I'm looking for stories where the woman is carrying babies in non-traditional locations, i.e. her boobs or butt (any other sort of additional womb would also be appreciated). This request was inspired by this story, https://www.deviantart.com/dr-are/art/Th...-978660902 and I know I have read more like this in the past, I am just drawing a blank on where. Thanks in advance!

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Three for Me
by Pregnantmale

Part 1
The fertility clinic was sketchy, she realized that. But she was so desperate to have children of her own before her biological clock no longer let her. She was 42, but looked much younger. All the women in her family gave birth young, her mother was 19 when she had her, and her mother was 18 as well. All her sisters and cousins had kids in their early 20’s, and she was the only one who’s womb remained empty. She thought she’d eventually meet a man, but she was so focused on her career, she never got married. Now, she was desperate. She looked in the mirror every day to an empty belly, and tried to imagine a cute, small bump in its place.
Her coworker tipped her off to the clinic. She said it was free because it was experimental. They took her in and did tests, and the third time she came in, she was inseminated. They explained to her that there may be risks. Women have given birth suddenly at nine months, or remained pregnant for well over three years. She had signed all the waivers, she knew the risks. No one expected what happened next.
It began normal. The first symptom was morning sickness and sore breasts. The clinic supplied her with special pregnancy tests and all three came back positive. She was so excited. She swore her flat belly grew overnight, but she told herself that it was too soon. She went to work, happily telling her coworkers the news. Everyone was happy for her. Throughout the day, she was tired and nauseated. She was excused early when she got sick in the middle of a meeting. She drove herself home and took a long nap. When she woke up, she felt heavy. She looked down and gasped. Her breasts had grown at least four times bigger, and her belly was growing quickly, too. Her breasts were extremely sore and hurt very badly with her tight bra. She quickly got up and cut the bra off, sighing in relief. Then, she called the clinic, who asked her to come in. She got an oversized sweater and hopped in the car.
She was practically in tears by the time she got to the clinic. Her breasts were so sore. She was seen right away, and was given an ultrasound. “Well, you’re pregnant alright. All I see is one baby. You may be experiencing hyper lactation, as we’ve seen in some patients before.” The ultrasound technician told her. Right then, she helped in pain as she felt her breasts got bigger. “Ah, you’re experiencing a progressed pregnancy as well, your belly just grew!” The tech laughed. “Wait,” she said, putting one and two together. “I… I think you should check my breasts as well” she said. The tech’s eyes grew wide. “…One moment.” She said, going out the door.
The head doctor came in, with a concerned look on his face.
“Let’s see…” he said, putting gloves on and grabbing the ultrasound gel. He put the cool gel on her breasts, and she winced as he checked her breasts. “Remarkable,” he said under his breath.
“W-what?” She asked, scared.
“You aren’t expecting one child, you’re expecting three.” He said, turning the machine off, and getting paper towels.
“One,” he said, wiping the gel off her stretched womb.
“Two, and three,” he said, wiping the gel off her breasts.
She was in disbelief. “Triplets!” She exclaimed. “But how will I..?” She began.
“Give birth? Well.. honestly, we’ll have to wait and see,” the doctor explained. “I assure you, though. You’re in great hands.”

Part2
Six months later, she waddled around her house, feeling her contractions pick up. She groaned and leaned against her bed. “Three minutes apart now,” her mom said, looking at her clock. “You’re almost there, baby.” She assured her daughter. Her daughter was humongous. Her belly was large and egg shaped. It was very low and her belly button had stuck out. She had an extremely dark line across her already dark dark brown skin. Her breasts were extremely uncomfortable and massive, containing her babies as well as her milk. The stretch marks were only present on her breasts. As it had turned out, she also had the hyper lactation the clinic told her about. Her large breasts were farther out than her pregnant belly was. The nipples were erect and sensitive. She couldn’t handle wearing a bra now. She sighed as a contraction ended.
“Why hasn’t my water broken?” She asked, sitting up on her bed, against the headboard. “It’ll be happening any minute now, I assure you.” Her doctor said. Because of the highly unusual pregnancy she was experiencing, a whole crew from the clinic were there monitoring her labor and delivery. There was her doctor, an ultrasound technician, and a camera crew. Her mom sat next to her, rubbing her belly. “You’re doing great, baby. It’ll be over before you know it.” Just then, her baby in her left breast kicked, and a hush of clear fluid came pouring out of her nipple. She cried and touched her breast softly. Her mom took her hand away quickly.
“I think that was your water, baby.” She said.
The camera crew zoomed in, as the nipple suddenly dilated.
“Ow, oh Jesus!” She cried, arching her back as she felt her chest muscles on her left side flex. “I think I’m pushing! Aahh..” she groaned, as the hole grew. There was a brown little patch n the hole now, the top of the baby’s head.
“Stop pushing, you need to dilate more.” The doctor ordered.
“I can’t!” She yelled, in pain. “You need to, baby.” Her mom said. She cried harder, as she tried to hold back. Then, her right nipple and her vagina gushed. Both waters broke simultaneously.
“Oh shit.” She said, realizing that this was really happening. Her doctor examined her cervix.
“It looks like you’re completely dilated now… in all three canals.” He said.
She already knew.
The intensity grew tenfold and she began pushing and flexing with all her might, crying out as her left breast and vagina opening began to crown. She was screaming at full volume as her mom applied external pressure on her belly. She was screaming in complete pain as the head of the left breast popped out.
With the nature of her birth, she couldn’t stop pushing in one area, so she continued to push and flex at once. The head of her vaginal baby and the right breast quickly followed. When all three heads were out, she sunk into her bed, taking a break.
“Oh lord.. it hurts so much!” She cried. Her belly contracted and she began to push again, all three babies suddenly popping all the way out. She screamed and passed out as the doctor and her mother scrambled to catch all three babies.
When she woke up, three days later, she was deflated and patched up. She was in a back brace and her breasts had gauze over them. Her entire body was in agony. Her mom was there, along with a hoard of doctors.
“What happened?” She asked weakly.
“Your babies all came at once, remember? The force of the births snapped your back.” Her main doctor told her.
“Oh…” she said “What about my babies?” She asked.
“All happy and healthy. Look,” he said, pointing to her side.
She weakly looked over and saw her three girls, sleeping peacefully. Her eyes felt heavy and she drifted back to unconsciousness.

Unexpected Things
by Norm
(v1.0, 15.24.02)

Marcia arrived at school with her usual punctuality, standing outside the library in time to meet the librarian as she arrived to unlock the doors. She was supposed to be meeting with Leena to catch up after Spring Break, but Leena was… less than reliable not one for waking up early.
Or studying.
Still, they were good friends and had been for years. Marcia did feel a little betrayed, sitting alone in the library with no one to talk to except old Mrs. Anderson, who absolutely did not allow talking in the library. Marcia set her glasses on the table and laid her head down, her black hair fanning out against the old, notched wood.
By home room, Leena was still missing, causing Miss Taylors to give a deep sigh and mark her “absent” on the first day back. Marcia, now growing concerned, pulled out her phone to check for any messages from her missing friend. Skipping school was a troubling habit, especially for their last semester.
She stared briefly at her wallpaper, a picture of the two of them at the beach the previous summer. As she was about to start texting, someone burst into the room and a familiar voice panted:
“Sorry I’m late!”
Marcia looked up from her phone, then did a double take. At first, the student at the front of the classroom seemed a carbon copy of the ginger-haired girl on her phone. Both were tall and button-nosed with green eyes that were excellent at evoking sympathy and escaping punishment. Her soft cheeks were flushed from running and she stood bent for a moment, her hands on her knees, ample chest rising and falling with each breath.
That was the peculiarity. “Lithe” was a good word to describe the smiling girl in the beach picture, long all over, thin and tight, flat and smooth. It was the kind of body that resulted from years on the swim team. The Leena who stood panting by the whiteboard was tall and thin, with long, pale legs that showed bare between her skirt and her long socks. Instead of wearing the standard, warm-weather uniform top, Leena was wearing an orange knitted sweater (which was unusually warm for the current weather) and (perhaps even more strangely) was stretched showingly across a round pair of breasts that rivalled soccer balls in both size and shape.
“I, um.” Miss Taylors did not know what say. “Take a seat, Miss Carver.”
Everyone stared in silence as Leena made her way to her desk, her massive chest swaying pendulously with each step. She sat down carefully and tried to cross her arms across her breasts, but could do little to obscure them. After a few moments, Miss Taylors tapped on the board to get everyone’s attention, then started into first period.
When the bell rang, Leena was asleep at her desk, her face buried in between the mounds of her sweater. Still, she was up and out quickly, in the hall and gone before Marcia could so much as talk to her.
During morning break, after searching high and low, Marcia found her hiding behind the gym bleachers.
“Leena!”
The tall girl looked up to see her friend coming over with a stern face. She was trapped, though, and could only back up against the wall for defense.
“I have been looking for you all morning! First you miss our library meeting, then you show up late to home room with… with these!” She jabbed her finger into her friend’s chest, and was surprised at the firmness. They swayed back and forth for a moment. “It looks like you’re smuggling cantaloupes out of the cafeteria!”
“I… I don’t really know how to explain this.”
“Well, you can start by taking of this ridiculous sweater!” Marcia seized the stretched-out piece of fabric by the hem and yanked it up, trying to get it over Leena’s head. There was a struggle and a loud ripping sound as the sweater came off, revealing a pale, narrow-waisted torso and a gargantuan pair of breasts that seemed entirely out of place on it.
Each was huge and mostly round, the skin stretched tightly across the flesh underneath. They were a little pink, but free of stretchmarks and other blemishes. The remnants of a much too-small bra hung impotently from her shoulders, taped in a failed attempted to contain the engorged globes. Her nipples were swollen and thicker, the areolas widened a slightly puff, darker, too.
The two stared at each other in shock for a moment, Marcia glancing wide-eyed from her friend’s bare chest to her face and back, Leena looking around in panic to make sure no one else could see her.
“Leena, why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” cried Marcia, trying to keep her voice to a whisper.
“I was wearing a sweater!” replied Leena in a similar tone. She snatched the sweater away and tried to cover herself, fruitlessly. “None of my shirts fit right now.”
“What happened? It’s only been like a week since I saw you last!”
“I don’t know, they just started getting bigger a few days ago and, well, they haven’t they haven’t stopped.” She pressed the sweater into her cleavage with one hand and tried to spread it across herself with the other.
“Look, look,” Marcia turned and went to the edge of the bleachers. “Let’s get you to the locker room and we’ll talk about this there.”
“Marcia,”
“Hey, the coast is clear, come on,”
“Marcia”
“Wha-” She turned back to see her friend clutching at her breasts as thin dribbles of cloudy-white milk ran down from her nipples.

Marcia snuck Leena into the locker room wrapped in a blanket. She put her in the shower, pulled the curtain closed and started looking around for a change of clothes.
“There’s m-milk on my skirt,” Leena whimpered from the shower.
“Take it off. Take off anything that got dirty and toss it over the curtain. I’ll find you something to put on.” She jimmied open a locker that she was pretty sure no one would miss anything from. “While I do this, wash yourself off and tell me what happened”
“I told you what happened.” The water turned on.
“Don’t skip anything this time.”
“Well, a little while ago, just after spring break started, I got sick. I had the flu for like, four days. Around the same time, my boobs started hurting. They were just kind of sore, you know? But then they started getting bigger and then they started getting a lot bigger. I mean, I feel a lot better now, but if anything the swelling’s sped up. I was late today because I couldn’t find anything to wear.”
“Have you been to the doctor? Anything?”
“Well… I was really sick for the first few days and even now I’m tired a lot. And, you know, it felt good at first! I finally had some boobs.”
“And now you’ve got too much.” One of the lockers had an old P.E. shirt that would probably fit over Leena’s chest. “Well, we’ll get you cleaned up, toweled off, and take you to the doctor. Missing one day won’t be a total disaster.”
The water turned off and Marcia handed a towel into the shower. Just then, the locker room door opened and a group of juniors came in to get ready for P.E.. Marcia stepped back into the shower and peaked out around the curtain.
“We’ll just stay out of sight and slip out when they leave.”
“Marcia,” came a frantic whisper. “I think you need to see this.”
Marcia turned to see Leena, naked and wet, her hands cupped on the tops of her breasts. A bump rose up on the outside curve of the left one, then vanished. Following this, the whole orb shifted, stretching out to the top and side. It turned and resumed its normal stillness.
“That is… certainly not normal.

“Ssshh” Marcia clapped a hand over her friend’s mouth.
“Sorry, it just kind— hehe —tickles. Also, your shirt is rubbing against my nipples”
Marcia had pressed her against the wall and covered her mouth to stem the sudden giggling. Now their chests were touching and Marcia’s shirt was wet. The firm orbs moved against her, feeling… alive. Leena’s nipples hardened at the stimulation and Marcia stepped back, feeling awkward.
“I didn’t say stop,” Leena said, redfaced.
Marcia grabbed the towel and started dabbing the spots on her shirt.
“I think some of this is milk.”
“Sorry,”
Once the juniors were gone, they made their escape.
“My cousin works at a clinic nearby. I don’t think she’s working today, but I can probably still get us in.” Marcia said as they climbed into her car.
“The place where you interned last summer?”
“Yeah. We’ll go there and I’ll see if I can find out what’s going on.

Marcia walked up to the reception desk doing her best to act natural.
“Hey, Lara, Celia sent me to pick up her… headphones. She left them in the locker room. She thinks.”
“Go on ahead.” Celia waved towards the admission door.
Marcia found an empty exam room, then let Leena in through a side door. The grey gym shirt was holding up with valiant effort, but it did little more than cover them. Without support from a bra, the heavy orbs hung down almost to her stomach and she had to carry them in her arms.
“Lay down on the table.”
“Should I put on a gown?”
“No, just take your shirt off and keep your boobs up on top of you, if it’s not too uncomfortable.”
Leena lay back, her huge breasts sitting perilously atop her thin frame. She placed her hands on either side of them, holding them in place. Her nipples stood out on top, hard and dark in the chilly air.
“This is an obstetrics room.” Marcia set a stool next to the exam table and pulled a rolling ultrasound machine from the corner.
Leena looked concerned.
“I know it’s not what you want to hear, but I think this is our best bet to find out what’s going on. I’ve never done this before, so bear with me.” She took out the wand and rubbed its head in the gel.
Leena jumped when the wand touched her breast. “That’s cold!” she said, scrunching up.
“I’m sorry, just try to hold still.”
Leena made a sour face tried not to shiver as goosebumps spread over her arms. Her nipples hardened, tightening to dark points atop creamy spheres. The right one shifted again, a bump rising and disappearing on its surface.
“Yep, just like I thought.” Marcia looked at the screen, then to her friend. “There’s uh, some milk coming out.”
“What is it?” Leena wiped the bead of white liquid from the breast.
“You’re, uhh, pregnant. About six months along if that chart on the wall is to be trusted.”
“What? But, but…”
“In your breasts, obviously. Though I guess you probably caught that. I’ll check the other one, but I’ve got a hunch it’s in a similar situation.”
“How did this happen? Why is it happening so fast?”
“How should I know? The important thing is, if it’s happening as fast as you say it is, we won’t have long until you give birth. Also, you’ll probably have trouble walking soon.”
“But… I don’t want to give birth!”
“That might be a problem. Either way, we’re not going back to school. We’ve got to get you to a hospital. Or maybe a research facility.”
“No. No hospitals, Marcey, promise me no hospitals.” She grabbed her friend by the arm and made to get up, staring her in the eye. Her pendulous breasts hung heavy to the side as she turned.
“Fine, no hospitals,” Marcia hugged Leena around the neck and tried to be reassuring. “Let’s get you out of here. We’ll go to your apartment, lay low for a few days and… figure something out.” She kissed her forehead. “Get cleaned up, I’ll drive us over there.”
As Leena wiped the gel off her breasts, Marcia grabbed an emergency kit, some gloves and a pack of scalpels. She needed to be prepared for anything.

⁂
Leena sat alone in her apartment, crosslegged on her bed. She was wearing her pajamas and trying to button up the top,knowing it was futile. Her breasts were even bigger than yesterday, Marcey had measured.
“34 inches around each, give or take a little. Almost 11 inch diameter, that’s up an inch from yesterday.” She was keeping a notebook of size, weight, and other data, but Leena did not want to look at it.
She stretched the thin, blue fabric tight across her chest. Barely, just barely, she got the button through the hole. Her nipples poked out visibly through the pajama top, erect from the rubbing they had sustained in the process.
“I should have asked Marcey to pick me up a bra while she went out.” She said to her babies. “Marcey’s the one who keeps poking you, by the way.” She had started talking to them, hoping it would help her come to terms with the situation.
Carefully, Leena stood up, hesitating to find her new balance. Her back hurt from the sudden strain of supporting to growing children. Her stomach was struggling, too. She was hungry every few hours and had gained a little weight all over, especially in her broadening hips.
She made her way to the kitchen to get a snack, carefully taking shallow breaths to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions. She made a bowl of cereal and sat down to eat when her breasts began to kick.
It was a strange and exciting sensation, unlike anything she’d felt before. It was like a fluttering and a pressing. Sometimes it hurt a little. It was hurting this time, a tight soreness. They were both active, their movements visible through the thin fabric. Suddenly there was a POP! and the button shot across the table, freeing her breasts to hang heavy against the edge of the table. Before she could recover, the soreness intensified, the pains coming to a head.
Leena winced, grabbing at her breasts to try and calm her children when all at once there was a release as milk sprayed from the tips her nipples. It felt amazing, the swelling relief prompting her to squeeze harder, forcing the milk from her swollen breasts and a moan from her lips. She shuddered, her legs shaking, her breath catching; she’d never felt like this before. She continued milking herself, her fingers working and squeezing at her nipples, heedless of whether it got on the table. Each kick and motion working with her, driving her need.
It ended with her laying exhausted against the table, her head in a puddle of her own milk and her cereal forgotten. When she gathered up the strength to move, it was to get a towel. She wiped her face and dabbed her hair, then started cleaning the table and eating her cereal.
That done, she went to take a shower get the milk out of her hair. The hot water felt good on her skin, the soap washing away the cloying smell of milk and the faint tinge of sweat. Leena scrubbed herself along the arms and under her breasts, lifting each one wiping it down, careful of her sensitive nipples. The babies became active again, but empty of milk, there was less soreness and pressure to cause discomfort.

When she stepped out into her room, a fluffy white towel wrapped around her, Marcia was sitting at the foot of the bed, thumbing through a book on childbirth.
“I’m still not quite sure how this will work out,” she said without looking up, “but I bought some stuff at the store, though, to prepare. Even found those donuts you like.”
“Can I eat donuts while pregnant?”
“I don’t think so, but I don’t think you’re going to be pregnant long enough for your diet to matter much. The important thing is we get calories into you.”
“And get these babies out.”
“Once the time comes.”
“I hope it comes soon, my back is killing me.” She sat down next to her friend.
Marcia glanced anxiously at her friend’s chest. “Well, you’ve got about 50 pounds boob on you now. Just rest and I’ll get you something to eat.”
Resting was easier said than done, though. Leena stretched out on the bed, lying on her back was crushing and uncomfortable, her breasts trying to roll off to either side. On her side, they piled atop each other. She had never had boobs worth mentioning, but these didn’t feel quite right. They were soft on the surface, the tightened skin covering a layer of fat. Beneath the fat, though, was a firmness where the babies were growing and when they pressed together, they kept much of their shape.
Marcia came back in to find Leena on her stomach, naked, face buried in her breasts, her arms holding them in place.
“Woah, why aren’t you dressed?”
“I had a mishap with my pajamas,” came the muffled reply.
Marcia tossed a blanket over her.
“I’ll pick you up a robe or something when I’m out tomorrow. Lunch is on the table when you’re ready, but you should probably at least wear a towel.”

That night, Leena lay naked and restless, tangled in her sheets. The babies were moving again and she couldn’t sleep. She was scared. One more night, maybe two, and all of this would be over and everything would be different and she was afraid of what the future would mean. She felt alone.
She wrapped herself in the bedsheet and went to the living room where Marcia lay sleeping on the couch. She was still and quiet, except for the faint sound of her even breath.
“Marcey,” Leena whispered, kneeling beside her. “Marcey, I need you to wake up.”
Marcia stirred, opening her heavy, dark eyes and reaching for her glasses.
“What? What is it? Is something wrong?” She said groggily, her hair a mess and glasses crooked.
“No, no, I’m sorry I just…” Leena’s voice broke.
“Oh, Leena, Leena, what’s wrong?” She half-rose, worried.
“No, it’s… I just don’t want to be alone right now.” Her eyes filled with tears and Leena hugged her around the neck, whispering soothing things patting her hair.
“It’s okay, Leen, I’m right here.”
She held her for a time until at length, Leena pulled away, giggling and wiping tears from her eyes.
“What is it?”
“I’m just, uh… I’m leaking.” Leena looked down at the two dark spots that slowly were spreading on the thin white sheet.
“Here, let’s go get you cleaned up.”
“No, I need to… empty first, or it’ll just keep happening.”
“Alright, well, how do we do that?”
“Well, it’s a little messy…”

Marcey came into the bathroom wearing only a long white shirt that she didn’t care about, her pale legs bright and bare below the hem. Her black hair was tangled and wild about her head, her eyes staring anxiously from behind her glasses. The shirt draped across her body, hinting at the shapes beneath.
Leena sat naked in the wide tub, her legs crossed and her breasts sitting heavy in her lap. She helped Marcia into the tub and they sat across from one another, giggling nervously.
“Well, uh, how do we start?” Marcey glanced shyly at Leena’s changing body.
“Well… like this, I guess.”
Leena took Marcia’s hands in hers, guiding them gently to her own, swollen breasts. Their fingers interlaced across her warm skin, sending tingling sensations through her body. She pressed gently and was rewarded with small beads of milk at the tips of her nipples.
“Woah.” Was all Marcia could say.
“Yeah, they’re moving.”
“Does it hurt? What does it feel like?”
“It does, a little, but it kind of feels nice, too. It’s great having something inside you, something living and growing and moving. But it is kind of tight.”
“Well,” said Marcia, “the babies are putting pressure on your alveoli where the milk is secreted and stored, causing soreness and—”
Leena put a finger over Marcia’s lips.
“Let’s not talk about that right now.”
They stared into each other’s eyes and, slowly, leaned forward, eyes closing slowly, lips brushing each other. They kissed, lightly at first, then with growing intensity until Marcia was pushing her down against the the back of the tub, her tongue between her friend’s pink lips.
It felt good, so, so good. The closeness, the touching, her swollen breasts being kneaded and squeezed, her dark, sensitive nipples tingling, and slick with milk. She moaned, losing track of which hands were hers and which were Marcey’s.
Marcia pulled away, holding her hands and smiling, her big eyes looking lovingly into her friend’s, her glasses pushed askew. She moved down, her hands lightly holding Leena’s right breast, her lips going to her nipple. It was like electricity, like lightning reaching into her, touching her. She was paralyzed with the sensation, one arm moving to grip the edge of the tub, the other to hold Marcia’s head.
Marcia’s hands squeezed and tugged, drawing out the milk. Her lips kissed, her tongue playing with the nipple, her teeth brushing the sensitive firmness. The baby kicked and squirmed, fluttering like her heart and pressing against her skin. The motion drove her crazy, the feeling of life inside her, the pressure, the release— she shuddered, her mind blanking in ecstasy, her leg kicking up. She hit the bath knob and suddenly a torrent of warm water washed across them and they both began laughing, even as Leena recovered from the ordeal.
Marcia was straddled across her waist, her glasses flecked and fogged from the streaming water, her wet shirt clinging to her small breasts and round hips. She set her glasses aside and slowly pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor.
They pressed their bodies together, kissing and moaning and tangling about one another. Leena held her close and turned so she was the one on top, one knee between Marcia’s legs, her massive, swollen breasts hanging in front of her face.
“The other still needs help,” Leena muttered shyly, her eyes elsewhere.
“I think I can take care of that.” Marcia took the full breast in her hands, running her fingers across the smooth, wet surface. Its occupant responded, kicking against her palm. She guided the nipple to her mouth and began to suckle.
Leena tossed her head, cupping her other breast and tweaking the nipple with her thumb. She wanted more, more of the pain, more of the release. Marcia began to grind herself against her leg, her hands trembling as she tried to squeeze every last drop from the breast. She worked herself into a frenzy, shaking and gasping; the nipple fell from her mouth and her hands went to her own breasts, trying to imagine what Leena was feeling. Leena took over for herself and they came together in clinging euphoria, falling into each other, gasping for breath.

They slept late the next day, waking together in the same bed, with the noon sun streaking through the blinds. Leena was famished, but was not going to be the first to get up. She rolled over, suddenly aware of the enormity of her own chest. She had grown more overnight, now too big for even the largest of her shirts, certainly. Her nipples were dark and erect, eagre and sensitive.
She kissed Marcia sweetly and grew excited when she kissed back, their tongues coming together, their lips opening to one another.
“Good morning,” Marcia smiled.
“I think it’s lunchtime,”
“You want me to go get you food?”
Leena nodded helplessly.
“Okay, well, get off me and I’ll go get something together.”
“You’re not going to measure me today, are you?” Leena pouted, rolling off of Marcia and snuggling down into the pillows.
“No, I guess not. The data doesn’t matter if we’re not measuring your milk output; That’s affecting size and weight as much as the babies.” She got up and slid on some shorts. “Speaking of which, I’m picking up a breast pump when I’m out today; I don’t think I can keep up you.”
“Fiiine,” she said, sulking.
“And you better go get on that now because I’m not cleaning it up if you leak on the bed. I’ll have lunch ready when you’re done.”
So they split up, one to the kitchen, one to the bath. Leena did her work quickly, too hungry to play around, then went to get dressed. Her shorts were tight, her hips now broadened to deliver the children they would never need to. Nothing fit her top, so she wore a plaid shirt and left it completely unbuttoned. The smell of food lured her out of the room.
Marcia looked beautiful. How had she never seen it before? Her smooth legs, the way her small, elastic shorts showed her cute butt, how her thick hoodie covered her little hands. Her hair was tied back messily as she leaned, barefoot, over the stove and a skillet of bacon.
“You said that the food would be ready,”
“Well, you rushed yourself.” Marcia replied without looking up. “Biscuits will be out soon and the bacon’s almost ready. I’ll make some eggs in the grease when I’m done.”
“Wow, you really don’t care about my diet.”
“Like I said, you need the calories. Nothing’s better for that than grease and butter.”
It was delicious and she ate until there wasn’t any left, then went and laid down on the couch to nap, full and content.
“I’m going out,” said Marcia, giving her a quick kiss. “I’ll be back before long.”
“Don’t rush,” she yawned, then flipped on the TV to have some noise. She was asleep before she knew what was on.

“I got you a surprise!” Marcia said almost giddily as she came into apartment, shopping bags in her arms.
Leena sat up groggily, struggling under the weight of her chest.
“You’ve been asleep this whole time?”
“Well, making people is pretty tiring.” She rubbed her eyes, then looked down at the heavy pale orbs of her breasts. “Ugh, I think they got bigger.”
“Not too much, I hope, else you won’t be able to use this!” She pulled an item from the bag.
“A kiddie pool?”
“Oops, wrong thing. That’s for the birth. You know, it’ll be messy and this will give more room than the tub. What I meant to pull out was this!”
She produced the biggest bra that Leena had ever seen. It was huge and blue, with cups big enough to hold basketballs.
“I got a shirt, too, one that you should be able to wear with it. No, you can’t wear it yet.” She said, smacking away Leena’s eager hand. “You need to go milk yourself first. I’ll take in the underbust a bit while you do that, since I don’t think yours is 50 inches.” She set it aside and handed over the breast pump.
“Are you not going to help me figure it out?” said Leena, slyly.
“Instructions are in the box.” Marcey gave her a quick peck on the lips and sent her off.

Later, after dinner, Leena tried on the bra. It fit nicely and was a pretty color, and the strong straps lifted her prodigious breasts high up on her chest.
“Gosh, this makes my boobs look huge.”
“Your boobs are huge, hon.”
“Yeah, but, like, wow.” She said, bouncing up and down a little, watching them jiggle and sway. “I look hot.” She grinned, self-satisfied.
“Yes you do,” Marcia smiled at her. “I got you this, too,” she said, producing a voluminous button-up shirt of similar color. “The sleeves will be really, really, long, but I can take those in eventually.
The sleeves were long, but once she cuffed them she had her hands free and began buttoning. She got all of the buttons she could see (which was just the top ones), and had Marcia do the others.
“How do I look?” she asked with a twirl, once she was all buttoned and tucked in. Her heavy breasts were clothed for the first time in days and it felt nice.
“Beautiful,” replied Marcia. “Motherly even.”
“Oh, don’t say that!” She waved her hand, embarrassed.
“No, no, I mean it in a good way.” Marcey walked over to her. “I think you look sexy.” She stood on her tip-toes and leaned over Leena’s breasts to kiss her. Leena pulled her in, pressing her against her chest. “Hey, hey,” she chided. ”Don’t get too worked up, I don’t want anything to happen to your only bra and shirt.”
“Well, maybe I should take them off.”
“Maybe you should; I want to make sure you’re using that breast pump right,” she smiled.
Not much happened in the way of breast pump education, but Leena filled a jar with milk, though she complained that it was not as much fun as their old way of milking. They did have some fun, though, and they fell asleep together in bed, snuggled up and happy.

Labor started suddenly during lunch. They were both at the table, eating, when Leena felt a sharp pain in her left breast. She winced and dropped her fork, confused at what was happening.
“What is it?” Marcia asked, worried.
“I… don’t know. I just had a pain.”
“Do you need milking?”
“No, this wasn’t like that. It was—ow!” she grabbed her other breast as a pain gripped it. “I… I think I’m going into labor!”
“Well, that would be about on schedule.” Marcia took another bite. “Oh.” She said in realization. “Oh! The pool! I need to get the pool blown up! And towels, I need towels! Take your clothes off, get ready!”
Leena sat naked on the floor doing her best to breathe like she always saw women do on TV, even though the contractions hadn’t started again. Her water hadn’t broken yet, either, but they were both so anxious that neither wanted to be unprepared.
“Okay, it’s done.” Marcia rolled over, breathless and exhausted. “Get in.”
“Alright, but I don’t really think this is necessary just yet.” She sat down in it anyway. “It feels kind of nice though, all soft and— ahh!” A sudden contraction gripped her left breast, causing a sudden spray of milk.
“Okay, breathe, breathe.” Marcia tried her best to be reassuring, stroking her hair. “I guess we should have expected the whole milk thing.”
“Yeah, maybe we should have.”
Slowly, the contractions became more and more frequent, each accompanied by a squirt of milk. It hurt, but not as badly as Leena thought it would. It was intense, though, a pressure unlike anything she’d felt so far. When her water broke, it came as a gush from her nipple, followed by stronger contractions, closer together.
“I think it’s coming!” She cried, leaning forward. The soft bottom of the pool cushioning her sore breasts. She held her left breast in her arms and Marcia climbed in next to her.
“This one?” Marcia placed a hand on the heavy, heaving breast. It contracted beneath her fingers, and the baby within squirmed.
Leena moaned as the pressure increased, running her hands across the stretched-out skin and feeling the child kick with her. The urge to push came over her and she leaned forward, squeezing from the base. She groaned as milk and amniotic fluid was expelled, then cut off as a bulge formed near the base of the nipple, her areola pushing out.
Marcia put one hand on hers and used the other to wipe sweat from her forehead, then kissed it.
“You can do this, Leen, I know you can. Just breathe.”
With each contraction, the bulge grew bigger as the baby’s head worked its way out. It burned as the nipple stretched thin, and the other breast was contracting more and more. Soon, the nipple opened, a dark-haired head crowning slowly.
“I can see it! Just a little more, a little more.” Marcia pressed gently around it, her fingers working the nipple open until she could see the forehead, then the face.
With giant push, she got the shoulders out, her breast a tight-cramping ball. Her hands pressed, squeezing, then in a gush the whole baby was out, umbilical cord trailing up into her nipple.
Marcia picked her up, a little girl all pink and wrinkled.
“Leena, look, look,” she said, reassuringly. “She’s beautiful.”
Leena couldn’t help but agree. She was beautiful, a beautiful little child. Her child.
The afterbirth followed before long, as contractions increased in her other breast. The emptied one was much smaller, though still huge by normal standards.
“I’m all lopsided,” Leena said with a grimace.
Marcia laughed and rocked the baby in her arms.
The pain in her right breast intensified, coming more often and greater in intensity than before. It was… misshapen, distended, and not like the other. No bulge was forming beneath the areola, instead the whole breast was oval with the nipple on the broad side. It hurt and with each contraction, the child struggled within her.
“I think something’s wrong,” she panted. “It… it’s not coming out.”
“I think the baby’s turned,” Marcia set the first child down, wrapping her in a towel. “I read about this; we need to turn it so the head is pointed out.”
“Which end is the head?” she asked, desperate.
Marcia held the breast, pressing around the bulges, feeling for any sign of what each end might be. She found what must have been it, and together they began massaging it towards the nipple. Slowly, so slowly, the child turned within her until one sharp contraction pushed the baby’s head into crowning.
Together they squeezed the breast, and all at once the baby slid out into Marcia’s waiting arms. Another beautiful baby girl, exactly like her twin.
Leena laid back, exhausted by the ordeal. She felt light… empty. Her breasts were sore and wet. Marcia handed her one of the babies.
“Seven pounds, six ounces.” Marcia said as she started cleaning the second one.
“Each?”
“Looks that way. Think you can hold both?”
“Yes, please.” Leena accepted the other child, holding them both in her arms.
“I’m going to go get some of the milk ready.” Marcia kissed her forehead. “Need anything?”
“Just some water, thanks.” She kissed her back. “Marcia,” she said as her friend stood to go to the fridge. “What are we going to do now?”

The Lotion
by this-is-john-smith


Ella wasn't much to look at. She was a just a petite brunette with rather small breasts and just a hint of curves. She was not easily spotted in the crowd. Boys never turned their head when she passed by. However, contrary to all this, she always aspired to be a model. She always dreamed of appearing in the magazine covers of famous publications. She did have a rather cute face however. But that was not what was required the most from a model.She knew that her dream would never come true unless she at least increased her bust size and started working out to improve her curves.
Ella was 22. She worked at a flower shop which was owned by her aunt.

She hated it when customers were late for picking up flowers. It was 6:45. She was supposed to close up at 6:00. Suddenly, the door opened and somebody walked in.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, dear"
"It's ok Mrs.Robinson. Just come a little early next time"
"Sure,dear"
She hated acting so good all the time. Mrs.Robinson was a regular customer and if she had pissed her off, she wouldve been in big trouble with her aunt. She closed up the shop and began to walk home. She lived two blocks away and her aunt left early. She was late. Might as well take the short cut home. As she began to walk down the deserted street, she began to wonder how life would have changed if she just had bigger breasts. Something caught her eye. 'Nana's Beauty Shop', the sign said.
"Weird. I havent noticed that before"
She walked towards the shop and stared through the glass window. There were rows of beauty enhancement products stacked on shelves.
"Wont you come in dear?"
Ella was startled and jerked back, caught off guard.
"Oh, I'm sorry ma'm. I didnt see you"
"It's ok. Come on in now"
Ella entered the shop and looked around.
"How long have you been open"
"Oh, I started this shop 25 years back"
"Oh. I've never noticed"
"People rarely do"
"Hmm...." Ella was looking around at the products.
"Breast enhancement lotion?", she raised one eyebrow.
"Oh yes. Tested and proved"
"Oh, really?"
"No offence dear, but you could use some help on that segment"
"No, you're right. I'll take 2 then"
"Sure dear"
Ella purchased the lotion and started to walk back home. Halfway there, she turned back. She couldnt see the store.
"Weird", she thought as she walked on.

The bottle said to take a small amount in one palm and apply it on the other palm and massage both breasts. She did as instructed.
"I dont feel any different. Maybe I'll try more"
She ended up using both the bottles that day and went to sleep.

She woke up the next day at 7 in the morning and tried to get up. But she couldnt. She pushed off the covers and looked down at her chest. Her breasts had grown from a small A cup to atleast DDs now.
"Oh my god! It worked"
She heaved herself up and got ready for work. That day was the best day of her life. Everybody stopped and stared at her. A couple of guys even asked for her number. She came home that evening and was sure her breast size had increased. She stripped off her clothes. She had bought some DD bras from the store next door but they were too tight now. She unhooked it and flung the bra onto the bed. She was exhausted by carrying those huge jugs. She collapsed on bed and fell asleep.

She was suffocating.
"Huuuuh!"
Ella woke up with a start way before dawn. Her breasts had grown to amazing sizes. She moved over to one side letting one breast rest on the other. Each breast looked as if it was a pregnant belly nearing term. She began to spurt milk all over the room.
"Oh my god"
She couldnt stop herself. She was a human fountain of milk drenching everything in the room. Slowly it stopped, reducing to a small stream leaking from her nipples. Her areolas were as big as dinner plates and had a 5 inch teat sticking out from each. They were dripping milk slowly. She sighed.
"Maybe I used too much"
She began to feel a big pressure in her chest.
"Oh no! More milk?"
But no more milk came. The human cow began to moan as the pressure increased in her breasts and suddenly felt a contraction in her boobs. Her nipples were erect and moist. She felt something moving with her breasts and suddenly a wave of pain exploded over her and she cried out. Something was pressing against bith her nipples. She slid to the ground in terrible agony nearly crushing herself with her breasts in the process.

Her left nipple was dilating fast. So was her right. Suddenly, she felt something hard pushing against her nipples. She screamed as her left nipple began to open up as the child within it started to crown. She began to push hard on her left breast as the head started to slide out and then a sharp jab of pain lit up her right breast as the child in there started to crown too. She was exhausted and in pain. Milk was forming within her and had no place to go out. The milk formed and produced such a high pressure that it started to push out the children itself. Both the heads popped out of her nipples and her areolas looked like they were a halo surrounding each child's head. The milk couldnt stay in any longer as it began to push out the children again. She grabbed and squeezed both her breasts as the milk spurted out in tiny jets throught the sides. In, a flash, the pressure in her released as the children popped out of her breasts causing her nipples to open wide and the children flowed out in a river of milk as it began to fill the room. Ella collapsed onto the pool of milk, exhausted. Her children were floating around in the pool as well.

She got up and took her floating children from the pool of milk and lay down on the bed.
"That is the last time I buy a beauty enhancement product"

https://www.deviantart.com/ninpu-otaku/a...-516147218

my personal favorite

Dang, I remember one where 3 friends went on spring break and were stung by jellyfish or something. One became pregnant in her breasts, one her butt, and the other her abdomen.

Haven't seen it in years though.

I remember that one also. Don’t know if I have that one.

Maybe I do have it. I don't think I got its title.

Part I:

Cindy lived for Spring Break. Nothing compared to piling into a car with her best friends, packing just a bikini, and driving down to the coast for a week of fun, sun, and flirting. At the tender age of 20, she had a good half-decade of Spring Break stories under her bikini bottom, but nothing compared to that fateful week earlier this year.

Together with Meiko and Dee, two of her sorority sisters from Pi Rho Gamma (everyone called them the P.C. Trio), Cindy traveled to a small Texas coastal town. Cindy had read rave reviews of the Spring Break celebrations there online, and the three friends had decided to spend their week of freedom there.

The three girls had arrived at noon, and within an hour of checking in to their hotel room they had hit the beach. They stretched out on towels and soaked up the hot sun. Their skin glistened and sparkled like jewels – Cindy's modest tan, Meiko's dusty Asian brown, and Dee's deep, rich dark chocolate.

Early arrivals to the festivities joined them on the beach, and the trio enjoyed the views of both cut guys in swim trunks as well as lithe girls in barely-there bikinis. The three sorority sisters had undergone their chapter's hazing rituals, but thanks to those lewd acts, more shocking than anything, they each had realized their bisexuality. To varying degrees, of course.

The sun grew hotter, and the girls decided to take a dip to cool off. They splashed into the warm, clear Gulf water. Dee glided through the water like a dolphin, thanks to her high school years on the swim team. She brushed up against the legs of her sisters, tickling them with her fingertips. Meiko and Cindy shrieked and giggled in mock terror at the sensation, and held each other. Their eyes locked briefly, spying one another's flushed cheeks.

Dee surfaced and saw the two hastily disengage. She laughed heartily and swam up, cupping their sexes through their swim suits.

“You girls keep that up,” she whispered “And some creep with a video camera's gonna start rolling tape.”

“I always did want to be famous,” Meiko remarked, squeezing Dee's hand between her thighs. Without warning, the young Japanese woman let out a shriek.

“OW!” she cried. “You pinched me!”

“I didn't!” Dee said, holding her hands out of the water, but before she or Meiko could speak again, it was the African girl's turn to yelp

“Agh!” she cried, her hands ducking back down to the water to her backside. “Something just stung my ass!”

Cindy looked down into the water and gasped.

“Jellyfish!” she screamed. All three girls were surrounded by a cloud of the milky-white creatures. They weren't big, but there were a lot of them.

The three girls swam to shore as fast as they could. They avoided the jellies whenever they could, but more often than not all three cried out over and over as the tendrils of the creatures brushed against their skin.
Panting and dripping from head to toe, the three girls ran from the surf ungracefully. They sat down on their towels to catch their breath and survey the damage. Most of Meiko's stings were concentrated on her belly. The perfection that was Dee's ass, bared to the world as it was by her red thong, bore most of her welts. Cindy checked herself over, but could find no marks.

“But I know I got stung,” she said. “I felt it...I still hurt! My chest...”

The other two girls looked at her, their eyes focusing on her bikini top. Looking around to see if anyone was looking first, Cindy pulled aside the small triangles of cloth that covered her nipples. Four bright red welts, two to each aureole, stood out like extra nipples. The creamy pink of her nipples, surrounded by two triangles of pale skin, was marred by the angry red of the jellyfish stingers.

All three decided to go back to their room, in some attempt to salvage the day with a long shower. Each girl tried to resist, but their stings itched and burned, and scratching gave them such delicious relief.

The girls decided to relieve their frustrations with a good old-fashioned gang shower. They stripped one another bare and kissed, tongues and fingers intertwining in the hot, steamy spray. They soothed one another's stings with loving laps of their tongues, like cats tending to one another's wounds. The hot water and hotter mouths relieved the discomfort, and as the sorority sisters toweled one another dry, they felt much better.

That night the three went out to one of the many clubs that lived for just the few weeks of Spring Break. They danced late into the night, bumping and grinding, just feeling the raw joy of movement. They didn't have much luck with bringing anyone home, but the vacation was young – no sense using up all their energy on the first night.

That night, the girls each were wracked with nightmares. Bizarre, monstrous entities ravaged each of them, no hole left un-fucked. Their bellies bulged with demonic dream-cum, and they choked down throatfulls of demon cock and the thick, sulfur-laced nut juice that flowed endlessly.

They awoke groggy and sleep-deprived. They showered one-by-one this time, their dreams robbing them of any co-ed promiscuity. As each of them examined themselves in the shower, they noticed something...strange. Where they had been stung, Dee's ass, Meiko's belly, and Cindy's breasts, had all swollen over night. Meiko had a little pooch, not unattractive but very unusual for the athletic Asian. Cindy's breasts had always been small – bite-sized A-cups. And Dee's ass was more luscious and juicy than ever.

The days passed. Every night was met with more horrific, more erotic dreams, and every morning they awoke to find their assets even more swollen. By the end of their vacation, Dee's ass had doubled in size, Cindy sported Double C-cup breasts, and Meiko's belly looked as if she was four months pregnant.

The girls were puzzled by their transformations, wondering if they were reacting to the stings of the jellyfish. None of them felt ill – a little tired, maybe, but it was Spring Break, and they'd been partying all night for a week!

They returned to their sorority house and resumed their classes. Their swollen body parts continued to grow, but all three were quite happy with their new bodies.
Then they started to feel the kicking.

It was gentle, at first. A flutter here, a jolt there. Each thought they were just phantom sensations – an errant elbow in the gut, a nipple brushed against a desk, an ass sat down too heavily on.

But the feelings grew stronger with every day. The three girls also noticed their libidos were increasing. Before long they were sleeping in the same bed every night, sharing one another's transforming bodies. They delighted in Cindy's thumb-thick nipples, the hidden sweetness of Dee's dark chocolate ass hole, the pillowy softness of Meiko's belly.

As the semester neared its end, the girls bid one another goodbye – they were going back to their respective family homes. Cindy visited her mom in Chicago, who was shocked at the Triple J cup size that her little girl now sported.

“Guess puberty finally caught up with you, huh?” her mother joked. Cindy hadn't been bothered by her massive mammaries – her back seemed to keep up with the extra weight. Cindy managed to hide the odd movements beneath her tit flesh from her mother, but resolved to visit a friend who worked in a local hospital.

Part II:

“Uh...Cindy,” her friend Terri said the next day. “I...don't really know how to tell you this, so I'll just tell you. Your tits are pregnant.”

Cindy just stared.

“W....what?!” the girl cried. Her hands came up to her ponderous breasts, cupping them in her tiny hands. Terri's own warm hands joined them.

“It's...a miracle? I don't know,” Terri said, a flush coming to her cheeks. “But, Jesus, Cindy, you're gonna be a mom. Four kids, two per tit. How....how does it feel?”

“Are you nuts?!” Cindy yelled. “I'm a freak! This...this isn't natural!”

Terri just smiled and squeezed, silencing Cindy with a squeak.

“Natural or no,” Terri purred “It obviously feels amazing.”

“N...no, please...I...I need help,” Cindy stuttered, her face flushing. The...the children in her breasts began to kick furiously, so hard that their movements could be seen through her bra and shirt. Terri moaned at the site, obviously turned on by what she saw. She tore Cindy's shirt open and unsnapped the tent-like bra that held her pregnant tits. She latched onto Cindy's exposed nipple, as thick as her wrist, and suckled deeply.

“Mmmrph,” Terri moaned around the jaw-stretching nipple “Mph...it...tastsh likh khunt”

“W..what?!” Cindy moaned. Terri pulled her mouth away with a loud, wet pop.

“Your tit tastes like a cunt!” Terri grinned, diving once again into the mountain of pregnant titflesh before her. The young nurse tickled and teased the fleshy nipple trapped within her mouth and, with a moan of triumph, plunged her tongue inside Cindy's turgid nipple. The passage was not unlike a vagina, but far shorter – Terri's tongue reached the back end of Cindy's new birth canal with room to spare. She pulled her tongue out and gently worked her fingers into the nipplecunt. With care she pulled the thick, meaty nipple apart like labia, and exposed the left breast's cervix, bulging with the twin fetuses it held inside. Cindy gasped in horror at the sight, but Terri, embracing some deviant part of herself, moaned with desire. Her tongue went again to Cindy's left breast, this time circling and lapping at the donut shaped ring of muscle. Her lips found purchase, and Terri nursed on Cindy's left breast cervix in a bizarre, alien parody of breast feeding.

It was all too much for the young co-ed, and Cindy fainted as orgasm crashed over her.

Cindy came to slowly, realizing that she was in Terri's apartment. She was naked, covered only by a thick blanket that was draped over her as she lay on Terri's bed. Her breasts were bigger than ever – each could pass as a pregnant woman's belly near the end of her term. Her nipples were sore and sticky. She nestled her arms beneath her titanic tits and walked out into the living room.

Meiko, looking heavily pregnant, was on her hands and knees on the couch. Terri lay beneath her bloated belly, her mouth tonguing Meiko's navel. Before the Asian beauty squatted Dee, her ass cheeks rivaling Cindy's breasts. Dee was gasping as Meiko ate out her ass with abandon – loud smacks and slurps reverberated throughout the room.

Terri saw that Cindy had emerged, and gave Meiko's navel a final lick and disengaged herself from the tangle. Meiko and Dee continued on, oblivious.

“Welcome to the land of the living,” Terri said. “Looks like you're not the only one, eh?”

Cindy stared at her sorority sisters in disbelief. “What...happened to them?”

“Same thing that happened to you, I would guess,” Terri said. “Those jellyfish...did something to you three. They've changed you. You got four kids in your tits. Meiko's are in her belly, but not actually her womb. Her navel is like your nipples – converted into a vagina.”

Terri licked her lips, savoring the flavor of the Asian girl's alien pussy.

“And Dee's ass has grown wombs, if you'll believe it,” Terri said. “No idea how the kids are coming out, but I'm sure it'll all work out in the end.”

Cindy just kept staring, her hands coming up to protect her breasts.

“So...it wasn't some fucked up dream?” Cindy rasped, her throat dry.

“No,” Dee said, gasping as Meiko's tongue probed deep into her ass. “It's real all right. And it feels damn good.”

“Mnah, I...*gulp*,” Meiko mumbled through pounds of Dee's ass-meat as she tongued the black girl's gaping hole “I've never been...*slurp*...so hornymnnnnn...in...*gulp* my life!”

Terri embraced Cindy, not without some difficulty.

“This is...something special, Cindy,” Terri said. “I brought some supplies from the hospital – I'll help you three deliver your babies. After that, I'm thinking of taking a trip down to that little town for some field research.”

Cindy hugged her friend back, feeling the lives within her kick and dance as they grew.

“I...I think...I'd like to join you,” Cindy said, the last of her resistance crumbling.

She knew...somehow...that her growing breasts were different, even before the kicking started. She waddled over to the couch and laid down between Dee and Meiko. Her sisters each took a thick nipple into their mouths and nursed, drinking down all the sweet pussy cream she produced. Terri knelt before Cindy, like an acolyte before her goddess, and began to orally worship the blood-swollen cunt before her.

Cindy had to pee. She disengaged herself from the warm tangle of limbs that was Terri's bed and lurched sleepily towards the bathroom.
'Funny,' she thought to herself as she sat down on the cold toilet seat 'That even though my *tits* are pregnant, I still have to piss every other hour.'
Cindy sighed with relief as her overfull bladder emptied itself. She rubbed sleep from her eyes and hugged her breasts to her torso. They'd grown so much in so little time.

The babies - her babies - within kicked frequently now. They had bothered her at first, especially when she was trying to fall asleep. But now the kicking reminded her of the miracle the strange jellyfish had blessed her and her friends with.

Cindy finished up and stood, examining her breasts in the long bathroom mirror. Just beneath the skin, each tit was webbed with hundreds of veins. Her bust had once been creamy and pale, without a single blue or red line snaking beneath her flesh, but thanks to the four fetuses she was gestating, the increased demand for blood had encouraged her body to compensate.

Cindy traced the lines across her skin, smiling to herself. She had considered them ugly at first, but now she saw them as beautiful - a badge of honor, a symbol of her motherhood.
Her nipples had begun to change, as well. The aureola had started to elongate a week ago; they were now twice as tall as they were wide. Her nipples, wrist-thick rings of eternally hard flesh, had followed suit, and were now showing off their transformation.

The muscles and tissue that were once uniform had started to part, and now meaty labia topped eadh breast, where nipples had once been.

They glistened at all hours of the day, even when her companions weren't worshiping them. The inner flesh was bright pink, just like her original cunny. The flesh darkened dramatically as it went away from her body, to the color her aureola and nipples had once been. Dusty rose, blood-engorged, her nipple-cunts glittered like jewels atop her pregnant tits. Each mammary-womb was massive, weighing in a good 10 pounds each. They hung like ripe fruit from her chest wall, teardrop shaped and so unlike their prenatal atheletic state.

Terri theorized that whatever the jellies did to them enhanced their bodies to deal with the alien distribution of weight. Getting through doors was becoming a challenge, but Cindy managed to squeeze through. She tottered back to the bed, Terri sleepily shifting to accept Cindy back into the pile. Cindy snuggled deep into Terri's embrace and sighed happily when her friend's hands reached up to embrace one of her tits. The children inside kicked and settled, and Cindy drifted off to sleep.
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The three mothers-to-be found themselves increasingly mobilized, despite the alterations to their body that helped them with their bizzare pregnancies.

Meiko was the least effected, and so she helped Terri with breakfast while Dee and Cindy struggled to get out of bed. Dee had taken to sleeping on her stomach - the twin globes of taut, pregnant ass-flesh that dominated her lower half made sleeping on her back impossible. She scooted along the bed until her legs hung off the edge, at which point she stood up backwards, teetering as she adjusted her weight.

No clothes fit any of the girls anymore, so nudity was the norm. Unlike Cindy's tits or Meiko's belly, Dee's ass retained much of its original shape. Her apple-booty had been flawless, smooth, and both cheeks had been spherical and high. In short, she had "dat ass". As the jellyfish-induced pregnancy continued, each cheek had grown four times their original size. Jutting from the junction of Dee's back and legs were two orbs each the size of a full-term woman's belly, but neither showed even the hint of sag.

Dee bent over and spread her thighs wide, stretching her stiff back and legs.

Cindy looked over, admiring her sorority sister's beauty. The rich chocolate of her skin darkened to midnight-black as Cindy's view tracked from thigh to taint. Like Cindy's nipples, Dee's asshole had transformed. Still pitch-black, nestled between her ass cheeks was a pussy, not her sphincter.

Two vaginas lurked between Dee's legs, mirror images of one another, two clits oriented away from one another.

Dee caught Cindy staring between her muscular thighs, and the dark-skinned giggled. She flexed, and her ass-pussy winked lasciviously at the pale girl. Cindy laughed and slunk along the bed, kissing first one flower and then the next, lapping the two dark pink pussies back and forth.

Parting Dee's ass cheeks was a bit of a challenge, but Cindy's desire for her sister's salty-sweet juices helped her push her face into the dark canyon of flesh before her. Cindy felt safe here, nestled between Dee's monsterous buttcheeks. As she slurped Dee to aroused wakefullness, part of her wished she could stay in the safe, sacred, secret place forever.

"Breakfast is ready, horndogs," Terri called from the kitchen.

Cindy and Dee had made no attempts to quiet their morning activities. They disengaged and waddled to the kitchen for breakfast. Bacon and eggs mingled with the musky, female smell that wafted from Cindy's tits and Dee's ass.

Terri stretched as soon as she hopped down from the driver's seat. She and the P.C. Trio had just spent 5 hours in her car as they drove to the beach where it had all happened.

The pregnant women groaned and huffed beneath their massive loads, but each managed to get out of the car. Cindy's breasts were titanic teardrops, weighing 50 pounds each. Meiko's belly was gargantuan – Octomom was smaller the day before she birthed her latest litter. Dee's ass defied belief. None of the girls could fit into normal clothes anymore, so Terri had resorted to sewing some simple garments for the trio of pregnant women.

A week ago, each one had been seized by an inexplicable urge to return to the little coastal town where the mysterious jellyfish had impregnated them. Terri, as a nurse in training, cautioned against taking so long a trip with such massive pregnancies, but the three sorority sisters were insistent.

Just in case Terri had brought some of the supplies she'd smuggled out of the hospital where she was studying.

The three expectant women waddled out from the car and headed straight for the ocean. They were in a daze, and no amount of shouting from Terri could break the spell. Terri threw up her arms in exasperation, wanting to at least get checked in to their hotel before heading to the water. As Terri turned to storm off to the hotel's front desk she did a double take.

Dozens...no, maybe a hundred women and men were at the beach, each bearing the mark of being stung by the alien jellyfish. Women with pregnant breasts, bellies, and asses. Men who's testicles had swollen to the size of beanbags, assisted to the shore by proud, anxious wives and girlfriends.

Terri ran up to her three friends.

“This is amazing!” she cried over the wind and surf. Her friends just looked from their friend to the crowd.

“It'll start soon,” Dee said, her voice oddly distant.

The girls sat near the tide line and simply watched the waves come and go. Terri laid out a large towel and her medical supplies. Friends, lovers, and spouses of neighboring jellyfish-stung people wandered over to talk.

“Hi,” a young woman chirped. She was wearing a rainbow-patterned two-piece bikini that showed off intricate tattoos that hugged her skinny flanks. Her boyfriend was a few meters away, laying back on the warm sand. Naked, between his splayed-out legs lay two testicles each the size of car tires. His uncut cock had appeared to grow extra foreskin which glittered in the afternoon sun with cloudy white liquid.

“He got hit, too, huh?” Terri asked, smiling. The tattooed girl nodded, a wide smile on her face, as she sat down.

“I'm Paper,” she said, and jerked a thumb back toward her boyfriend. Terri saw the wrist-thick veins in his scrotum throb in time with his heartbeat. “That's Nails, my boy. We were here only a month ago, and he got stung while I was screening my ink.”

“Lucky son of a bitch,” Terri muttered, her hand unconsciously going to her belly.

“I know, right?!” Paper yelled in mock-fury. “I mean, like, I'm the one with a cunt and a womb, why does he have to have all the fun!?”

Terri laughed at the young punk's energy. An older man wandered over, introducing himself as Gustav. He had tears in his eyes – thirty years of marriage to his high school sweetheart and they couldn't have children. The week after their summer getaway and his wife Francine's belly was massive.

“I don't know why, or how, but this is something we've prayed for...” the man said as Terri and Paper hugged him tight.

So many more gathered. Sarah, who's lesbian life-partner's breasts were the size of overgrown watermelons – their close-cut hair contrasting beautifully with unkempt underarm and pubic hair. A business executive with an ass that put Dee's to shame meditated on the shore, her young office-intern lover nervous and excited. Two gay men who had visited friends from New Orleans shared pregnant testicles, hairless and throbbing in the bright sun.

A little after noon every expectant person suddenly struggled to their feet. Loved ones, partners, siblings and friends helped them get up and make it the rest of the way. Those few pregnant people who had scraps of clothing on shed them. A hundred pregnant bodies walked into the gentle, warm Gulf surf.

In twos and threes, they began to contract. Breasts rippling with new, alien muscles as their nipple-cervixes dilated open. Navels that spread labial lips, revealing blood-engorged birth canals. Foreskins stretched wide by boyfriends and girlfriends revealed similar structures, the masculine version of labia, their penises converted to birth canals. Thighs splayed wide as women and men prepared to birth the children that grew within their asses and bellies.

Moans mingled, coming in cycles. Terri supervised her friends as well as their new neighbors, monitoring their vitals as best she could with the waves rocking her back and forth. Just beyond the light patch of ocean that denoted the sandbar, the surface of the ocean was broken by the transparent domes of the jellyfish. One, then three, then a dozen, then more. So many more. Terri stared in disbelief as the gulf was suddenly full of the little things, waiting for their children to be born.

Cindy cried out, and Terri rushed to her side. One of her blood-filled nipples, bright red, was bulging, like someone was trying to push a football out of the tight ring of muscle. Her entire breast contracted along bizarre bands of muscle, and from the shadowy depths of her nipple-cunt, Terri could see a dark-skinned head begin to crown.

Terri's hands met Cindy's on her breast and helped massage the birth organ, and with a final, ecstatic cry of joy and pain, the first of Cindy's children was born. The child had dusty skin and translucent eyes. It didn't cry, Terri noticed. It smiled up and waved its webbed hands at her. There was no umbilical – as Cindy's left breast twitched a thick, milky-white placenta disengaged and slid into the ocean water.

The little water nymph wriggled free of Terri's grasp and it splashed into the warm water, streaking off as fast as a dolphin to its watery kin. Terri, Paper, Gustav and so many more watched it swim away.

It was like a dam burst. Cries of triumph, of exhaustion, of pain and love and determination were heard up and down the shore. Men bore down and, with strength they didn't know they had, passed their alien children through sphincter and urethra. Nipples opened wide, navels parted, and from the hundred bulging bellies, scrotums, asses, and breasts there slid into the world thousands of the glittering, perfect, alien jellyfish-children.

Utterly spent, the trio were helped ashore by Terri and Paper. The nurse-to-be checked them over and released the breath she had been holding. All three of her friends had survived unscathed. Their respective parts were slack, but there was no bleeding or tearing.

The rest of the day Terri spent walking amongst the birthing and the recently-delivered, ready to help anyone with complications. The sun was setting as the last jellyfish-child was loosed, from a man's belly, into the water. His wife was crying, nuzzling his neck as he gasped.

“Now you know what it's like, Hank,” she said through sobs of joy.

Hank could only smile, his knuckles white and his hands trembling.

Terri ushered her three friends into their hotel room, and no sooner than she'd tucked the last one in, there was a knock at the door. Paper was waiting at the door, a six-pack in one hand.

“Thought you could use one or three,” she said.

The two women sat down on the thin metal chairs on the balcony, looking out over the ocean as the first rays of moonlight kissed the wave-churned waters. The jellies had begun to illuminate, and they were welcoming their newborns with flashes of pale green and blue light.

“Nails is resting,” Paper said, cracking open one of the beers. Terri did the same, and the two toasted.

“To life,” Terri said.

“Amen, sister,” Paper replied