Awesome - can’t wait for the birth!

Good stuff! Loved the burps at the end of that last chapter.

Here's part 4 for those not on deviantart. I decided to make it 5 parts. 

Part 4

Defeated. There was no other word to describe how Katie felt upon waking up. She remained a sticky mess from the day before, covered in a mixture of congealed sweat, food, and bodily fluids. After significant effort hefting her substantial weight off the bed, she stood there adjusting to her added mass. The triplets inside of her had feasted on the enormous amount of digested nutrients resulting in another growth spurt overnight. She plodded over to the bathroom slowly, panting heavily before reaching the bathroom. 

She gawked at herself in the mirror. She was somehow even bigger than before. Short of octomom, she had never seen a woman more pregnant in person or on the internet. Her belly  filled her entire abdomen, pushing up on her naked breasts. The lower portion of her belly hung below her pussy, hiding her crotch. She was also wider now, with the diameter of her belly close to double of her pre-pregnant torso. Three monstrously large babies resided inside her uterus, distorting the shape of her belly. They were kicking and squirming constantly, changing the contours of her belly.

She needed to unburden herself from the awfulness of yesterday. She decided to take a nice long shower, or at least as long as her legs would allow. While showering, she took stock of her situation. She was pregnant with what had to be the three largest triplets in history. And she was 1 day overdue. And most importantly of all, she was not having any contractions. Not even Braxton Hicks. She had eaten an ungodly amount of food on several occasions which had only served to fatten up her babies. She went as far as to purposely jump on a gigantic cock in order to penetrate and manually dilate her cervix. She shuddered in horror as she remembered that last thought. As she continued to ponder her situation, she remembered how it had all began on that one fateful day at the doctor's office when she ran into Naomi. That stupid bitch, she thought to herself. Naomi had given her some frankly pretty terrible advice. Her instruction on binging the babies out of her had proven to be worthless. No, less than worthless. It had caused her triplets to grow explosively, leaving her more uncomfortable than she would have ever dreamed possible.

After stepping out of the shower, she stepped on the scale. 215 lbs, it read. Fuck, she thought. She had gained 90 lbs throughout her pregnancy, 40 lbs since running into Naomi. She then decided to call up Naomi to give her a piece of her mind.

"What the fuck Naomi!" Katie said over the phone. "You said this would work. I stuffed several family-sized meals in me on a near daily basis. I even won the local hot-dog eating contest trying to squash these babies out of me. But guess what? I am still pregnant! Your advice didn't help at all. Actually it made matters worse. Far worse. I am now the most pregnant woman alive. I am as big as a house. I've gained more these past few weeks than most women gain during their entire pregnancy. These little fuckers have ballooned in size, each bigger than with any singly pregnant women. How the fuck do you explain yourself? Are you just a moron and have no idea what you are talking about. I should have never listened to such an idiot in the first place. No wonder no one wants you stupid, fat ugly bitch!"

Naomi listened to her old roommate spew hateful comments at her. Her plan had clearly succeeded. She could only imagine her bloated frenemy on the other end of the phone, grotesquely pregnant and miserable. She wasn't done with Katie though. Oh no, not by a long shot. The fun was just about to begin.

"Oh my god Katie, I'm so sorry to hear that," Naomi said. "That always works. I can't believe you are still pregnant. And overdue with triplets! You must be miserable. I feel so awful for you. Let me make it up to you. I'll come over later tonight and help you through this. I know a few other techniques that will 100% get things moving. I promise we will have you in labor within 24 hours."

Katie remained silent for a few moments as she thought about the offer. Then she heard Naomi say, "Please Katie, I've always been so impressed by you. You are such a strong woman. I know together we can do this. Besides, what do you have to lose?"

That last comment resonated with Katie. What did she have left to lose? She had already become unimaginably pregnant and had suffered through so much, what was the worst that could happen?

"Fine," Katie finally said. "But this better fucking work."

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Naomi pressed the doorbell and waited. After some time, the door opened with Katie standing in the doorway, panting heavily, presumably from the short walk from the couch to the door.

Naomi was expecting Katie to be huge, but she had not expected this. Katie wore a white tank top that covered her breasts and nothing more. Small wet spots dotted the front of her shirt revealing dark nipples pressing into the now transparent and too-tight shirt. Much to Katie's dismay, any movement she made caused her boobs to bounce and rub against the fabric, irritating her nipples leading to milk let-down. Below her enormous milk-filled melons, was the largest belly Naomi had ever seen. She was more pregnant than any woman she'd ever cared for in her experience as an OB nurse. She had taken care of a few women with quads and quints, but Katie put them to shame. Her belly hung heavily off her small frame, obstructing the thong she was wearing, causing her to appear naked. None of her shorts, pants, or skirts fit her wide ass. She gave up on her normal panties which were always swallowed by her colossal ass and butt crack, resulting in uncomfortable wedgies. Only thongs remained comfortable. Her hips would have been comically wide had it not been for the gigantic belly she was supporting. Her thighs had grown considerably as well, rubbing together, shaking as she walked. Her face didn't look fat, but it was definitely fuller and softer compared to when Naomi saw her last. Katie was the definition of thicc, pregnancy an all.

"Wow you weren't kidding," Naomi said. "You have grown. You must be so uncomfortable."

"Save it," Katie hissed. "Let's fucking get this over with."

With that Naomi brought in a large bag, presumably filled with obstetric and medical tools. She also brought in several large bags filled with an unknown liquid.

"Alright," Naomi said. "So here's the plan. I am here to help push you over the edge and provide the right tools to do so. I brought with me several bags of 'tube-feeds' or liquid nutrition. We give these to the pregnant mothers who cannot keep any nutrition down because of morning sickness. It is very dense and will press down heavily in your stomach. We're going to fill you up to the brim with this thick liquid. I'm going to need you to be stuffed more than you have ever been before. I will push you to your absolute limit. Afterwards, we will move on to part two which involves..."

"Let's just fucking do this," Katie interrupted "I'm ready. I can handle it"

With that, Naomi reached into her bag and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. "Are you sure?" she asked with just a hint of malice in her voice. "Sit down in that chair and I'll handcuff you. Do not protest, this is the only way to push you far enough."

"But Naomi I..." Katie started to say.

"SIT DOWN!" Naomi yelled.

Without a second thought, Katie dropped herself onto the kitchen chair, sitting down heavily. Naomi then went behind her and handcuffed her hands to the back of the chair. Her distended abdomen pushed her legs wide apart. Her belly rested partly on the chair but mostly stuck far out, causing her torso to curve outwards in order to support her heavy belly. It was quite painful on her back. She didn't want to complain though, it would demonstrate weakness. Katie wasn't weak. She had made it this far, she would get these babies out of her tonight no matter what.

Naomi brought over a long tube connected to a funnel. It looked identical to the beer bongs Katie had experienced while in college. Naomi shoved the tube into Katie's mouth. Naomi brought over a gallon bag of the liquid and poured it down the funnel. Katie opened her throat and sucked it down enthusiastically. The thick fluid tasted very sweet and rich. She greedily sucked on the tube to hasten the process. In less than 5 minutes, the bag was empty and Katie was a just a bit bigger. Katie felt a sense of thrill. She had never been force-fed before. It was kinda hot.

This process continued for 3 more bags, slowly expanding her already over-stretched middle. She sucked down the liquid as quickly as she could. With the 5th and 6th bag she began to slow down. Her abdomen was already filled by her expansive over-crowded uterus, and there wasn't much room for anything else. Her belly stuck out even further, causing her back to ache considerably. She was trying not to moan or whine, but she couldn't help it. She looked and felt sick, her face grimacing in discomfort. She wasn't sure how much longer she could go on.

As Naomi started pouring the 7th bag, Katie began to protest, "I'm not sure how much more  of this I can take, I feel like I'm going to be sick. My back hurts from my heavy belly in this position."

"You can do this Katie, there's still some room left and we need as much weight inside of you as possible to push these babies out," Naomi said. Naomi could barely keep up the charade. She was becoming giddy with excitement.

Katie acquiesced and continued on. The 7th bag poured into the funnel, however Katie was no longer enjoying the experience. It was taking longer than with the prior bags as she choked down the liquid.

*BBBUUUURRRPPP* Katie let out a wet belch. She felt as if she was going to throw-up. Pain emanated from her belly, which was now 7 gallons fuller. The skin was warm and itchy, being stretched too quickly. She felt as if she would burst. An 8th bag entered the poor woman as she was barely able to keep it together.

"I can't take any more, I'm done" Katie whimpered.

"Your done when I say you're done," Naomi said a little too harshly. "We still have a few more bags to go. I told you I would push you. Now open your fat fucking mouth and suck it up. You don't have a choice."

Katie did as she was told. The 9th bag entered her packed stomach much like the 8th, expanding her belly further and increasing the pain. This was followed by the 10th bag. She coughed and choked down the rich liquid, sure that she would burst. Unlike Katie, Naomi wasn't concerned about this. She knew the human body was remarkably flexible and stretchy, even when pushed way past what is expected of it. She could fill Katie up as much as she wanted with impunity, mainly causing more pain in Katie. She looked into Katie's eyes, seeing equal parts fear and discomfort. For good measure, she decided to drain one more bag into the poor woman's mouth.

Naomi pulled the tube from Katie's mouth and let her breath. She looked unwell, eyes glazed, mouth open and burping nonstop. Her stomach groaned as it attempted to digest everything. She started hiccuping, bouncing her breasts up and down. Her breasts leaked milk from the movement. Her expanding belly had pushed her breasts up further and further, pressing her ample bosom nearly out of her overflowing tank top. Her head currently hung low with her chin pressing into her soft pillowy flesh. More and more of her dark areolae poked out as her belly swelled upward. Milk continued to dribble out onto her shirt. The wet spots caught Naomi's eye and an idea popped into her head

"Katie, you are lactating," Naomi said. "Nipple stimulation and lactation can release natural hormones that can stimulate labor."

Katie barely registered any of this. Naomi lifted Katie's engorged breast to her mouth. Too dazed to understand what was going on, Katie felt her nipple enter her mouth. She tasted the sweet breast milk as it dripped out of her tit. Whether is was due to some primitive need for comfort or simply a primal reflex, Katie began sucking. She sucked rhythmically on her dark nipple, her lips clasping around her own soft flesh. The sensation was surprisingly pleasant. Her engorged breasts contained a surprising amount of milk.  She continued sucking down her rich breast milk until her udder was dry. Before she could even breath, the other nipple was shoved into her mouth. Despite the pain in her belly and the lack of room in her stomach, she drank until there was nothing left to drink. There was some relief from draining her swollen mammaries, but it was nothing compared to the increased pain in her stomach which had reached a fever pitch.

Naomi pressed into the upper part of her disturbingly distended abdomen, causing Katie to cry out in agony. She palpated all over her upper belly, feeling the packed organ just below her hands. There was no more room, she thought to herself. Even Katie had her physical limitations and constraints.

Katie was more stuffed than she had ever been before. She could feel her stomach throb in agony, stretched to its limit. She was packed full, filled to the very brim with a very dense liquid as well as her own breast milk. However, from below, her womb still held three large unwanted occupants.

Overall, Katie had to give Naomi credit, she had truly pushed her to her limit. And it did seem to be working. Her triplets were now way down in her abdomen. She could physically feel the lowest baby grinding hard against her cervix. And since suckling on her engorged tits, contraction-inducing hormones including oxytocin now coursed through her veins and was causing her lethargic uterus to begin to stir. She felt occasional twinges and cramps that resembled mild contractions. It was all pure misery, however it would be worth it if it worked.

From behind Katie, Naomi unlocked her handcuffs. Katie, whose eyes were clenched shut in pain, was not ready for this and fell forward from the weight in front of her, landing hard on her bloated belly. Katie howled in pain, certain she would split open. She rolled to her side, tears streaming down her face. She felt her cramped triplets begin to thrash about inside of her, upset by the sudden fall. They stretched and kicked, attempting to escape their increasingly smaller jail inside of her. Although Katie couldn't see it, she could feel her belly writhing with movement, violent kicks erupting from within. She attempted to reach the lower half of her abdomen in attempt to push their probing limbs back inwards. She had to do something to prevent the little savages from ripping out of her. Despite the effort, she simply couldn't reach. She cradled what she could of her belly, whimpering in pain, hoping she wouldn't burst open.

"Get up," Naomi barked. "This was only the first part. We need to get you to your bed."

She pulled the bloated woman up off the floor. It took every once of strength to get Katie to her feet. As she stood up, Katie felt the true weight of her packed stomach weighing down on her uterus, resulting in an insane amount of pressure in her lower pelvis. Katie felt that if she spread her legs wide enough apart, a baby would simply fall right out of her. More and more cramps began to develop in her pelvis.

With Naomi's help, she slowly waddled to the bed and dropped heavily onto her back. Her towering belly now quivered and quaked, her stomach working on digesting the monumental amount of food packed inside of her. The upper half of her belly was nearly spherical from the stuffed organ that was her stomach. Her brood was visibly squashed to the lower half, who now had no room to squirm inside of her and could only kick outward in protest. Each kick showed the vague imprint of a foot. Her usually protuberant belly button had become merely a flat stretched patch of skin.

Katie saw Naomi walk to her lower half but was unable to see what she was doing underneath her immense belly. Katie suddenly felt her vagina penetrated and shrieked from being violated unexpectedly.

"We're making progress," Katie heard from behind her gargantuan tummy. "You are starting to dilate. Maybe 2-3 cm." With one hand still inside her, Naomi palpated her gravid uterus, which was tense due to a mild contraction. "And you are starting to have contractions. It's time to proceed to part two."

She felt Naomi's hand leave from within her pussy. Naomi then went back to her bag of mysteries and pulled out the single largest dildo Katie had ever seen. The girth of the object took Katie's breath away. It appeared thicker than a two liter bottle or a cantaloupe. There was no way anything that wide would fit inside of her already swollen pussy.

"Um no, I can't fit that inside of me, are you kidding?" Katie huffed as she saw the impending invader.

"I'm not kidding," Naomi said with a smirk. "Look, if you want to take advantage of your stuffed gut weighing down on the fetuses, we gotta help them from below now. This will stretch you out from the inside. And it'll facilitate dilation and make birthing easier."

Naomi poured a generous amount of lube all over the tree trunk of a dildo. As she brought it closer, Katie noticed it had an unusual shape. Towards the end, it tapered significantly to just 2-3 cm in diameter. The tip appeared softer than the rest of the dildo.

"I need you to spread your legs as wide as you possibly can," Naomi said. Still lying on her back, Katie spread her legs. "Wider," Naomi barked. "Wider, come one Katie, wider!" Katie spread her legs as much as she could. Her meaty thighs hung heavily in the air, now perpendicular to her torso. She would have been doing the splits had she been vertical.

Naomi disappeared behind her mountain of a belly. Seconds afterwards she felt a cold stiff object press against her opening. She grunted as she felt Naomi shove hard, spreading her vagina wide. Katie strained as she was she felt her lower lips stretched, her opening pushed wider and wider to accommodate the incredibly girthy dildo. Just as she felt she would tear, she felt the massive object slowly begin to descend into her. Naomi continued to push the dildo firmly into Katie, cramming it into her impending birth canal. After a solid minute of unbelievable pressure, it had been mostly engulfed by Katie's swollen pussy. She felt both impaled and plugged up by the encroaching invader. The dildo was so massive, Katie imagined this is what it felt like to have a baby being squeezed out of her. With one final shove, Katie squealed as she felt the tapered end of the dildo move past her slightly dilated cervix. Afterwards, she could no longer feel the pressure of the lowest baby on her cervix. She wondered if this would actually help. If anything, she imagined the dildo would block any progress. Still Naomi had been right thus far, she would have to trust her. Katie relaxed her legs somewhat, now appearing as if she were in invisible stirrups. From Naomi's perspective, it looked as if Katie was giving birth to the enormous dildo, her vaginal opening now crowning around the object. Her belly rose high above her spread pussy, a veritable hill of unborn children.

"Now that things are adequately stretched out down there, let's get started," Naomi said. "In her bag of goodies, Naomi brought out something Katie actually recognized, a hitachi vibrator. Finally, Katie thought. She had been tortured all night, but this part would be fun. She heard the familiar hum of the vibrator as it neared her stretched opening. Before it touched her, she quivered in anticipation, desperately needing any sort of pleasant feeling. Lightning shot up her body as it made contact with her clit.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh," Katie breathed out. The baby and food-filled woman closed her eyes, letting the sensation wash over her. Her clit was ultra-sensitive with the nerve fibers so stretched out. As unpleasant as the initial insertion was, she loved the feeling of the thick object inside of her. It filled her completely. She hadn't felt this feeling since initially losing her virginity so long ago. Despite all the weight pushing down on her, she rocked her hips, as if grinding against an imaginary lover. One hand reached down, fondling her tingling breast, fingers rubbing against her nipple. She squeezed gentling, expressing some milk. Although they had just been drained, her tits were already filling back up, preparing to feed three very big babies. Her other hand rested on her bloated and expansive abdomen, feeling the gurgling of the contents still packed inside of her stomach.

She moaned and whimpered, as waves of pleasure washed over her. She rapidly approached climax, feeling utterly filled with food, baby, and an imaginary cock. Every cell in her body exploded with pleasure as she came. She was so thankful for the release.

The relief was short-lived however as a contraction took over. Her lower abdomen clenched down, squeezing hard around her triplets. The pain was immense. Katie's eyes remained closed, grunting and gritting her teeth, waiting for it to pass. As the contraction paralyzed her in pain, she noticed a flurry of activity from below her belly. Apparently, Naomi was up to something. Katie hoped Naomi had another trick up her sleeve to help her finally give birth.

Indeed Naomi was up to something. However, little did Katie know, it was something altogether quite sinister. The second Katie began to have a contraction, Naomi rushed to her bag and grabbed out a metal pelvic girdle. It was a chastity belt. She quickly worked the girdle around Katie's thick thighs and pelvis which was harder than she would have anticipated. She then brought the metal crotch over her stuffed pussy and pressed it hard against the bottom end of the dildo which had been slowly inching out of Katie from the contraction. She shoved the dildo back up as hard as she could. The chastity belt was positioned perfectly in-place, just as Katie's contraction began to let up. Naomi twisted the key in the lock, securing the chastity belt.

"What... what are you doing?" Katie asked, no longer contracting.

Naomi began to laugh, "you stupid, fat pregnant bitch." Her tone had changed from reassuring to that of malice. "How could you have possibly thought I would help you? I fucking hate you! You tortured me endlessly when we lived together. You were just awful, insulting me, making fun of me. And you stole Aaron from me! You are just the worst person I know and you are finally getting what you deserve!"

"But... But..." Katie stammered.

"That's right, I fooled you," Naomi said, a smile spread wide across her face. "I bet you feel pretty fucking stupid now. Thanks to me, you are a gigantic mess filled with baby and food. But let me assure you, the worst it yet to come. I made this dildo specifically to plug you up. The narrow end now rests against your amniotic sac, pressing up on the lowest baby inside of you. This will keep it from pushing against your cervix and dilating you. The end of the dildo is very soft. We wouldn't want to pop your bag of water, would we? And to keep the dildo from sliding out, a chastity belt is secured squarely against your crotch, keeping the babies safe and sound inside of you. Here, let me show you" and with that, Naomi again pressed the vibrator against her clit.

Pleasure again overtook Katie. She tried to fight back against the sensation, but she had already been warmed up and couldn't prevent what was coming. In just a few short minutes, she was already nearing climax. Once she couldn't hold back any longer, she orgasmed hard.

Again a contraction overtook her. The pain tore through her abdomen, fighting to push her babies down. It was a fruitless effort, as the end of the dildo pressed past her cervix and blocked her brood from advancing. The contraction lasted two agonizing minutes. As it let up, Katie shuttered in terror, realizing just how screwed she was.

Naomi cackled following the contraction. "You look so pathetic. So grotesquely pregnant, so utterly stuffed, so gross and distended. And now you are finally, finally ready to give birth. But you CAN'T!" She laughed maniacally again. She then slapped Katie's belly hard, the smack of her hand against bare skin reverberated throughout the room. The red imprint of her hand remained visible on her taut stomach. Katie recoiled in terror but was near immobile. She tried to wriggle away, desperate to escape from her torturer. She tried to bring her legs together to try and get up, but the massive dildo in her vagina prevented her. She kicked out in frustration then tried to shift her bloated body, but the heavy load sitting on top of her only let her inch away slowly. Everything she did proved futile. She gave up, breathing heavily, her belly rising and falling with each breath. Her body glistened with sweat.

"You are trapped," Naomi said. "Legs spread apart, and too pregnant to move." Naomi grazed her distended belly, then pressed down hard, causing Katie to moan. "It doesn't matter how much pressure increases inside of you. Just like their pitiful mother, your unborn children will remain trapped. They will remain trapped inside of you, growing ever bigger."

Naomi again pressed the vibrator against Katie's clit. Katie wriggled and writhed desperate to stop the torment. The worst part of this was that if it weren't for the obstruction, she would finally be ready to start labor. Her stubborn cervix was giving way, ready to allow her babies to enter the world. As she fought against the impending orgasm, she cried out in a mixture of terror and pleasure. She again came, resulting in the same excruciating and unproductive contraction. 

Naomi marveled at the spectacle. Things were going better than she could have ever expected. The pregnant and contracting woman in front of Naomi was an utter joy to observe. As Katie endured the contraction, her belly changed shape drastically. The lower part of her abdomen shrank as her uterus visibly strained around the triplets. The mammoth babies inside of Katie were even more defined by the contraction. However, the upper part of Katie's abdomen remained just as distended and spherical as it had prior to the contraction, still stuffed full. Altogether, her belly looked top-heavy, like the shape of a normal pregnant belly but upside down. As the contraction slowly subsided, Katie's abdomen returned to a more spherical shape yet still horrendously lopsided from the massive triplets inside her womb. This close to Katie's belly, Naomi observed all the stretch marks and blemishes that marred her hulking abdomen. She saw blue veins spiderwebbing across her belly.  Naomi had never seen a woman's belly as grotesque and abused as Katie's, clearly a result from the rampant growth of the past few weeks.

"Pleaseeeeee," Katie whimpered.  "No more, please. I'll do anything, ANYTHING! I can't take it anymore. Pleas..." her last word cut short by the vibrator again pressed on her clit.

The cycle continued for hours. Naomi took her time, never tiring from torturing her former roommate. This was the single best night of her life. She was getting her revenge. Katie wailed and cried in despair as the contractions racked her body incessantly. In what felt like a lifetime later, Katie lay on her bed, a heap of her former self. Her clothes and bed were drenched in her own perspiration. Beads of sweat ran down the sides of her bloated and stretched abdomen. She was exhausted. In addition to the unending contractions, her body worked overtime to digest the massive amount of food crammed inside of her. She had no energy left. Sleep rapidly approached her despite the agonizing contractions. After the last contraction subsided, she closed her eyes and fell asleep, snoring loudly.

Naomi pulled the vibrator away from Katie. It had to end at some point, she thought sadly to herself. Out of morbid curiosity, she decided to explore Katie's overly stretched abdomen. Katie's belly towered several feet above her torso, rising up and down with each deep breath. The sounds were startling as violent digestive noises emanated from her stomach. Naomi pressed her hand into the upper part of Katie's belly. She pressed deeply, feeling her distended stomach and the contents inside. Katie let out a soft moan from the increased pressure but did not rouse from her sleep. Naomi then felt along Katie's abdomen and felt where her stomach ended and her uterus began. She palpated her gravid uterus, feeling each fetus inside Katie's womb. Each fetus was shockingly large. They were bigger than with most singleton pregnancies. She would have guessed they were at least 12-14 lbs each. With the contractions subsided, they were quite the active brood now. Naomi watched as bumps and mounds developed all over the lower portion of Katie's belly. At one point, one of them kicked out hard, stretching several inches out from her belly, again causing Katie to moan in discomfort.

Naomi stepped back from Katie and began to prepare for the next part of her revenge. Katie had been filled to her limit a few hours prior, but her stomach had digested and pushed some of its contents into her small intestine. There was again room for more food. Naomi took out the tube she had previously force-fed Katie with, and shoved it down Katie's throat. Katie choked and coughed momentarily, but did not wake from her slumber. Naomi then took another bag of liquid tube feeds, and poured the thick liquid down the funnel. Naomi poured the liquid slowly, intending to stuff Katie with a consistent flow of nutrition. She wanted to fatten her and her babies as much as humanly possible. She could now truly push Katie to her limits with her unborn children obstructed down below. No amount of pressure from above would push the dildo past the chastity belt.

Throughout the night and into the early morning, Naomi slowly poured the dense liquid into the already stuffed woman lying on the bed. Bag after bag was drained, with the contents being digested and transported throughout her digestive system. As a result, Katie's belly continued to swell, although not as rapidly as before. Katie moaned and groaned throughout the night from all the increased pressure inside of her. Naomi enjoyed every moment of the process, a villainous smile permanently etched across her face. She had won. She had taken the ultimate revenge on her old roommate.

Around 4am in the morning, she finished draining the 20th gallon bag of tube feeds into her victim. Resting on-top of Katie was the most unfathomably colossal belly. The skin of her belly was now incredibly tight and thin. As she pressed, she found there was no give at all, the skin was stretched to the limit, no elasticity whatsoever. Every inch of her digestive system was filled with liquid nutrition. Gurgling sounds had only grown in intensity with each bag drained into her. However, a new and far more worrisome sound began to dominate. Katie's belly audibly creaked, similar to the sound of an overfilled water ballon close to popping. Namoi flicked Katie's taut stomach and heard the low hum also heard with an overfilled balloon. As Naomi looked at Katie, she wondered if Katie would indeed pop. Her belly quivered as it struggled to contain everything inside the poor woman. Her belly button was now barely visible, merely a discolored 3 inch patch on the front of her belly. The triplets were completely motionless, immobile from the immense pressure and trapped inside Katie's womb. For a moment, Naomi considered if she had gone too far. Katie's belly was just so absurdly big and tight. She was certain she herself would fit inside of Katie's belly and with ample room.

Naomi decided not to push it any further. She had gotten the revenge she wanted. Katie would continue to suffer the consequences of this prolific feeding. Naomi had poured at least 2 weeks worth of nutrients into her. By the end of the impending growth spurt, Katie's unborn babies would be even bigger. She didn't think Katie would actually be able to birth them out her tight hole. The idea of Katie trying squeeze out her massive triplets made Naomi shiver with dreadful excitement.

Naomi packed up her supplies and tools. She left a note on the top of Katie's belly. Her only regret was that she wouldn't see Katie's reaction when she woke up. She left the bloated pregnant woman, still loudly snoring on her bed.

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Katie continued to sleep. And sleep. And sleep. She slept for whole two days. As she slept, her poor abused body slowly digested the monumental amount of contents packed inside her gut. As with each prior time, the nutrients coursing through her bloodstream made it to her brood, who had no choice but to absorb and grow.

Katie awoke a little over 48 hours since Naomi had left. She first noticed an intense itch on the lower part of her belly. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach the itch and cursed. As she opened her eyes she saw Naomi's note: "That was fun. Let's continue for just a bit longer, shall we? In order to remove the chastity belt, you will need to find the key. I'll give you a hint in the form of a riddle: I am very close yet impossibly far. The longer I remain hidden, the more we grow apart. However, no matter how far I am, I am always with you. Where am I?"

Reading the note brought back the painful memories of the prior night. She let out a long, despairing groan. She was still pregnant. Not only that, but she was far far more pregnant than before. Her belly rose high up above her, obstructing her field of vision. She then felt one of her triplets wake and kick hard. A large bump extended out sickeningly far by nearly half a foot. This woke up the other two who both joined their siblings in the fun. As her belly shook with activity, it felt to Katie like there was a mosh pit inside of her womb.

She then remembered the impossibly large dildo crammed inside her pussy, secured inside of her by a chastity belt.

Katie flipped Naomi's note and looked at the backside of the paper. More writing. It read, "If you try to go to the police, I will destroy you. I have shown you what I am capable of." It was signed, "With all the love - Naomi " "What the fuck?" Katie said aloud. Naomi was batshit crazy, she thought to herself.

Katie tried to sit up but was utterly incapable to getting her upper torso up by more than a few inches off the bed. She huffed and grunted, but no amount of effort would get her to a sitting position. Her belly was too heavy and her abdominal muscles stretched too thin. She attempted to move her legs closer together, but the foreign object crammed inside her pelvis made it difficult. The only comfortable position was to leaver her legs splayed apart or in a birthing position.

She had to get out of the bed. She slowly shifted and wiggled, inch-by-inch, to the side of the bed. She then slowly shifted her heavy middle to the side and off the bed. With the momentum of her gravid abdomen, she twisted and fell off the bed.  With the smack of skin hitting hard against wood, she landed on her expansive middle, bobbing up and down briefly. She cursed and groaned some more. She rocked backwards, eventually ending up vertical with her legs splayed wide apart. Despite her position, she did feel some relief with the immense weight of her babies and uterus no longer crushing her torso.

She had to look for the key. She couldn't stay like this forever, thoroughly plugged up, hugely pregnant. She had decided against going to the police. Naomi was clearly insane and she didn't want to cross her again.

Katie bent her knees and brought her legs to the side of her belly. She then tried to push up, attempting to lift her belly in a squatting position. She was able to stand in an awkward semi-waddle semi-squatting position, bringing her legs together as much as she could. Standing in this position was nearly impossible, let alone walking. However she had to find that key. She didn't know what to make of the first part of the riddle, but the second part she figured meant the longer she waited the bigger she'd get and the harder it would be to reach wherever it was.

With the doll-sized object stuck inside her pussy, she took one heavy step forwards. The only way she could walk was an especially pronounced, wide-based waddle, with her legs still spread far apart. Even without her new handicap, she was much heavier than before and had a very hard time walking. However, she didn't have a choice. She had to find that godforsaken key and dislodge the object that kept her so obscenely pregnant.

She spent then next several hours searching her apartment, searching high-and-low. Each moment was agonizing. She looked everywhere, below her bed, in the cupboards, in her drawers, underneath the couch pillows, behind the toilet. Each task was quite difficult. Anytime she had to look on the ground or below something, she awkwardly shifted to the ground (often dropping onto her swollen middle first), then afterwards had to struggle to stand back up. Her belly got in the way of everything.

Her apartment was a complete mess. She had torn it apart looking in every possible location, often twice. She huffed and puffed as she thought of any other spot the key could be hiding. She thought about the riddle again, I am very close yet impossibly far. The longer I remain hidden, the more we grow apart. However, no matter how far I am, I am always with you..... what does it mean? She had become an utter wretch throughout the search, sweat clinging to her naked body, her legs unable to hold her massive belly any longer. She was already exhausted despite sleeping for such a long period of time. And she was hungry. So hungry. Her triplets were starting to become particularly ornery, kicking her hard and making her wince frequently. She needed to take a break and get something to eat.

She made her way to the refrigerator. As she opened up the freezer, she found it filled with gallons of ice cream. What the...? Katie thought. She didn't remember buying all this ice cream. How had they suddenly appeared. Then she wondered if it was maybe part of Naomi's riddle. Sure enough, there was something written on the top of the first gallon. "Eat me to find the key." It didn't really make sense with the prior riddle, but maybe she would understand more later. Well, if this led to finding the key, she could kill two birds with one stone. She grabbed the tubs of ice cream and walked over to the couch and started eating.

The ice cream was delicious and tasted especially fattening. Katie devoured the sweat creamy treat, providing her the desperate comfort she needed. She quickly picked up the pace, and finished the first gallon. There was a number "1" and several letters written on the bottom of the gallon. She figured she'd need to get to the bottom of each gallon to make sense of this 2nd riddle. Now that she finally had another clue to go off of, she ate the second tub with even more vigor. The triplet-filled woman gorged on the ice cream, destroying gallon after gallon. She was a black hole, sucking the delicious food straight into her swollen body. She lost herself in the sugary dessert, a temporary reprieve from the constant torment of her horrific pregnancy. She quickly became a sticky sloppy mess as the ice cream made its way all over her naked body from the rapid and careless gorging.

She ate the 6th container, huffing and puffing. Her sticky belly had grown even tighter from the binge. She reveled in finally feeling full. Despite the increasingly cramped quarters, the little monsters inside of her had settled down, happy their mother was finally fed. She dropped the container, feeling satisfied. Unfortunately, there was still 2 containers left. She needed to get through both to get the clue she needed to find the key.

It took Katie the same amount of time to eat the final two tubs as it had taken to eat the prior six tubs. She struggled, slowly eating the thick creamy dessert. While difficult, this still was nothing compared to being force-fed by Naomi. It felt somehow comforting and familiar to overstuff herself.

She finished the last tub feeling as if she would throw up. *BBBUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP* Katie was again filled with highly caloric food. Hiccuping, Katie rested a hand on her once again heavier stomach. God did it feel so good to be so full. She knew she could have simply emptied the ice cream out to somewhere other than her mouth, but that would have been far less satisfying. This was exactly what she needed. And now she'd get the second clue and find the key. She'd finally unplug her birth canal and let her ever-growing babies out of her stretched womb.

With all the effort she had left, she managed to get her heavy and bloated body out of the couch, grabbed some paper and a pen, and arranged the now empty ice cream tubs in order of the number written on the bottom. After some thought, she figured the number corresponded to order of the letters. So she wrote the first letter from container 1, then the first letter from  container 2, and so forth. Once she wrote the first letter from container 8, she went back to the first container and wrote down the second letter from container 1. She did this until every letter had been written down.

Once every letter was written, she read the message:

"Wow you truly are a stupid and fat pig. You ate all that ice cream didn't you? Of course you did, you just couldn't help yourself. And now you and your enormous triplets will grow even bigger! If you were dumb enough to fall for this trick, I doubt you will ever figure out the first riddle. I guess you will remain pregnant forever, growing bigger and bigger. Or maybe you'll simply burst open. Only time will tell. -Love, Naomi"

Katie completely broke down upon reading the message. Her face scrunched up and began to cry a truly ugly cry. A deep and despairing wail emanated from her, as she was now at the absolute end of their rope. She couldn't do this anymore. Throughout the search, Katie had felt quivers around her belly. Almost like the beginnings of contractions. They never amounted to anything with the pressure remaining off her cervix. And with 8 gallons of ice cream inside of her, nourishing her unborn children, she'd only grow bigger. The stirrings of her uterus were beginning to feel more prominent. She was no longer certain they were mini-contractions. She was petrified the odd sensation in her belly was her uterus beginning to pull apart, losing its integrity from being so utterly filled with her ever-growing babies. Could she burst oprn? She didn't want to think about that. She had to get these babies out of her, and soon. She needed to find the key before it was too late.

She searched hysterically throughout the the apartment for the next several hours, plodding around as quickly as her bloated body would let her. As she searched, she quickly ran out of energy. Her thick thighs could no longer keep her vertical for another moment longer. As she searched for the 10th time below the couch, she tried to stand back up. She found she didn't have the strength to get her heavy middle up off the ground. She was exhausted. The copious amount of ice cream inside of her didn't help. She grabbed a blanket off the couch and put it under her head. She would rest and regain some strength and then get back to the search, or at least that's what she told herself. As she rested, she closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep, still hugely pregnant with her pussy still obstructed and stretched wide. She slept the rest of the day and didn't wake util the following morning.

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Katie awoke again to the same intense itch on the underside of her enormous belly. Again she couldn't reach the troublesome spot. She had previously chalked it up to the skin of her belly stretching out so quickly. And now it felt even further out of her grasp. She knew it was very common for pregnant women to have itchy bellies. Still, this felt different. And it was driving her crazy. It almost felt like there was something stuck on the bottom of her belly. She figured something had become stuck there from the sticky melted ice cream from the day prior. It was too much. If she couldn't find the key, she would at least scratch this itch.

She slowly and awkwardly stood up and waddled to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, she caught a look at herself in her full-length mirror. Wow, she thought. She was ginormous. She had grown so much in such a short period of time. Her belly was freakishly big. She traced where her belly jutted out of her torso right below her ribcage and underneath her boobs. Her belly pushed upwards, pressing her tits up, which made them look particularly perky. She then looked at the lower part of her abdomen. So much was hidden below the swell of her lower belly. Her belly hung pendulously low off of her.

She needed to reach the itchy spot. She tried to lift her belly so she could see below, but it was too big and she couldn't reach enough of it to lift up upwards. She then sat back on the bathtub behind her and leaned backwards, revealing the dark side of her low hanging pregnant belly.

Once she saw it, everything became crystal clear. "I am very close yet impossibly far. The longer I remain hidden, the more we grow apart. However, no matter how far I am, I am always with you."

"Of-fucking-course," Katie said, noticing the glint of a key duct-taped to the bottom of her belly. She again tried to reach, but her arms were too short. She then waddled to the kitchen, grabbed a long metal spoon, and waddled back to the bathroom. Using the mirror, she pried the key off of her belly. She immediately shoved the key in the lock of the pelvic girdle on the side of her hip. It unlocked. Katie pulled the girdle off her wide hips. Indents of the girdle remained imprinted in her soft flesh.

She then immediately pulled down on the enormous dildo. It wouldn't budge. It remained stuck, spreading her pussy wide. Her pussy was utterly dry without any lubrication. She needed to fix that. However, she really wasn't in the mood. She decided to go back to bed and try to dislodge the cantaloupe-sized dildo out of her. Her bed creaked as she hoisted herself onto it.

As she laid back on her back, she began to touch herself. As she did so, she thought about that one employee at the buffet. She thought about how he greased her up and massaged her belly. About how he went down on her. About how she then came all over his face. About how he fucked her like an animal, milk spurting out of her swaying udders. The memory made her wet and horny, lubricating her impaled swollen vagina. As she continued to touch herself, she bucked her hips, imagining him fucking her harder and harder. She let out a soft whimper as she vigorously rubbed her clit. She imagined him cumming inside of her, filling her up with his seed. As she visualized him cumming inside her, she also orgasmed. Like with every other orgasm, it quickly transitioned into a contraction. She felt her uterine muscles tense up. This time however, the dildo was unimpeded by the chastity belt. Through gritted teeth, she pulled down on the dildo while her pelvic muscles pushed it out. With a wet popping sound, the massive object finally came free of her stretched opening.

She felt such an immense sense of relief. The horror had finally ended. She stood up, happy to be able to bring her legs fully back together. She got out of bed and decided to examine her massively pregnant body. Once in the bathroom, she plopped her belly onto the bathroom counter, immediately relieving her of her heavy load. Her belly stuck far out of her, taking up the entire counter space and brushing against the wall on the other side of the counter. She pressed down on her belly, feeling the uppermost baby. It was huge. It felt like the size of a 6 month old, maybe even a toddler. No wonder her belly was so big, her triplets were massive. Below her stretched out skin and abdominal muscles, she could feel the muscles of her expansive uterus and her brood as they shifted and squirmed inside of her. She was mesmerized by her belly, amazed it was possible to become this pregnant.

After snapping out of her reverie, she decided to step on the scale. She was both curious and afraid how much she had gained from that awful ordeal with Naomi. After stepping off the scale and twisting her belly so she could see the scale, she read the number. 240 lbs. She yelped and covered her eyes. Had she really grown that big?

She then looked back in the mirror and took a closer look at herself. Her belly took center stage, a grotesque ever-changing lopsided mass of lumps and mounds from her massive triplets which squirmed incessantly inside of her. Her belly was so big, she wondered if the pre-pregnant version of herself would fit inside. Her belly wasn't the only place that had grown bigger. She lifted her boobs and felt just how big and heavy they had become. They were visibly engorged and swollen. She wouldn't be surprised if they were HH cups now. As she groped her generous mammaries, she felt milk begin to dribble out. She then turned to look at her ass which had grown as well. Each butt cheek looked like a flesh-colored pillow attached to her rear, billowing out of her backside. Her butt jiggled with even the slightest movement. She couldn't help but spank her generous derrière and watch the earthquake of flesh unfold. Her thighs were two large tree trunks attached to her ass. The imprint of the pelvic girdle remained visible. She was over 115 lbs heavier than before she got knocked up, and she looked it, belly and all.

As she admired herself, she felt a deep ache in her pelvis begin to rise. It spread to the rest of her abdomen as well as her back. She had felt this pain before, although never spontaneously. She was having a contraction! With Naomi's dildo no longer pressing up on her babies, her heavy brood pressed down on her slowly dilating cervix. The pain picked up in intensity as the contraction took hold of her. She cradled her belly as it strained around her unborn children. The contraction lasted a full minute and a half before letting up. She let out a breathy sigh of relief. She was ecstatic. The day was finally here. She was going to give birth. She was going to get her body back, or at least what remained of it.

15 minutes later, she felt another contraction develop. She was elated. She slapped the side of her belly and cackled, "You feel that! It's time! Enjoy these last few hours because I am getting you little gremlins out of me, once and for all!"

As with everything Katie hoped for and expected during this nightmarish pregnancy, things continued to go awry for her.

Looking forward to seeing the final installment!

Final Part

It had been three days since her contractions began. Three brutal, agonizing, endless days. With each passing hour, she hoped and prayed her contractions would pick up in frequency. Unfortunately, her contractions remained very irregular, sometimes 10 minutes apart and other times over an hour apart. She knew she couldn't go to the hospital until the contractions were regular and closer together. But three days was a very long time for someone so incredibly pregnant and overdue with three enormous triplets while in the throes of early labor. She felt the lowest baby very deep down in her pelvis, slowly dilating her cervix. With the babies being so large, her cervix had to dilate far more than with the average-sized baby before active labor could begin. In order to hasten labor, she tried masturbating several times, which frustratingly made the contractions more painful but not much else. She even tried "pushing"  with one particularly intense contraction, spreading her legs wide apart and baring down. However, it didn't feel natural and despite the effort and straining, it was ultimately wasted energy. For now, all she could do was wait for labor to pick up.

So she waited... and she ate. Food was the only thing that brought her comfort. The burdensome occupants inside of her required more and more nutrients to continue their development. Additionally, all the binges had stretched out her gluttonous organ, making it nearly impossible to feel full. Yet she still chased that temporary high, eating nearly non-stop. It was the only comfort she had left. Especially when suffering through a contraction and desperate for any relief. This led to a vicious cycle. She'd contract every so often, eat, and slowly grow bigger with each passing hour. Her growing belly led to even greater discomfort, prompting more gorging by the bloated laboring woman. And her contractions were starting to occur more frequently, accelerating the cycle.

As a result, her belly continued to slowly balloon outward. She guessed her unborn children were now triple in size compared her 38 week doctor's visit. At least her belly looked three times as big. And three times as heavy. She felt nearly immobile. Any time on her feet had to be limited to the bare minimum. Just getting upright required a significant and coordinated effort to hoist her heavy body up. And walking was even more of a task with her thick short legs desperately straining with each trip to the fridge or bathroom, unable to keep up with her triplets' rapidly increasing mass. Even getting back in bed had become nearly impossible as she worked against the force of gravity. When she finally did get back into bed, she heard terrible creaking sounds, reminding her just how heavy she'd become.

Even simply lying in bed was insufferable. Her womb no longer felt like an oven cooking her little buns. No, her womb was now a pressure cooker nearly bursting with three over-cooked and over-sized babies. The skin of her belly had almost no elasticity left as it was tightly pulled across her gravid uterus. Any kick, jab, or internal movement stretched her skin past its ability to stretch, inducing sharp pains. It didn't help that their movements were excessive. They now felt like little animals stuck in a vice or trap inside her belly. Their activity was so forceful that whenever she was lying or sitting still, her body would physically shift to and fro from the momentum of their vigorous activity inside of her. 

Above her aching belly, her tits were another source of frustration. Heavily filled with milk, each breast was a leaky faucet, constantly dripping onto her distended abdomen, creating a perpetually sticky mess. And god-forbid if she heard a baby crying on the tv, her nipples would literally spray milk from from the auditory stimulation alone. She had given up wearing any tops as a result. She even tried sucking on her tits multiple times, attempting to drain her heavy udders. However, the breastmilk felt endless, and each breastfeeding session only induced her breasts to fill up with even more milk.

Between the stagnant contractions, her unforgiving triplets, and her grotesquely swollen body, she was the definition of misery and wasn't sure how much more she could handle.

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On the 4th day since Katie began having contractions, she woke up to the worst contraction yet, causing her to curl up into an awkward fetal position in bed. It passed after 2 minutes of agony. As she unclenched her body, she recalled the events of yesterday, which had marked the beginning of her 41st week of pregnancy. Not having learned her lesson, she was 100% positive she'd finally give birth following 3 days of contractions and being a week overdue. However, by the end of the day, nothing had changed. Unable to cope with the idea of remaining so pregnant, she induldged in her one last vice: food. In a fit of hysteria, she ordered one of every burger on the menu and one milkshake of every flavor from her favorite burger joint. She drowned her sorrows in the monumental amount of food, devouring the feast. Afterwards, she had passed out, stuffed and still disturbingly pregnant.

Upon waking up today, she deeply regretted the binge. Her whole body ached. Her burdensome brood had another growth spurt overnight. He body throbbed in pain, barely able to accommodate her recklessly expanding uterus. Not ready to address her troubling reality, she kept her eyes shut as she continued to whine and whimper. She then felt a powerful kick down below, close to her full bladder. She yelped as she nearly wet herself. She decided to get up, needing to make it to the bathroom before another kick came.

As she struggled to get out of bed, she wondered if she had finally become too big and immobilized by her disturbingly pregnant middle. However, after a few minutes of shifting, cursing, and loud bed creaking, she finally made it off the bed. Her thick legs quivered as they attempted to keep her upright. She leaned back as far as she could with both hands on the small of her back, attempting to counteract the heavy mass in front of her. With her huge middle sticking out, she very slowly waddled to the bathroom, groaning and moaning the entire way, and sat her fat ass down onto the toilet.

After relieving herself, she felt her uterus tense up with another contraction. She cradled and massaged her belly, waiting for the horrendous cramping to end. Afterwards, she continued to touch and inspect her lopsided abdomen. Her skin had become so stretched and thin, she could feel the bulging veins just below her skin. She then felt along the angry red marks running vertically down her belly. It almost appeared that her skin was beginning to pull apart. A sense of impending horror began to enter her thoughts as she realized she might not make it another day of this nightmare. If she continued to keep eating without giving birth, she would soon grow too heavy to walk, let alone stand. And what would happen to her distended abdomen if it was forced to stretch any further? As her mind raced with morbid possibilities, she realized she desperately needed a distraction. Something to take her mind off of things while waited to give birth. Something other than food.

A smile crossed her face as she thought of something, or more aptly, someone who could provide that distraction. She had often thought about that handsome restaurant employee who had unwedged her burdensome belly then fucked her right inside the restaurant. That memory had played over and over in her head. Still cradling her distended belly, she remembered how he appreciated her pregnancy and caressed her curves. Her clit throbbed as she recalled the feeling of his tongue on her opening. She became wet thinking about him ramming his thick cock into her quivering pussy. She fondled her tit, squeezing just a little, wishing it was Bobby's hands touching her.

Prior to her horrific encounter with Naomi, Katie had called the all-you-can-eat restaurant in order to inquire about her one-time lover. She said she wanted to thank him, so they gave her his name and number. His name was Bobby. She had yet to contact him, but now felt like as good of time as any. While still sitting on the toilet, she decided it was worth a shot and texted him.

"Heyyyyyy! It's Katie, you know, that pregnant chick you helped out a few weeks back lol. I could really use your help again. Do you want to come over? I'm getting pretty desperate "

Shortly afterwards, she saw 3 dots in the text message indicating he was texting her back. The text followed, "Sure, but I'm working today. I'll come over around 5".

Katie squealed with excitement. She couldn't wait for him to come over. Another contraction hit. Fuck, she thought, these were getting bad as she clutched her belly, feeling the muscles tightened underneath her hands. It would be a long day waiting for him. She would need another distraction, at least until Bobby came over. But what? Her legs were becoming numb from sitting on the toilet for so long, so she stood up and plodded back to bed, not quite ready to get up for the day.

Just after getting semi-comfortable in bed, she heard the doorbell ring. God dammit, she thought. Who the fuck could that be? She wasn't sure she had the strength to get back up. After another few minutes heaving her pregnant body out of bed, she slowly lumbered to the door and opened it.

A man in a delivery uniform was straining to hold three very large sheet cakes. Icing on the cake read: Congratulations!

Looking down at the receipt, the man read "I have three XL sheet cakes for a Katie Matthews." He then looked up and saw her for the first time and nearly dropped the cakes. Katie had forgotten to cover up before coming to the door and stood topless in front of him. Trying to catch her breath, Katie's huge swollen tits heaved and jiggled, continuing to drip with milk. Below, he noticed her horrifically distended abdomen, lopsided with three defined masses just below the skin.  He stared at her bare belly, mesmerized by the abnormally large fetal movement as the three masses shifted  and squirmed inside of her.

"I didn't order any cakes." Katie said, annoyed by his gaze. He then looked back up and averted his eyes.

"Ma'am, your uh... you might want to cover up," he stammered. He hadn't figured out if she was wearing any bottoms on as her crotch was completely obstructed by her low hanging belly.

"Oh shit," she said as she cupped her huge breasts. Her hands looked ridiculously small pressing into her soft flesh, barely covering her dark areolae.  "Sorry, nothing fits anymore. Anyways, like I said, I didn't order any cakes."

"It says right here, Katie Matthews, at this address," he said. He showed her the receipt and the customer's message on the bottom of the receipt. It read: I'm looking forward to reading the news headlines in the next few days, love - N.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she realized who had sent the cakes. Naomi, that crazy bitch. Why couldn't she just leave her alone? What was she trying to prove with these cakes? What did she mean by "news headlines"? Katie then smelled the frosting on the cake. God am I starving, she thought, overwhelmed by smell.  The increased activity from below indicated her unwelcome occupants were also a bit peckish. And if anything, these cakes would help take her mind off her awful pregnancy while she waited for Bobby to come over. She promptly forgot about Naomi and asked the delivery man to bring the cakes inside. They took up the entire surface of her table.

After he left, Katie immediately dug into the first cake. It tasted soooooo good, she thought. And the icing was layered extra thick, just how she liked it. No longer looking to "stuff herself into labor" now that she knew it was all a ruse, she took her time eating the delicious dessert. However, her pace picked up after suffering another contraction, barely able to tolerate the intense cramping below. She began stuffing her face, trying to overcome the discomfort. She became lost in the food, trying to ignore the tugging within her womb. This process continued until she had eaten the entire sheet cake. The cake had been massive, and now it was packed inside her even larger belly. She felt nearly as full as she had after her burger and milkshake binge from last night.

Finally satisfied, she heaved herself off the chair decided to watch some TV on the couch for a while. Now that they had been fed, her generally active brood seemed content inside of her. They continued to wriggle and squirm but didn't kick nearly as much. For a brief period, she felt if not happy... then proud maybe? With their gentle activity inside of her, she was reminded they were living creatures growing in her womb. They were her babies and she had taken good care of them. She had carried these babies beyond their due date and kept them well nourished (maybe too well nourished, she thought). She was truly impressed by her capacity to nurture life within her swollen body.

Another contraction brought her out of reverie. The contractions were starting to become pretty intense over the past few hours. And more frequent, occurring every 8 minutes. Despite being a little past lunch time, she still felt quite full from the prior meal. However, a bite of cake wouldn't hurt, she thought, if only to take her mind off the contractions. She again slowly waddled to the table and took a bite of the second cake. It somehow tasted even better than the first. It was double chocolate, and tasted heavenly. She found herself having another bite, and another bite, and another bite. She sat down and started shoveling the cake into her mouth, unable to stop herself. She was turning into such a pig, smiling at the thought, and continued to gorge herself on the massive dessert. After 30 minutes, an empty tray sat where the second cake had been. *BBBUUURRRPPPP* she was stuffed now. Utterly stuffed. Stuffed and content. She had hardly noticed the contractions during her binge, which were now occurring every 6-7 minutes. She could barely stand up after devouring the second cake, her legs wobbling underneath her. However, she needed to get ready before Bobby came over, so she slowly waddled to the bathroom.

With considerable difficulty, she lifted her belly up onto the counter of the sink. It was the only way she could stand for an extended period of time. This gave her the ability to do her make-up and hair in front of the mirror. And it was nice to take the weight off her poor joints. However, unlike after the first cake, her unborn children were quite lively. Her mountain of a belly had become a volcano exploding with energetic and forceful activity. It was an ominous sign. She felt as if this volcano would soon blow as her skin stretched to the limit from the kicking and jabbing. On top of that, her contractions were becoming insufferable. They regularly tore through her aching uterus every 5-6 minutes. Her labor was finally starting to pick up.

After getting ready, she emptied her bladder, and trudged out of the bathroom. She saw the final cake sitting on the table. The thought of eating another bite of the cake made her nauseous, still quite stuffed from the prior feeding. However, another contraction struck the poor woman. She doubled-over, clutching her tense abdomen as it tried to expel her over-sized brood. It had only been a little over 5 minutes since her prior contraction.

She contemplated her situation. Should she get her stuff and go to the hospital? She then looked back at the cake. She had a decision to make: go to the hospital now or gorge herself on the final cake waiting for Bobby. She weighed her options. She desperately needed some companionship as this would be the last chance to feel the touch of a man for a long time. And her contractions weren't quite 5 minutes apart. Knowing her luck, her contractions would become irregular again by the time she even made it to the hospital. And the hospital was a quick 20 minute drive directly off the highway. Plus, how would she even get there? She was pretty sure she had grown too big to fit in her car. She pictured herself crammed inside her car, pinned against the steering wheel, the horn of her car beeping from her triplets kicking, her short arms unable to reach the wheel. She shuddered at the idea of getting stuck in her car and having give birth right there in the driver's seat.

It was decided, she'd continue to wait for Bobby. At least he'd be able to drive her to the hospital. However, she didn't think she'd make it with how painful and frequent her contractions were. She therefore sat down and started eating the final sheet cake to once again distract her. She found it far too rich for her taste, making it more difficult to shove down her throat. Each bite was a struggle as she continued to stuff herself. Her stomach began to ache from being packed with so much food. The contractions in relation, seemed less painful. This prompted her to keep eating. Lost in what she hoped was her final binge of the pregnancy, she didn't notice that her contractions were now coming more rapidly, occurring every 4 minutes.

Around 4:50, her phone buzzed. "Be over in a few," Bobby said over text.

Perfect timing she thought. She looked at herself and realized she had really overdone it. Her belly throbbed and ached, and not just from the contractions.  Already being so hugely pregnant, it was difficult for her to appreciate if she actually looked much bigger. However, she definitely felt considerably heavier. She remembered the delivery man struggling to hold all the weight of the three cakes in his arms. And now all three cakes resided within her. She began to hiccup, jostling her bloated belly and engorged breasts. The chair creaked with each hiccup, threatening to collapse underneath her increased weight.

With how heavy she felt, she dreaded trying to get up. However, she needed to get to her bedroom before Bobby arrived. Upon standing up, her legs shook and quivered, attempting to keep her upright. They ultimately gave out as she plopped back onto the chair. She heard the cracking of wood as the chair barely remained intact from the force of her heavy body. Fuck, she thought, she had finally done it, she had grown too heavy to even walk. After a few minutes regaining her strength, she tried again, unwilling to give up. She felt an intense burning in her legs as they strained to keep her upright. Grunting the entire time, she was able to take very cautious and heavy steps forwards. Huffing and puffing, she eventually disappeared into her bedroom and waited for the doorbell to ring.

She was pregnant, stuffed, and desperate for some fun.

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Bobby rang the doorbell in front of Katie's place.

"The door is open, come in!" he heard a muffled voice from inside.

Bobby entered her apartment, excited and curious to find out what had happened to Katie. Was she still pregnant, he wondered? No, there was no way. She had been the most pregnant woman he'd ever seen in person. And that was 3 weeks ago. She had seemed incredibly uncomfortable and willing to do anything to go into labor. She probably squeezed out her babies right after their encounter and was ready for some action again. Still, he hoped she was still pregnant. He had fantasized about her often, so impossibly full of babies, her belly near bursting at the seems and alive with activity from within. It made him hard just thinking about her being so pregnant and overdue.

As he entered, he was taken aback by all the empty containers of food littering the floor and what appeared to be the remains of 3 large sheet cakes on the table. The place was a pig stye, he thought.

"Come to the bedroom," he heard Katie yell. "I need your help."

As he entered the the bedroom, his jaw dropped to the floor. His wildest fantasies were nothing compared to the reality of what he found. On the bed sat Katie, her knees bent in a kneeling position. Jutting out of her was the largest belly Bobby had ever seen in person or in his dreams.  Katie's obscenely distended abdomen stuck far past her bent knees and rested on the bed. Her belly visibly writhed and rippled with movement from the enormous triplets squirming and kicking inside her womb. The movements were slow and pronounced, as the imprints of large limbs and feet were seen slowly dragging across the surface of her abdomen. It appeared she was pregnant with something inhuman, her womb stuffed with creatures far too big to be human babies. And sitting on top of her active belly were two swollen tits spilling out of a tiny lacy white bra. Her ample bosom bounced and jiggled nonstop as the restless triplets kicked from below. Much of her dark areolae pocked out, unable to be contained within the restrictive lingerie. Her feet were tucked below her generous ass which billowed out of her backside. She was so utterly knocked-up, filled with fat monstrous triplets squirming inside of her taut belly. The cherry on the top of this wonderfully pregnant dessert, Bobby saw on the side of her pale pregnant belly, written with whipped cream - READY TO BURST

She sat there, slowly devouring the very last piece of cake. She took huge bites, chewing erotically, savoring each bite. She stared at him as she ate, her dreamy eyes smoldering with desire.

Her belly jerked suddenly as she belched *BUUUURRRRRPPPPP*.

"Excuse me," she said. "I'm so sorry, I can't help myself anymore. I am a slave to these babies swimming inside of me. All I do is eat, causing me to grow more and more pregnant by the moment." She started rubbing her expansive middle.  "Bobby, I've become so pregnant... I can barely move." Then he saw an exceptionally large mound jut out of her belly. She grimaced and said, "It's all because of these little monsters that never stop kicking. And if I become any more pregnant. I'm not sure my ripe and fertile womb will be able to contain them any longer." He looked at her abused abdomen, noticing the unceasing movement within. "Bobby, I neeeeeeed you. I need you to fuck me. Fuck me like an animal. Make me squeal like the fucking pig I am." Her speech was often interrupted by frequent little burps. "I am so fucking pregnant and ready to burst. Bobby... I need you to fuck these babies out of me. Fuck them out of me before I..."

She was cut off by a contraction, causing her to grimace and clutch her belly. Bobby walked over and felt the uterine muscles tighten. The sensation was surreal as her overtaxed womb felt rock hard.

After the contraction let up, he moved closer to Katie's face, staring deep into her beautiful green eyes. Before she could say anything, he kissed her. She moaned and passionately kissed back. Mouths still locked together, they laid back on the bed. He then kissed the side of her neck, working downward, sucking on the nape of her neck, making her purr and moan. He continued to work downward, kissing the swell of her breasts, pushing his face into her softness. He unlatched her bra, letting her swollen tits burst forth from their restrictive confinement. He buried his face in her cleavage, taking in her overwhelming smell. As he reached her belly, he licked the whipped cream off. With his finger, he then fed it to Katie, allowing her to suck it off.

He then placed his ear up against taut belly, listening to her triplets squirming inside of her. He heard the thumping of strong kicks within her as well as the gurgling of digestion from her stuffed stomach. He then reached over to the night stand and grabbed some oil. He poured the liquid onto her expansive belly and spread it all over, not missing any part of her curves. The oil felt amazing on her thin and stretched out skin. She felt tingles run down her body as he grazed her belly button. It had become so sensitive and stretched out. With his finger, he then traced the dark line of her linea nigra which bisected her belly.

Now shiny and well lubricated, he explored her aching abdomen. He rubbed up-and-down, in-and-out, applying pressure in all the right places. He pushed into her, massaging her gravid uterus. He felt how big her unborn children had become, cramped and crowded inside her womb. Her belly was a haphazard jumble of mounds and lumps, misshapen from the large masses within her. He felt her triplets squirming and wriggling incessantly within her. Occasionally, a baby would kick outward forcefully. With a deliberate and firm touch, he pressed against the mound formed by her fetus, coaxing it back inwards, relieving the pressure on her bruised uterus. It seemed to work, as her generally rambunctious unborn babies were slowly quelled within her. The whole experience was incredibly sensual. She felt truly at ease for the first time in a while.

However, the serenity was interrupted by another terrible contraction. She tried not to let it show, but she couldn't help but whimper softly. Bobby felt her belly tighten, not missing the contraction. He held her hand and gave a gentle squeeze, letting her know it would be ok. Katie thought the contraction didn't feel so terrible this time.

As it let up, Bobby took the whipped cream, and squirt it onto her dark erect nipples. He then started licking off the white substance, grazing and nibbling on her nipples as he did so. With each touch, Katie felt her clit tingle more and more. He began kissing her swollen breast while grabbing the other, squeezing and kneading with his hand. He began to suck on her erect nipples, inducing breastmilk to flow from her engorged tits. The experience was incredible. Milk continued to pour out of her, providing immediate relief.  With his mouth still clasped around and sucking on her swollen tit,  he began to squeeze around her nipple rhythmically, deliberately squirting out breastmilk. She was breathing and panting as breastmilk spurt out her. She looked down and saw that his head was much smaller than her enormous tits, which could easily smother him now. As he sucked on her swollen milk-filled breasts, he took his hand and started playing with her sensitive and abused belly button. The sensations were becoming too much.

She began rocking her hips back and forth, her clit desperate for tactile stimulation. Reading her mind, he released her nipple from his mouth and made his way downwards. Bobby disappeared behind her mountainous belly. She felt his hot breath on her wet opening and quivered with anticipation. She whimpered, yearning for his touch. She suddenly felt his tongue lick her swollen pussy. Her clit was on fire, begging for more.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Katie moaned. She panted, breathing heavily. Her belly rose up and down with each deep breath. Her babies were becoming more and more active, shifting and rolling inside of her. He then shoved his tongue into her wet cunt. She grasped the bed, utterly overwhelmed. His tongue dove deep into her quivering pussy, licking the roof of her vagina, hitting her G-spot. She yelped, barely able to control herself. 

Just as she was about to cum, he stopped abruptly. She whined and bucked her hips up and down, desperate for release. She then felt her swollen pussy suddenly penetrated by something hard. Holy fuck it was his fist! He was fisting her! Bobby was arm deep inside of Katie. It felt incredible as his curled fist filled and stretched her swollen pussy. He shoved his arm up and down inside of her, sending her over the edge.

"Oh my god Bobby, don't stop. Don't stop! DON'T STOP! OOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Katie let out a high pitched squeal as she came. A contraction shortly followed the orgasm. Bobby felt her pelvic muscles pulsate around his arm. He then shoved his arm even further into her. Within the deepest part of Katie, he felt a large bulge which he assumed was the amniotic sac. He spread is hand inside of her and found the edges of her cervix at the tips of his outstretched hand. He was no doctor, but he wondered how she could be so dilated without the baby descending into her birth canal. With her deepest hole stretched so wide, the lowest baby must be massive to remain within her so securely. How on earth was she going to give birth to such an enormous baby, he wondered.

He pulled his arm out of her, which was soaked in her wetness. He then looked at Katie, who was biting her lip with desire.

"Bobby, I need you back inside of me," she said. "I want you to fill my pregnant pussy with your cock. I can't fucking take it any longer."

She then splayed her legs wide, presenting her swollen pussy to him, her heaving belly towering above her slit. Bobby shoved a pillow underneath her generous buttocks for ease and comfort. He then slowly approached, his cock out, pulsating and ready. He pressed the tip against her opening, leaving it there for a moment.

"PLEASE!" Katie pleaded. "PUT IT IN ME!" Bobby then plunged into her, filling her. His thick cock spread her wet pussy as he went in and out of her.

"OH FUCK!" Katie moaned. "OH FUCK YES! YES! YES! Give it to me! Give it to me! AAAAHHHHH!" Katie was going wild, already warmed up from the prior orgasm. Her belly bounced up and down with each thrust. The movement sent her triplets into a tizzy, now bouncing around inside of her. Mounds and bumps appeared all over her gargantuan stomach. As he fucked her, his hands explored her shifting abdomen. Just as Bobby was nearing his own climax, Katie began screaming from another orgasm.

He pulled out of her as another contraction followed. He couldn't believe he had lasted this long. This was the hottest sex he had ever had. However, he desperately wanted to keep fucking her, inducing more and more orgasmic contractions.

And this contraction was the worst yet. An intense, 3 minute long hellish episode. She felt as if her uterus would split open from the incredible pressure inside her womb. The lowest baby was shoved way down in her pelvis, spreading her cervix wide, nearly ready to start descending into her birth canal.

After she caught her breath from the intense contraction, she slowly shifted her heavy body off the bed. Once she got to her feet, she bent over, attempting to get into the position she was in when they first fucked. However, her belly had grown so big and heavy since then, it now pulled her to the ground. She remained bent over, knees slightly bent, now resting on her belly which was squished beneath her. Bobby grabbed her wide child-birthing hips and lifted her up, her feet leaving the ground, Katie now resting entirely on her belly.

He again pressed his manhood against her opening. He was the biggest tease, torturing her, making her pant with desire. As she moaned and whimpered, she suddenly felt him penetrate her as he shoved his thick shaft into her swollen wet pussy.

She shrieked in pleasure. He shoved his erect cock in and out of her, making her bob up and down on top of her impossibly swollen belly. Enormous mounds jutted out from her squished middle, the abuse of lying on top of her gravid uterus was too much for her triplets. Her belly writhed with violent movement, waves rippling outward across the sides of her as they continued to fuck on top of her belly.

As she bounced up and down, Bobby reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing hard. Her udders hung low off her torso, shaking back and forth uncontrollably. Milk spurt from her engorged breasts as he rhythmically squeezed. Milk sprayed everywhere. Katie no longer felt human. She was something more primitive, impossibly pregnant, bloated, udders swaying back and forth, milk spurting out of her. Every fiber of her being was on fire. 

She began to feel the gradual ache of a contraction develop. She screamed, "BOBBY FUCK ME! FUCK THESE BABIES OUT OF ME! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. FUCK ME HARDER! SPLIT ME OPEN! GET THESE BABIES OUT OF ME! I'M READY TO POP!

He grabbed her wide child-birthing hips and plunged ever deeper into her, filling her trembling pussy. She bounced up and down as he continued to fuck her harder and harder. The pressure inside her womb was growing by the moment as she felt the contraction continue to build within. With her contracting pelvic muscles gripping his cock, bobby was unable to hold back any longer, and came inside of her. She heard him groan throatily and felt his hot seed fill her swollen pussy. The sensation was too much for her.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Katie screamed a soul-piercing high-pitched scream as an orgasm ripped through her now contracting uterus.

She continued to scream at the top of her lungs while resting on top of her swollen middle. Pressure continued to build within her hugely pregnant belly. A new urge began to develop in her lower pelvis. Her scream slowly turned into a low-pitched grunt as she instinctively began to bare down and push.

"UUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH," Bobby heard Katie grunt. Her belly quaked with unbelievable movement within. He pulled himself out of her as she continued to grunt and bare down. This orgasm was different, something was happening within her. He then heard a wet popping sound followed by a fountain of fluids burst out of Katie's pussy. Gallons of amniotic fluids poured out of her as she screamed even louder than before.

Bobby was again drenched head-to-toe, this time in Katie's broken waters. Despite this, he smiled from ear-to-ear. It had been the most satisfying sexual experience of his life. He had fucked the most pregnant woman alive and broken her water in doing so. He was incredibly pleased with himself.

Katie's orgasm lasted nearly as long as the contraction. As she finally came back to reality, she began to bawl, completely overcome with joy. It wouldn't be long now until she finally gave birth. She continued to sob, her breathing jagged, as Bobby brought her back to her feet and off of her pregnant middle. She turned around and giggled when she saw him covered in her amniotic fluids.

"It looks like I more than just squirt this time, huh?" she said. "And now I gotta get these fuckers out of me, can you drive me to the hospital?"

"Of course," he said. "But I think you better get dressed first."

Katie waddled over to her dresser and grabbed some clothes. Nothing respectable fit anymore so she grabbed anything that would prevent public indecency. She grabbed an old maternity sports bra, which was far too small now. She was barely able to cram her tits in it, leaving a significant amount of cleavage exposed. She then grabbed her maternity yoga pants and tried to pull them over her thick thighs and ass. She strained as she pulled them up over her wide hips and butt. The fabric tore in a few places, stretched to the limit, but ultimately remained mostly intact. The fabric was stretched so thin, you could see the tint of her skin beneath it. And a portion of her butt crack remained exposed no matter what she did. She tried pulling the stretchy belly band over her belly, but it only made it a third of the way up and slid back down. The outfit would have to suffice, she thought. She looked over at Bobby who was pointing his phone at her.

"Say cheese!" he said. Still in a state of euphoria, she played along, striking different poses as Bobby took several pictures of her. She loved the attention and was over-the-moon knowing this nightmarish pregnancy would be over soon.

After striking a particularly sultry pose, her face contorted into a grimace as another contraction struck her, taking her breath away. It was far worse compared to before their water-breaking fuck session. The pain was overwhelming as her overly stretched womb contracted and squeezed. As she stood there contracting, she began to squat, feeling the urge to start pushing. Fuck, she thought, she needed to get to the hospital, and quick. At least it was a quick 20 minute drive right off the high way. Katie grabbed her hospital bag and slowly waddled outside to his car.

She walked past her own car, thankful to have someone else who could drive for her. Bobby helped her to the passenger seat where she plopped down. Despite her seat being pushed all the back, she felt her enormous belly brush against the glove compartment, her belly button now smashed against the dash.

Once Bobby got into the driver's seat, they sped off to the hospital. The bumps in the road caused her engorged tits to bounce up and down, nearly coming out of her top. Wet spots stained the front of her sports bra as she continued to leak milk ceaselessly. Her contractions remained regular and intense. Worryingly, the urge to start pushing was becoming difficult to suppress. She desperately wanted to spread her legs and finally let them out of her. She hoped they would make it to the hospital soon and was relieved when they made it to the highway. She then cursed as she saw a long line of red brake lights in front of them.

"I'm sorry Katie," Bobby said as he looked at the GPS on his phone. "It looks like there is a bad accident ahead. We could be here awhile, do you want me to call an ambulance?"

"No I'll be ok, I still have some time," she said, unconvincingly.

Time passed incredibly slowly in traffic as contraction after contraction bore down on Katie.

"It hurts soooooo much," Katie whimpered as another contraction began to build. She tried to close her legs to suppress the urge, but her enormous belly sat heavily between them. The sensation was agonizing. Not long after, another contraction struck. She began to moan, unable to suppress the urge any longer.

"Bobby, I can't keep them in anymore," she said through gritted teeth. She began to bare down. "OH MY GOD BOBBY, I'M PUSHING!" she yelled and began emitting short grunting sounds. She took her seatbelt off, angled the back of her seat to a 45 degree angle, and put her feet on the dash of the car. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH," she screamed as she experienced immense pain. The first child slowly inched down, beginning its journey through her birth canal. She grunted and moaned as she continued to push. It was utter torture.

Katie remained stuck in Bobby's car for another 3 hours, contracting every few minutes, pushing with each contraction. Bobby kept checking the GPS, desperately hoping to see the red line that represented their route turn to yellow or even green. He watched her in horror as she attempted to give birth in his car. Little squirts of amniotic fluid drenched her crotch with each contraction. He noticed her belly button sticking out an additional inch from the increased pressure inside her abdomen whenever she was pushing. And whenever she wasn't contracting, her belly would explode with violent movement, her unborn children desperate to exit their mother. Overall the spectacle was difficult to watch and he prayed her triplets would remain within her until they made it to the hospital.

While attempting to give birth in Bobby's car, Katie felt as if she would split open. The child squeezing through her tight birth canal was enormous. It was at least three times as big as the massive dildo Naomi had shoved up her vagina not long ago. Her legs were spread as far apart as she could manage, yet the baby still felt too big to squeeze out of her. Throughout the past few weeks, she hadn't considered what it would mean to actually give birth to such a large and fattened brood. Now in the heat of active labor, she couldn't think of anything else. She felt the body of the huge fetus descend very slowly through her birth canal. She desperately hoped she wouldn't tear apart from giving birth to such large babies.

Finally after 3 and a half hours of standstill traffic, it began to let up. They were on the move again, Katie still in the passenger seat, grunting and pushing every few minutes.

Bobby looked over at Katie as they neared the exit to the hospital. She was in the midst of what appeared to be a particularly intense contraction. Bobby then looked down at her crotch and noticed a small bulge between her legs.

"Holy fuck Katie, it's starting to come out of you!" Bobby exclaimed.

"No shit," Katie said through gritted teeth.

She again began screaming as the contraction ripped through her uterus, the bulge in her crotch growing bigger. They finally arrived at the exit and quickly reached the hospital. Bobby didn't bother parking and went straight to the labor and delivery triage door. He quickly ran over to her side of the car and opened the door. There sat Katie, her heavy thighs in the air and feet planted against the dash, her torso bending over her enormous belly as she tried to push the first baby out. The bulge in her pants grew as the baby began to crown. He ripped her pants off of her, revealing her spread pussy. He was surprised to see only a little of the baby's head. Her vaginal lips were bulging outward significantly, trying to stretch around the huge baby's head, however her anatomy simply didn't look adequate to stretch over such a large object. As the contraction let up, the head retreated back within her, hiding just behind her vaginal opening.

Bobby then pulled her up and out of the seat. Walking was nearly impossible with the first of her triplets stuck in her pelvis and between her legs, forcing her to waddle with a wide-based stance. Just as they were about to reach the front desk, another contraction hit Katie, causing her to double over in pain. The now familiar urge to push took over and she squatted, spreading her legs wide. She rested her belly against the ground and began to push, desperate to birth this little monster out from between her legs.

"GET OOOOUUUUTTTTTT," Katie screamed as she continued to squat and push, a gigantic head beginning to emerge from her bulging vagina. Several pregnant women sat behind her in the lobby, horrified by the scene. They clutched their swollen middles, fearing they might suffer the same fate as the hugely pregnant and laboring woman. Someone quickly brought a wheelchair over to Katie and rapidly wheeled her through the hospital to the delivery room.

Dr. Robinson entered the room and audibly gasped at the display in front of him. He had seen Katie just over a week ago. She was huge then with one of the biggest bellies he had ever seen. Now, without seeing it with his own eyes, he'd have never believed how pregnant Katie had become. Her gravid abdomen was the single largest he had ever seen in his considerable experience. How was that even possible, he thought? And now, she was clearly in labor, her lopsided belly towering high above her. He then saw the huge head of her first child spreading her vaginal opening wide.

He collected himself and then chuckled, "Well, well, well, it looks like you are finally ready to give birth. Let's get you checked out."

Dr. Robinson palpated her enormous abdomen. Her pregnancy was truly remarkable. Calling the triplets inside of her large for gestational age would have been an understatement. He then had a nurse strap three tocometers to her bare belly in order to monitor the triplet's heart beats throughout the delivery. They had to use two straps for each tocometer just to fit them around her huge abdomen. Once the monitors were set up, it appeared that the babies were doing well. Another contraction began to build, prompting the laboring mother to bare down again. Her vagina bulged out several inches as the baby continued to crown. However the baby remained stuck between her legs. Dr. Robinson wasn't sure she could physically stretch enough to let the baby through.

"I need you to push harder," Dr. Robinson said.

"I am fucking pushing harder," Katie yelled and continued to push. This time, the head advanced just a bit further. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH IT HURTS SO BAD! I can't do this, I can't do this, I CAN'T DO THIS!" But she continued to push. The biggest head Dr. Robinson had ever delivered spread Katie's vagina wide open. "I'M GOING TO SPLIT OPEN! GET IT OUT OF ME. GET IT OUT OF ME. GET IT OOOOOOUUUUUUUTTTTTTTT!" she screamed.

Just then, the head popped out of her vaginal opening. Not long after, the baby slowly twisted inside her birth canal as the shoulders moved through her opening. She continued to push as it slowly emerged out of her. With one last push, the baby was finally freed from Katie's fleshy tunnel. Dr. Robinson caught the baby, shocked at just how big the child was. It was probably the biggest baby he had ever delivered. This shouldn't be possible considering multiples had to share the same resources and space inside a woman's womb. Her pregnancy was truly remarkable, he thought.

Tears welled up in the new mother's eyes, relieved by finally squeezing the first little monster out of her. It actually was possible, she thought to herself. Unfortunately, she was only one third of the way done. She would need to push two more one-year-old sized fetuses out of her throbbing vagina. She wasn't sure she had the strength to go through that two more times.

Birthing the second child was almost as hard as the first, requiring 2 hours of agonizing and torturous pushing. After lots of cursing, sweating, and grunting, it finally burst out of her utterly stretched hole.

However, the third and final child was by far the most difficult. After an hour of pushing, Dr. Robinson stuck a gloved hand up her birth canal and found that the baby had yet to descend. It fact, the widest part of the head still hadn't made it past her cervix. How could that be, he thought? He then palpated her gravid uterus, feeling the size of her last unborn baby. It was somehow even bigger than the first two. He then checked her medical records to confirm his concern. Damn, he thought. Her 20 week anatomy scan showed that her triplets were dichorionic/triamniotic, meaning two were identical and one was fraternal.

"Katie, I'm afraid I have some bad news," Dr. Robinson said. "The last baby is much bigger than the first two."

"WHAT!" Katie screamed. "How the fuck is that possible? The first two were so big they nearly tore me apart coming out of me!"

"The first two triplets are identical and shared a placenta inside your uterus," he said. "The last one is fraternal and has its own placenta, therefore it has received a larger proportion of nutrition. And felling your belly, I can tell the last fetus is noticeably bigger. Also, despite an hour of pushing, the baby hasn't been able to move past your pelvic bones and remains entirely within your uterus. I have to be honest, I'm truly impressed you were able to give birth to the first two babies naturally. But with this last one, it is simply just not possible. Unfortunately, we have to perform a caesarian."

"The fuck you do," she said. "I didn't just give birth to two toddlers and go through the worst 3 weeks of my life just to be cut open!" After yelling at the doctor she began to bare down again, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't give up, she had to get this last fucker out of her, she just had to.

After another 30 minutes of pushing, she was was becoming desperate. What if the doctor was right? What if the baby was too big to squeeze past her pelvic opening and through her tight birth canal. She was just barely able to push the other two out out of her. She couldn't fathom pushing out a baby even bigger than the first two. Just then, she felt a flurry of activity inside of her. The final baby kicked the uppermost part of her uterus as if it were stomping and throwing a tantrum inside of her. Huge mounds pushed far out of the top of her belly. It was as if the baby knew it was too big and would be stuck inside of her forever. Fuck that, Katie thought. She had to get this final baby out of her.

She then pulled her legs back with her hands, bore down over her belly, and pushed harder than she ever had ever pushed. After 20 seconds of intense pushing, she began to feel a sharp pain in the front of her pelvis where her pubic bone was located. "OHHH FUCCKKKKK," Katie screamed as she continued to push despite the awful tearing sensation building below her distended belly. She felt her hips widen as the connective tissue between her right and left pelvic bones split apart. As her pelvic bones split apart, there as an audible *crack* as a portion of her pelvis broke. Katie howled in pain from the gruesome development. However, with a wider pelvic outlet, the baby was finally able to descend into her birth canal.

Dr. Robinson was in utter disbelief. This woman was willing to literally break in two to give birth to this baby naturally. He stuck his hand up her vagina again and confirmed the baby had begun to descend. Maybe she would be able to give birth to her final unborn child, he thought. It wouldn't be pretty, but now it just might be possible.

Katie continued to struggle for another several hours, straining to expel the last baby out of her. She had to fight for every millimeter and was an utter wreck. Sweat clung to her exhausted body as she grunted and groaned. She nearly passed out several times from the immense pain of pushing her well-fed child out of her broken pelvis. Her efforts weren't in vain as the baby's head continued to slowly advance through her birth canal. Her pussy was filled and stretched to the limit.

After another hour, Dr. Robinson could just begin to see the top of the head. Her vaginal opening was already pushing outward from the enormous mass pushing out.

Another hour passed. "WHY WON"T YOU GET OUT!" Katie screamed. It was finally beginning to crown. Her vagina bulged out by nearly half a foot. She panted and grunted as little by little, more and more of the head became visible.

Following each contraction, the baby's head would retreat somewhat. Mother and child were reaching a stalemate. Katie's vaginal opening was too small and the baby was too big to push past her completely stretched hole. And Katie was beginning to lose steam. She had spent many hours birthing the first two babies and had spent even more pushing their bigger sibling out of her.

After another 30 minutes of labor, the baby's head was pushing out of her even more, spreading her pussy and taking up her entire crotch from leg to leg. Her fleshy opening bulged out horrendously. Dr. Robinson had never seen anything like this in his entire career.

Another contraction began to build within her exhausted body. The baby remained stuck between her legs. Katie bore down with the very last of her strength. The pain was incredible. "OH MY GOD! I'M SPLITTING IN HALF!" she continued to scream as she pushed. Shortly after, she let out a blood-curdling scream as her vaginal opening tore wide open. Katie passed out from the pain as the gigantic newborn was pulled out from between her legs, now able to pass through the larger opening. Katie was quickly wheeled to the OR, now needing surgical attention to repair her torn pussy.

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Upon waking up, Katie began to sob, overwhelmed by a mixture of intense emotions. She was free! Free and empty. She had given birth to her little gremlins. And without being cut open! However, her freedom had cost her quite a bit. Her body was ruined. Her belly would never be the same, having lost all elasticity and littered with permanent stretch marks. Her boobs ached even more now, hanging off her chest, spurting out milk. She was afraid to see how saggy they'd be after breastfeeding. However, the real damage had been down below her tits and belly. Her hips had truly become "child-birthing hips," now unnaturally wide. Her pelvis was broken and would require several weeks to heal. Even her gait was different, now having a waddle-like quality from her unnaturally wide hips despite no longer being pregnant. Between her legs, her vagina was a warzone. After the birth, she was taken to the OR where plastic surgeons had to repair her torn perineum. She later heard from one of the nurses that it was the worst 4th degree tear the surgeons had ever repaired. She was told recovery would be slow and that things would never be the same again down there. Despite that, despite everything, she had finally given birth. She was free again. She decided she'd never have sex again for as long as she lived. She couldn't risk getting knocked-up again. Not even with multiple forms of birth control. No man would ever touch her again.

A smile crossed her face as she remembered being fucked so well just before giving birth. Well, maybe if she was careful...

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Naomi read the headline, "Florida Woman Gives Birth to Massive Triplets, Shattering World Record." Naomi smirked. The news article included a picture of Katie just prior to giving birth. They must have somehow gotten the images from Bobby who had snapped the pictures just before taking Katie to the hospital. Naomi continued reading on, "Katie Matthews, 25 (pictured to the right), gave birth to 3 healthy babies, 2 girls and 1 boy, on July 11th-12th. Each child weighed over 18 lbs for a combined weight of a 61 lbs and 2 ounces. This breaks the prior world record of heaviest combined birthweight of 27 lbs 12 ounces in 1924. In addition, the baby boy weighed a whooping 23 lbs 4 ounces, surpassing the prior record of 22.0 lbs, becoming single heaviest baby ever born. Remarkably, Katie Matthews gave birth to the record setting triplets naturally. During her record breaking pregnancy, she gained over 130 lbs more than doubling her pre-pregnancy weight. She is still recovering in the hospital from the ordeal. Dr. Robinson, who delivered the triplets, reports both mother and babies are healthy and doing well. When asked how such a remarkable pregnancy and birth was even possible, Dr. Robinson remarked, 'Through a lot of blood, sweat, and tears.' The people over at the Guinness World Records have verified the record birthweight and will update their website accordingly. One thing is for sure, this record is unlikely to be broken for quite some time, if ever."

Naomi closed her laptop and smiled. What a wholesome story, she thought.

For those of you who have enjoyed this story, @"Freddy-clown" collaborated to illustrate parts of the story and will be posting on his deviantart page in the next few weeks. Check out his page to get an idea of what's to come. I've seen a few sketches thus far and am very impressed and excited to see the story visualized.

very good story !

i hope a new pregnancy with more babies !!

Beginning of the illustrated series of Pregnant, Stuffed, and Desperate for Labor On my DeviantArt profile Theclownfreddy19

First two illustrations 1 and 2

I could do without the torture porn part, but I liked it otherwise

hello everyone, for those who missed the continuation of the story, we are at the first act of the third part, I leave the links, Go get them:

https://www.deviantart.com/theclownfredd...-901492956

https://www.deviantart.com/theclownfredd...-902806519

https://www.deviantart.com/theclownfredd...-904509734