Here is a story I wrote back for the EM, wanted to post it up here too!

Report – Project Gaia

First Report

We were making history on this trip. Our research team, consisting of myself and five other well qualified scientists were being shuttled to the island of Gravitta, located not far off the coast of our sister country. We sat and joted our pre-journey notes and expectations, hoping to gauge the effectiveness and tactical usefulness of the Graveet method of child rearing. The Graveet, a pragmatic people, didn’t leave their pregnancy and childbirth up to just anyone, but rather chose their genetically best suited females to carry the burden of repopulating their culture. These women, chosen for their beauty, intelligence, and aptitude, were constantly pregnant with multiple babies, birthing one set only to be inseminated again as soon as possible. We traditionally would recoil at the thought of this; these women subjected to a breeding-stock lifestyle, but had been given pause by the advancements of their people. Since putting the breeding plan in place, the health of their population has gone through the roof. Everyone is healthy and fit; there are few if any defects or illnesses. As we move forward, if we can keep our own population healthy in the same way it has to be investigated.

I’m personally skeptical of the living conditions and fulfillment of these women. I’m determined to really get to their motivations and surroundings. Can someone be happy merely as a tool for an entire society? Is there the necessary self-actualization you need to be well rounded and content? I intend to find out.

The Graveet general briefs us on things to be aware of on the island (plants to avoid, heat and weather conditions, things like that) and we begin our descent onto the lush, resplendent island. I’ll reassess after we have settled. I will continue to aim to report what I see, what I experience, what I hear and what I am told.

Second Report

We’ve now settled on the island and have already begun learning the Gravitta customs and practices. We are residing in their custom-built area, meant only for their breeders and the “personnel”. More on that later. Their area is named Eden, and it’s fairly fitting. The women here live in the lap of luxury, every need and whim met as they gestate the next generation. From fattening five-star meals to the highest quality accommodations and surroundings, they never seem to want for anything. And I mean ANYTHING.

The women themselves, as advertised, all seem to be pregnant, many enormously so. I suspect that the women with the “smaller” bellies are just earlier in their own multiples pregnancy. Some women are so big they can barely walk. I’ve been told there are ones so big they can’t leave their beds at all and I don’t doubt it. They all epitomize curves and femininity, with their full, lush breasts and soft, fertile hips that hold fat, gravid bellies while they waddle around making themselves as happy and comfortable as possible during their tropical pregnancy. The heat is oppressive here, leading to some interesting wardrobe choices. The girls parade themselves around proudly in the skimpiest, tightest clothing they can find. Some choose the simplest route and go nude with no shame or hesitation. They all appreciate one another and love showing off for their peers and the personnel I mentioned.

Eden is littered with men who are at the beck and call of the women, tending to island maintenance, upkeep and services. More importantly, or at least more visibly, the men are here to be sex slaves to the women. I suspect they as well have been chosen specially for this job, because they all seem to be in peek physical shape. I don’t know how “enslaved” they feel, but can’t go long without seeing two people either deep in foreplay or, how can I say this, beyond that.

Interesting enough to note, as I observed during a few sex sessions going on around my complex, both genders appear to be very “sexual”. By which I mean, the women have enormous breasts (I’d wager most to be average an E-cup at least) and the men have equally impressive members, some so big I can’t believe the women can accommodate them (but they find a way).

Yes, it seems most everyone is obsessed with sex here. The women all vie for attention with skimpy clothing and seductive come-ons, and the men treat the women like goddesses walking the earth. The obsession is nearly tangible; you can smell sweet sex in the air at all hours. Or at least all the few hours I have been here. Carrying that smell is the constantly high humidity, the price of being on a gorgeous island. I’ve taken the advice given to me and have been having to drink water non-stop just to deal. I need to keep my wits about me as I continue my studies.

Third Report

The island has been incredibly gracious while we have stayed here for the last few days, acclimating to the climate and culture. Aside from the gorgeous view (both the scenery and the inhabitants), we have been paired with an island guide. They are women in the program who are early enough into their pregnancy that they won’t be caught up in their last preparations before birth. I suppose having someone to show around keeps them busy and their minds off something besides their swelling waistlines and ankles. My peers and I all are very interested in what is going on here on Gravitta. I can’t stop thinking about these women, to the point that I worry I am losing my scientific composure. I keep masturbating to the images of their young, nubile flesh, I dream about fucking them and every time I see one of them in their nearly uniformly seductive wardrobe I can feel an erection spreading down my leg. I am torn about this guide program, pulled by my scientific interest in learning about the people and what I want to do to my guide.

They have done me no favors in granting me one of the most beautiful women I have seen here to act as my guide and concierge. Her name is Ali, and she oozes sex from every pore, movement and sentiment. Her bright blue eyes and dirty blonde hair highlight her flawless, angular face. I have already caught myself staring at her plump, deep-red lips, parting to perfectly pearly-white teeth. Her face is model-caliber beautiful but I am obsessed with her body.

Ali is four and a half months pregnant with quadruplets, something she told me proudly the first time we met. Like all of the women, she flaunts her pregnancy (order of multiples and months) as a badge of honor and unity. Her full belly would be considered quite gravid where we come from, but it’s really pretty mild here. She teases me to guess exactly how big she measures, but I’ve yet to get it exactly right. I do know, however, that her belly is big enough to fill her abdomen so her big breasts seem even perkier and firmer than before if it were possible. It’s clear that this is not her first pregnancy, even though there isn’t a hint of a stretch mark.

Meeting her for the first time, I was brought into her home, an open, comfortable loft she had filled with art and expensive-looking furniture. The plan was to have her lead me around the campus for a woman’s perspective on the lifestyle. I knocked and she yelled for me to come in and wait for her as she finished getting ready for our day. I sat down and made myself a large drink of water waiting for her. She finally walked out in an outfit I am still in disbelief over, a sheer white sleeveless undershirt (her lack of a bra was evident, her dark, crinkled nipples very visible) and jean shorts cradling her curvy hips and plump ass, the zipper shoved all the way down by her belly. Her top was just a bit too small, resting just above her outie belly button showing a crescent of tanned belly. Completing her outfit (if you could call it that, really) was a pair of low, 2-inch heels.

She paused for a moment in the doorway, letting me take her in for the first time. Her tan skin glowed and I would have sworn she was an angel sent to me. I think I may have actually sat there with my mouth wide open until she introduced herself and we chatted about our backgrounds and goals. She seemed really excited to get to know me, laughing at my little jokes and playing with her hair. I hope I can maintain my professionalism while I’m around her. She may be onto my attraction though. When giving her a hand off the couch her shirt rode all the way up to show off every inch of her big, round belly and she just tucked in under her breasts with a proud grin. She then arched her back and pulled me in, saying “feel the babies”. In that close to a woman this sexual my body overrode my poise and I started getting erect. She kept pulling me in so close, moving my hands around her belly and my penis was pressed against her too tightly for her not to notice. She didn’t say anything, but didn’t let my hand go as she led me away to the car to begin our trip.

I’ll check back in throughout the day. I have no idea what this day will bring, but with Ali I am happy.

Fourth Report

I am ashamed that it didn’t take long for me to have sex with Ali. The way it happened, I suppose she had sex with me. I had very little choice, looking like she did, my body just took over, leaving my brain and judgment back in the world before this island. She drove me in her jeep along the smooth roads, pointing out landmarks and areas of interest along our way. Every subtle bounce on our way shook her chest, sending waves through her cleavage. I tried not to stare, but I’m only a man. When you put a big pair of bouncing tits a foot from my face I have to look. It didn’t help that when I looked away I could see beautiful pregnant women enjoying their bodies and finding the most comfort and pleasure they could.

I was in such a deep trance that I was totally unaware of our surroundings. Ali was talking the whole time about the island, the girls and where my group should be interested in studying but my thoughts never wavered from her swollen figure and swaying tits. I had turned on my tape recorder, so at least my study wouldn’t suffer. I was finally jolted back to earth when Ali parked and stopped talking. I shook my head clear and looked out onto the landscape Ali had brought me to. I must have really been far off, since I was now on top of the mountain above the breeders’ campus. I rubbed my eyes at the far, lush vivid tree lines interwoven with modern buildings and curvy roads. We were straight across from the beach, people frolicking and swimming. Ali had picked a great spot, we had to be fifty feet up and only a dozen feet from a mild waterfall, constantly roaring and bubbling in the background. The hot sun beat down upon everything, bringing an intensely hot, tropical sheen to everything.

Ali leaned back and rubbed her belly in slow circular motions. Her small hands moved around and around, bringing a wide Cheshire grin to her face. She did this for a long time as we sat there enjoying the view and the natural calm. I was weighing my responsibility against the beauty of my companion, a tough fight going on in my head.

Ali broke the silence saying the babies were kicking, pulling my hand in to feel. She moved it for me in the same circle around her globe, only 4 and a half months but still firm and full of life. This continued with her cooing softly at the feeling and resting her head back on her seat. A few more rubs and coo’s turned to gasps and gasps to moans. Her nipples looked like they could pierce her shirt and she was stroking her hips back and forth in her seat. I knew what I was doing, the pleasure this was giving her, but I never even thought about stopping. This felt right. Ali was big and bloated and very obviously horny and I wanted to do anything, to do everything to satisfy her in that moment. She finally moved my hand up to her double-d breast and I squeezed it to her delight, feeling its hefty weight and the milk sloshing within it.

I guess me grabbing her like that gave Ali all she needed and with surprising quickness for someone her size she sat up and pulled me into a wet, hungry kiss. She rammed her tongue deep into my mouth, holding my head in both hands while I grabbed her belly. She pulled back and paused enough to pull her top off, her round tits bouncing down onto her belly before attacking me with another intense kiss. She was overwhelming me, pressing into me so hard I was nearly falling over. We were pretty cramped in her Jeep and what we both wanted to do was going to need a little more room.

We clumsily piled out of the car and I led Ali around to the hood of her car where I helped lift her up (with her giggling and oo’ing the whole time) and perch her plump ass on the hood. She massaged her breasts for a moment before bringing a hand down to her shorts. She traced a finger along her pussy, her wetness starting to seep through, her head flinging back like it was on a spring. Looking at this I stripped off my own shirt and lifted her up and she peeled the shorts down her legs, revealing she had forgone panties with a bra. She finally was able to masturbate with purpose, rhythmically gliding her finger in and out of herself. She motioned me in close and whispered to get naked and “come get her”. I fully believe not a man alive could have resisted her. I stripped down, my now fully erect penis springing from my underwear.

Ali eyed me up and down, biting her lip and kneading her breast before leaning back and spreading her legs. I grabbed around her hips and guided myself into her, the wettest, hottest pussy I’d ever felt. So tight it felt like she was vacuuming the cum from my balls. She groaned loudly as I entered, her bare pussy pulsing with the pleasure she was feeling. Ali was trying her best to thrust back onto me and I was eager to fuck her. I couldn’t even think straight, the sex was so intense and thick in the air all I could think was fuck her fuck her fuck this big pregnant goddess and cum all over her huge tits in her waiting mouth. I was building momentum as well I ould despite an awkward angle and Ali was lost, climbing toward an orgasm. Her pussy was dripping down onto the hood and was making loud, wet noises with every thrust. My cock had never felt bigger, I would have sworn I was driving up towards her throat but I wasn’t getting any complaints.

I felt the need to hold back until Ali had cum. After all, she had started this, she deserved to finish. I was in paradise, but I knew it would be tough to finish with her trying to keep her balance on the hood of her Jeep. I pulled out and told her to hop off. She did with a sexy fling of her hair and rubbed her gravid form, from her breasts to her belly to her hips to her belly to her tits again. I grabbed her by the hair, took a kiss from her and spun her around before caressing her tight ass. She arched her back and pressed back into me before I bent her over and she spread her legs again, bracing herself against the Jeep. I finally slowing down enough to look down and realized my penis did look noticeably bigger than it ever had. I didn’t question it, I welcomed it and swiped the tip along her lips until she was shuddering and dripping again. I plunged back in with one stroke and Ali screamed out a loud “O”, echoing across the valley. Now everything was perfect and we thrust against each other, racing towards orgasm. I was doing everything I could to fill her, smacking her smooth ass and gripping her long hair with authority. Under this kind of assault she could only last so long until her pussy contracted hard around me, spraying pussy juice against our thighs. I had no chance against her intensely spasming body and felt my cum shooting into her. She somehow had the clarity to pull forward, releasing my dick, turn around and aimi the rest of my load at her tits. I came more than I think I ever have, rope after rope, until my ejaculate dripped down onto her baby belly. I collapsed onto the truck, unable to handle the pleasure I had felt. Ali stayed under me, surprising me with a quick suck of my penis to get any remaining seed before rubbing my cum into her belly in the same slow, loving motions that had started us in the first place. We sat on the ground and looked out over the midday sun, my arm around her, her head tucked into my arm for a while before deciding it was time to clean ourselves up and reenter society. Before we got up, Ali did say something to me worth noting.

“I guess you earned a little something after that,” she purred contently. I told her I thought I had, reaching around to grab her breast again. She swatted my hand playfully before continuing “Not that. I was going to tell you my belly measurements. 42 inches as of last night at my doctors. I guess a little big for only four months, but I guess quadruplets will do that. Also, I’ve been told I tend to have some of the biggest babies of all the girls.” It was a nice piece of intimacy for her to finally stop teasing me with her “secret”, and I kissed the top of her head before helping her up and re-dress.

We made our way down the mountain the same way we came up, but unfortunately I was beginning to remember my duty here to study the people. I guess you could call that studying. I will, because I certainly don’t regret it.

Fifth Report

Something on this island is very different. I haven’t felt the same since a bit after we arrived. I was always an example of ethics and conduct, and now here I am driving around sitting next to the woman I was meant to observe. I’d done plenty of observing, and plenty more, having just a few hours ago made love with Ali in a tropical paradise and now all I want is to do more of the same thing. Something on this island has changed me. It’s like the culture has been injected with sex, everything inviting naughty thoughts and actions. It’s rare to go long without seeing two people fucking their brains out; the men are avid lovers of the women’s’ pregnancy and the women themselves (most swollen enormously with pregnancy, bigger than a single term) happy to pleasure one another. But why? The hormones? I suppose it’s part of the reason, but even a multiple pregnancy doesn’t drive women into this kind of sexual overdrive. Maybe all of them together explains it. To test my hypothesis I asked Ali to drive me to the most crowded area around. Deep down I knew this wasn’t to sate my scientific curiosity, but my lust.

Ali knew exactly the place to go, setting her sights on the beach. There were white sand beaches with mild, bright blue waves crashing onto the shore and the hot sun beating down on the barely-clothed beauties. Big bellies were waddling about in revealing bikinis, showing as much skin as they could thrust into the daylight. The only one pieces I saw were the girls who had decided against bikini tops, their dark nipples pointing out like erasers on pencils. I was amazed at how collectively brazen these women were. At home no woman this gravid would consider herself sexy enough to parade around, so obviously fertile and fecund. But no woman on this island considered herself anything less than a goddess. Why should they, I suppose. They are treated like fertility goddesses, giving birth to the next generation in the lap of luxury.

Ali, sad she hadn’t brought a swimsuit with her, led me into the crowd, which was an experience by itself. Every belly I saw was round and smooth, ranging from modest to eye-poppingly enormous. I marveled at how many babies some woman must be carrying, and how close to (or even past) term some were. The packed pregnant beach apparently gave these women great joy, bellies bulging rudely from their figures up and down the beach as they tanned and relaxed and swam and frolicked with one another. I suspect under some of the shadier umbrellas and changing tents the frolicking and companionship had been taken to its inevitable conclusion. My head was swiveling so fast I tripped over my own feet when Ali stopped suddenly without warning.

Spitting out the grains of sand from my mouth, I shaded my eyes and looked up. There was no need; the sun was thoroughly blocked out by two moons rubbing against each other. I stood up and saw Ali hugging a nude pregnant woman, her belly swollen huge and round in front of her. They parted and began rubbing each other’s globes, talking about their pregnancies.

“That’s my girl Ali, always getting so big so quickly. Damn girl, you’re so pretty. And who is this? And why do you always have some new hunk on your arm?”

“This is one of the new scientists, here to study us.” They shared a look and a giggle at this point and it became more obvious that I could hardly expect a girl as obsessed with sex as Ali seemed to be to keep what we had done a secret. All I can hope for now is that my superiors somehow don’t find out. “Meet Brittany! She’s one of my best friends. And one of my roundest! Look at you, babe, all belly and boobs. Ah, I love it.”

Brittany took a step back and thrust her belly forward, hands on her lower back. I was hypnotized by her massive womb, especially since she was so obviously proud of it. It curved out from under her breasts and sloped out so far you couldn’t see her sex even though it was obviously bare. Her belly button had popped out and topped her tummy like a third nipple. It took me a minute to shake away from staring at her pregnancy to take in the rest of her. A brunette beauty, she swayed back and forth on her heels, which shook her bare tits slightly left and right, brown crinkled nipples rudely stuck out. It was obvious from her tan she spent a lot of time at the beach and from her lack of tan lines that her nudity was a habit. Everything about her was slight and thin besides her fat belly and big tits. I imagine she would be a thin girl if not for her pregnancy, one where she was very clearly carrying multiples.

“I know, I know. I’ve gotten pretty big this time. Weird it’s only two in here, I’m as big as when I had three! I’m happy though, I love this shit. I’ve been cumming like a hundred times a day. I swear my preggo belly is pushing on my clit. I gotta stop talking, I’m about to drip.” Wow, Brittany certainly got right to the point. I had never heard a woman speak that raunchily about sex, and it was a little shocking coming from a woman with an enormous bump. Apparently she was having twins, so with her girth she had to be close to delivery. I didn’t know much about the birthing processes here yet so I finally spoke up and asked her how far along she was. She smiled and patted her globe.

“Nearly there, forty-two weeks. Only a couple more! Not much left to do but relax and enjoy myself. I’m so big enough already. Don’t get me wrong, I love getting so fucking pregnant I waddle like a penguin but my babies are already twelve pounds each. Ugh, shoot me now. Kind of a catch-22, I love being pregnant but I still fucking hate birthing kid this fucking big.” Wait, had she said 42? I know pregnancies only last 40 weeks. Maybe this girl had it wrong? She didn’t seem like the sharpest tool.

Ali was a bit smarter than her friend and must have read the confusion on my face. “Pregnancies tend to last an extra month here. It’s part of why we keep things so stress-free. We also have such great diets, they’re really great about giving us what we need.” This was the kind of thing I needed. I made a note to check into specific dietary needs at my next convenience. Now my day was yielding the results I’d come for. When I looked up, Brittany was waddling as fast as her swollen feet could take her toward the water, Ali right behind her and stripping off her top to join her. They splashed into the water and began a playful game of belly tag, grabbing each other and moving effortlessly in the warm water. I stopped to take notes of what I was seeing around the beach specifically, including a girl laying out sunbathing who was massive enough to warrant a beached whale comparison, a girl walking out of one of the changing tents wiping her mouth as a grinning man walked out behind her (gee, I wonder), and two girls near Ali and Brittany giggling as they shot their milk at one another. When I looked up from my book, Ali and Brittany were waddling up the beach hand in hand. Brittany looked back for me, and yelled that I better hurry up and join them. Not wanting to lose my subjects, I jogged up to meet them, not a hard task since they weren’t moving too fast. I have to say, even though Brittany was a fit girl her broad ass sure had a lot of attractive bounce to it.

We kept walking past everyone, past the beach, and onto the street. I was wondering where we were going before we turned into a beach-adjacent bungalow. Judging from the pictures, this was Brittany’s home and like everywhere else I’ve been it was focused on comfort and ease. The pictures were of Brittany, at term in several different pregnancies, some bigger and some smaller, next to a chart of her measurements. As recently as last week Brittany measured an impressive 68 inches around her belly. It was obvious she had been doing this for years (she still looks under 25) and had been swollen up even bigger than what she is now with child. Britt helped Ali shimmy off the soaked shorts she had swum in and they stood back again to admire one another. This entailed a ton of belly rubbing and oohs and aah at the movement and kicks. Ali and I sat back onto a nearby couch and Brittany had to sit down on her favorite chair, saying being so big tired her out pretty quick. I saw through this, though and I think Ali did too. Once Brittany sat down the drops of moisture trailing down her thighs were obvious. Brittany was dripping wet and panting now as she sat back as far as she could. She saw the hunger in Ali’s eyes and scooted her hips up and spread her legs apart, her belly pushing towards us. Ali shuddered next to me and slid off the couch and slinked along until she was at Britt’s feet. Brittany’s pussy was bright red and already lubricating furiously, pooling under her and filling the air with musk. I was hard as a rock, my cock straining against my pants as I watched Ali massage the insides of Brittany’s legs before she started kissing the underside of her belly. Britt’s view of Ali was completely blocked by her own pregnancy, so she let her head fall to the side and she kept eye contact with me. She bit her lip and thrust forward with a bolt when Ali probed her pussy with her tongue, Ali obviously experienced at eating out another girl (especially a girl with a giant belly). Brittany eyed me up and down until her eyes rested at my obvious erection and she gripped her belly as Ali went to work trying to making her friend cum. Brittany hadn’t been kidding about how horny she was, this girl was pouring like a faucet now that Ali was lapping at her pussy like a melting ice cream cone. Finally the tension broke and Brittany reached out for me and I was next to her in a heartbeat, shirt already off and her clawing away my zipper and briefs until she pulled out my cock and stroked it with hunger before devouring it in her tight mouth. Any pretense I had about ethics and detachment was lost as this swollen model gave me the loudest, wettest blowjob I’ve ever experienced.

We must have been an erotic sight, Brittany swallowing me while a nude Ali had graduated to pushing her fingers into Brittany while tasting her juices. Britt was deep throating me now, her head bobbing up and down while I cupped her head in agreement. I think the only reason I held her head was to keep from applauding because she was so intensely focused on my dick it left my legs weak. I was amazed enough that she could take as much of me as she did. There is no doubt now that my penis has grown noticeably bigger during my stay, longer, fatter and veinier than I’d ever seen it. Brittany began moaning and pushing her swamped pussy onto Ali’s face as she began to cum. Ali redoubled her efforts, leading Brittany over the peaks of orgasm before leaning back on her heels to show her face showered with juice. It took only a moment before the sex-crazed Brittany was ready to go again, but now that her head was clearer she was a bit more demanding.

At her instructions, Ali laid down on the floor and Brittany kneeled down in front of her. They kissed softly as much as they could, their bellies preventing them from getting too close. Brittany had other plans in mind and slid herself down Ali’s body until she was parting her thighs and licking her way down her thighs until she was tonguing her tight pussy. She was slobbering all over Ali’s lower body, tracing up from her calves to her pussy to her belly button and back around again. Brittany’s belly was so huge it was pressing into the carpet, pulling her down so her back arched up and her ass stuck out. It was clear by now that Brittany was a cock-hungry slut, so I had no problems kneeling down behind her and sliding my dick into her bright red pussy, bottoming out on one stroke. Brittany felt me deep within her and used the excitement to shove her tongue deep inside Ali and claw at Ali’s round ass. A woman as pregnant and horny as Brittany demanded a good, hard fucking and I jackhammered into her sex as her and Ali built toward orgasm, Brittany shoving her head deep in Ali’s crotch as Ali began to cum. Ali shivered and shook with pleasure and I went to work making sure I wasn’t the only one not to leave satisfied. I grabbed a handful of brunette hair yanked back, arching Britt’s back even more and rewarding myself with a deep twinge around my cock. Brittany was humping back at me as best as she could given her belly, her tits slapping wildly against her bump. I looked down at Brittany’s fat ass bouncing against my legs and noticed for the first time a tattoo just above her ass cheeks, reading in curved ornate lettering “BORN TO BREED”. I went crazy seeing this, fucking this proudly knocked up slut with quick, deep thrusts until I couldn’t take anymore and came inside her. I must have shot over half a pint of cum, jizzing for near a minute until Brittany collapsed on her side next to Ali. They interlocked hands and rested for a while before deciding it was time to go about their day.

They each rose with a grunt and left to shower together. I know Ali grabbed a bottle of cocoa butter moisturizer as they waddled to the back so I imagine they are taking turns rubbing each other down. I don’t have long until they return. I think I feel my body chemistry changing even as write this, drawing me deeper into this rabbit hole of hedonism. Down and down it goes, where it ends I do not know. The most worrying part is that I don’t really want to know.

Sixth Report

Ali and Brittany didn’t take long in the shower, both coming out looking like angels and smelling like flowers. They had showered and lotioned and dressed up for the rest of their day. I had checked through my notes while they were gone and decided to track down the answers to my questions on the girls’ diets. What did they feed the women bringing forth the next generation? Did it change them, maybe make them more docile or hornier? Could be. These women treated pregnancy so differently that they all had something different in common. It could be their diets and so that’s what I wanted to explore next. Unfortunately Brittany couldn’t come along, being so close to popping she wanted to stay at home and rest so Ali and I went out to explore the food sources in Eden.


It turns out Eden used a kind of high-tech cafeteria system. The girls would go in whenever they felt like it and input some login data. Each girl had a specific diet program, based on their personal body and pregnancy. Their meals would be brought out to them by food staff while they relaxed on whatever they wanted. There were no limits on the girls meals or calories, the dieticians figuring there was little chance of the girls being so pregnant and gaining too much weight. Some of the girls used this as an excuse to pig out, spending hours a day gorging. It was really remarkable how, even though they were all tied together through being so hugely gravid, the girls had so many choices on how to spend their days. We were in luck that there was a café close to Brittany’s house and Ali and I walked (and waddled) the few blocks.


Ali had changes out of her dirtied tank top and shorts and into a dress borrowed from Britt. It was a white button-up dress, the hemline falling just above her knees and bouncing with every step. She had finished it off with a black sash tied just above her belly and below her boobs making every curve pop out and drawing your eyes down to her bump. I don’t know what she and I were meant to be but I suppose I should note her that we walked hand-in-hand, Ali saying that her legs were still weak from so many orgasms that day. We walked slowly through the streets, admiring some of the more swollen women and the maternity clothing shops before finding the café.


Ali punched in a code to the establishment and we entered the hall. Smaller well-lit circular tables surrounded by comfortable chairs, booths and couches littered the area. Some of the tables were occupied by women focused on their meals, hugely pregnant figures made even rounder by the caloric meals they were eating. Most of the hall was empty, though. I guess it wasn’t truly a typical meal time, but I still would have guessed more women would be here. I was feeling lost here and asked Ali to see if she knew anyone here we could talk to. It was just easier at this point for me to learn from other women since my conversations with Ali tended to turn into less talking and more cumming. Ali and I walked the tables for a few minutes in search of a familiar face and finding none. All these women were smiling and happy but Ali didn’t really know any of them. Finally, as I was giving up, Ali yelled across the room “NIKKI!”.


A hazel haired beauty looked up from a sizable meal to wave back at Ali, motioning us over to join her. Her bright green eyes and dimpled smile were very pleasant and she had a body worth noticing. She was sitting splay-legged at her table in a padded booth against the wall and her huge belly reached all the way out to her knees. It must have stuck out two feet and I’m certain it was wider than her body. She could barely cover it with a t-shirt (black with a yellow “under construction” stretched over the belly, funny).


“Meet Nikki”, Ali introduced as she settled her own pregnant frame into the booth next to her friend, me next to Ali. “I was assigned to show her around the island too when she first joined Eden. This was a few months and quite a few inches ago though. How are you doing? Gonna pop?”


“No, haha, not yet. I’m still only seven months. Hard to believe, honestly, I feel like I am all belly. Seriously, I thought they eased the new girls in with a lower order multiple before they gave us a big bunch of quintuplets like this!” I choked on the water I was sipping when I found out she was knocked up with quints. More than anything else I was thinking about how big her belly would get in the next two to three months. There’s no way she’d be able to even waddle!


“They try to but you must have just been super fertile. Don’t lie though, you like it. You gotta, I know I love when my belly gets that big and full.”


“I do love it, but I don’t like having to get so big so quick. I’m already 88 inches around and that’s just not enough. That’s why I spend so much time here, I have to gain at least another 100 pounds. I’m not worried about getting too fat though, all the doctors and dieticians agree most of that weight will be baby and boobs. I don’t mind these, I have to say.” I didn’t mind her boobs either, each of them were huge and heavy and nearly as big as her head. “Still, I wish I could little things like drive, walk regularly or, say, see which pants I’m wearing.” Ali and I giggled at her joke. Nikki laughed too and I think her shirt nearly tore, as tight as it was against her pregnant body. She shifted in her seat and I couldn’t help after her joke to check out her ass to see it was a pair of sweat shorts cut like bikini panties, high up on her hips and revealing nearly everything. Her shorts looked more like a belt than anything decent.


A waiter walked by and asked Ali if she wanted something to eat. Ali did after a long day and I took this as my opportunity to use the bathroom. I left as Ali gave her code for her specialized meal and her and Nikki began whispering very closely.


Using the bathroom gave me the chance to finally inspect my own changes. My penis had absolutely grown. I wasn’t worried though. If this was my biggest problem, I’m doing ok. I finished up and composed myself to try to act professionally in front of two hot women with big bellies. I left and accidently walked straight into the kitchen across the hall. I saw men bustling about preparing complex dishes and meals. The amount of food in this kitchen was overwhelming. Some of the meals were so immense they needed two men to carry the platter out! The only thing I couldn’t place was how every dish was sprayed with some substance right before it was sent out of the kitchen. No one was looking up from their work to notice me, so I dabbed one of the cakes after it was sprayed and put the napkin in my pocket. I will test it as soon as possible for chemical agents, and I hope that gives me another piece of this pregnant puzzle.


With little left to do now in the kitchen I decided to leave before someone asked too many questions. Walking back to Nikki and Ali’s table I saw they had had a cake delivered. It was the same cake I had just tested! Those results just became even more interesting. It was a wide double-decker cake slathered with chocolate frosting and topped with ornate decorations and a large number “19”.


“Nikki, what’s with the 19? This isn’t…”


“My birthday, yep. Sweet number 19.” Nikki said through a mouthful a cake. She was attacking the desert head on, no plate just fork and mouth. Ali had cut off a portion for herself but it was clear this was Nikki’s treat. She was so young! Only 19, and already knocked up with five big babies. It was a wonder these women agreed to do this their whole lives. Why, a girl as young as Nikki could be pregnant for decades! At only 19 and apparently especially fertile she had signed herself over to be a baby factory, alternating her days between pleasure and pregnancy. She seemed happy enough at the moment, hair pulled back in a ponytail so nothing got in the way of her sweets. The wait staff had also left an impressively big can of whipped cream and Nikki sprinkled each individual bite with a dollop.


She ate and ate until the birthday cake had nearly gone, Ali pecking at it here and there but the majority going into Nikki’s tummy. With a final forkful and a satisfied sigh, Nikki finished the impressive cake and lay back rubbing her poor stomach (or at least as much as her slender hands could reach). She eventually rolled up her shirt and tucked it under her boobs to give her belly room to breath after such a meal. Ali was pretty full but Nikki had obviously capped off a full meal with a desert made for six. Well, she is eating for six. Most women didn’t take it this literally, but I wasn’t going to stop her from finding ways to grow her belly out rounder and rounder and plump her tits up until she was all belly and tits. Ali still had her playful spark and grabbed the whipped cream from the table. There wasn’t much left, but enough for her. She took a deep drag off the can before spraying a big smiley face across Nikki’s heaving belly, using her stretched skin as a pink canvas. Nikki giggled at the gesture and tasted the cream off her belly.


“Like that? I figured you’re so happy to be so pregnant you might as well show it with a big smiley face on your big belly.”≠


“I love it. Ugghh, I never used to eat this much. Now I feel like that’s all I do is get so stuffed. I’m lucky I don’t have big thunder thighs and a sagging ass. Don’t get me wrong, my ass is so huge right now but it still fucking rocks. Yesterday one of the waiters helped me leave after I got too full and I saw him get hard after he watched me waddle away. If I hadn’t been so full I’d have swallowed his cum right then and there. That’s the worst part about having quints at 19, I’m still not used to being massively pregnant and I have to do so much you girls just do naturally. I’ll be a pro soon, but now I don’t have any time to do other things. God I miss cock so much. I wasn’t, like, a whore before I came here but I fucking love a big cock.”


“You’ll have plenty of time to have all kinds of crazy, nasty sex, baby. Someone as sexy and round as you is gonna have no problem getting someone to love how you look,” Ali purred into Nikki’s ear, not wanting anyone else to hear but loud enough for me to hear them like an intruder. Ali noticed the whipped cream had begun to run down the slope of Nikki’s belly and was wildly distorting the once smiling face. Ali reached down a finger again to scoop and taste the cream. “This really is delicious. You know now that I think of it, it sort of looks like cum, doesn’t it? White and thick and sticky. Yep, really cummy.”


Ali leaned down and gently licked off some of the cum and Nikki shuddered in her seat and started scissoring her toned thighs together in frustration. Ali rubbed the cream around and around until Nikki’s belly was covered in a sheen of transparent white goo. It really did resemble ejaculate, and made her belly shine brightly, even in the dimly lit corner. How was Ali always this sexual? How could she turn every encounter we had into an orgy? It was unreal. She had been meant to be my guide but she had become as much my subject as anything else. She was nearly impossible to keep up with, but I hadn’t shied away from anything yet. She was definitely testing my limits.


“You know, if you really are hungry for some cock, there’s a big fat one sitting at this table with his mouth open.” For the record, I don’t think my mouth was open. I was there and Nikki smiled even deeper running her hands over her tits, around and around. Ali winked at me and went back in to lick at Nikki’s massive baby bump, lapping the cream up and making a real mess of it. I ran my hand down Ali’s bent over back and cupped her ass before she surprised me by unzipping my pants. This girl had some experience! I had been fool (or wise) enough to leave my underwear at Brittany’s, so Ali had full access to my rising cock, teasing the head of it while she teased Nikki’s sensitive bump. What a woman, always finding the erotic and being generous and unselfish with her men (namely me, in this instance).


“So what do you say, Nik? Do you want some real cum for once or what?”


“Ooooh, you have no idea how badly. Come here, stud. I need to swallow some cock right now or I’ll explode.” Nikki finally reopened her eyes and licked her lips through heavy lids. Well she already looks like she’ll pop, I better do what she says, I remember thinking. I’m amazed now at how persuasive I can be when I want to avoid how deep I am going into this world of sexual freedom.


I moved across the table to sit on her other side and lifted up enough to get in position. Nikki cooed in delight at the sight of an erect penis and reached out to hold the shaft firmly. She giggled at an idea before reaching out to grab the whipped cream canister and spraying it on the tip of my dick. I recoiled at the cool, unexpected sensation but Nikki caught me in her mouth before I could escape. I relaxed and let myself get lost in her smooth, soft technique. She tongued up and down my cock slit while rotating her mouth around my cock. She cleaned my penis of any of the sugary treat quickly before sucking deeply. She would release every few seconds to re-apply, alternating between sucking, licking and spraying whipped cream. She was really taking pride in her work while Ali sat up behind her (sitting sideways to get close enough with her belly) and kneaded her massive tits through the shirt-bra and pulled at her pointing nipples. After a few moments of tending to her needy tits, Nikki’s shirt began to darken and sag as milk flowed from her. All the while, Nikki was focused on my pleasure, my orgasm, my penis. She’d rest the canister on her belly while she sucked deeply from the head and stroked the shaft with both hands in short, rapid bursts and then squirt more cream on me, either covering the head or running a line down the shaft for lubrication. The only reason I hadn’t cum yet was the cool temperature of the cream kept backing me off.


Nikki released me from a particularly hard suck with a loud pop and rubbed my dick all over her face, trails of precum oozing out onto her cheeks and lips. I’m amazed I was about to cum for the third time in a day and still had enough hydration for precum, especially given the loads I had been dispensing.


“Cum on my face, cum all over me, I want to be covered in it. Please shoot your cum in my mouth and into my big, knocked up baby belly. Don’t you want to cum? Then shoot baby!” I had no choice, my cock had taken over my entire body and I was about to shoot my load all over Nikki while she pleaded for me to cum and stroked the cum from my balls with both hands. I shook and finally came, Nikki gasping as it hit her across her face. She lurched forward, in spite of her girth, and took me in her mouth, load after load spurting down her wet throat and into her bloated stomach. Her cheeks bulged at first but she relaxed and drank my cum with a smile. After I had finished, I slumped back and Nikki scooped the left over cum off her face and mouth and sucked it down.


“Thank you so much, I really needed that. I can masturbate all day long, and trust me I can, but after a while you just miss making someone else feel so good. God, I can still feel your cum in my stomach. Good thing I did this, I needed something for my breath,” Nikki purred. She layed back into Ali’s arms and rested her eyes again. Ali kissed the top of her head and after a minute I helped them both stand up and waddle out. Nikki’s body was even better than I had seen, her drenched shirt hanging heavily on her rotund middle. She had no stretchmarks on her teen body, her quintuplet filled belly settled into her wide, supple hips. Standing up, you really couldn’t tell if she was wearing those shorts at all, everything was on display. She managed to pull down her shirt a little to cover some of her swelling, but her meal had grown her rounder and the sticky, stretched skin had combined to make it tougher to redress. They talked for a minute while I composed myself and tried to figure out my next plan of attack. Thinking clearly was becoming difficult. I’m going to make a decision here and now; since something on this island is clearly corrupting me towards some unknown purpose, I will let myself go. That way I will find out what that purpose is, and I assume once I know that I will know the answers to the questions I can’t seem to answer in the traditional ways. It’s good for me that the way I will go is with a harem of pregnant horny girls all trying to live up to the name of their home, “Eden”.

Seventh Report

I’ve been neglectful. It’s been about 4 months since I last updated this journal. I wish I had remembered to log my process, but my life has been too busy and fulfilling to tear myself away long enough to write. What began as a simple fact finding mission to understand the methods of the prolific natives has turned into the greatest time of my life. After a few hours at the local research office, I lay about throughout the day, still under the guise of “fact-finding”. Most of the other scientists have returned to our homeland, but I cannot tear myself away from what I have, namely Ali and our life of pregnant debauchery.


I’ve moved out of my old hotel and into Ali’s home, our little slice of heaven. Ali and I walk around naked and blissful, making love throughout the day and only putting on clothes when we go out into the world (and sometimes when Ali gets a little playful and naughty). She wakes up everyday and after a few hours of work helping new breeding recruits, she spends her days eating and swelling and teasing and pleasuring. Ali wakes up every morning delighted by the little inches and pounds on her curvy form. I’d never seen a girl take so much happiness from gaining weight, she really enjoyed her life’s purpose of being impressively huge. Now over 8 months pregnant, Ali was really starting to get enormous and slow down. She lays about throughout the day, on the couch or bed, as I tend to her needs. By night, Ali would waddle me into our bedroom and wear me out in the best way possible.


I just got back late from the office (more on that later) to find Ali in one of my favorite weekly routines. Ali was with our neighbors Lindsay and Emily, having just finished up some prenatal yoga and pilates, cooling down from the light sweat they had built up. They were dressed in similar spandex shorts and a sports bra, hair pack in a ponytail and round bellies bulging out. Ali saw me come in and ran to the door to greet me.


“Hey gir-mppph,” unable to finish before Ali had pulled me down for a nice, deep kiss. I grabbed around her belly, kissing her back. She pulled away grinning. By now Ali was so swollen she had to stand sideways to kiss me. Her enormous belly, now a bit over eight and a half months with quadruplets was a perfect round sphere in her abdomen, was free of stretchmarks and imperfections. She rubbed her firm uterus against my crotch in the way she had perfected, rubbing along me to let me know what she expected once her friends gave us some private time.


“Hey sexy. We’re gonna cool down, you want to watch?”


“As long as you girls don’t mind. Lindsay? Emily?” I questioned the two pregnant beauties behind Ali. Lindsay and Emily were girlfriends, living together while they swelled up and slowed down. In a bonding experience, they had requested to be impregnated with the same number of embryos on the same day, and were now seven months pregnant with six children. Their bellies were identical, huge and round and even bigger than Ali’s jaw-dropping belly.


Lindsay was one of the bustiest women in Eden, her boobs were full and heavy sitting on her sextuplet belly. Her nipples were poking through her pale yellow sports bra, each the size of my palm and a small bit of milk forming at the ends of each from the exertion of the workout. I couldn’t speak to her bra size but it was well past anything considered normal back home, with my best guess putting it around a J-cup! She was the shortest girl there and her boobs and belly filled her abdomen completely. Her round ass was jiggling wonderfully in black spandex shorts. Full pink lips and bright blue eyes contrasted with a carefully tanned skin tone.


Emily was one of the smartest girls on the island, recognizable from her thick black glasses and dirty-blonde ponytail. She wasn’t as buxom or curvy as her girlfriend, but she was just as pregnant. Her (and Lindsay’s) belly stuck out nearly three feet, swollen as out and round as nearly any girls on the island. Her chest was heaving with exertion, her white bra and shorts soaked through with sweat and completely see-through. I knew Emily well, as she was one of my coworkers and one of Eden’s premier scientists, her full smile and sultry eyes belying her intelligence.


“You know we don’t mind, cutie,” Emily giggled, reaching for her bag. She had to heave and squat low to dig around, her huge belly bulging even further from her as she sank lower and lower. She pulled out a near-industrial sized bottle of cocoa butter, a necessity in Eden.


Ali turned from me and waddled herself back to the middle of the room, her round, plump ass swaying back and forth, and she lay back in the girls’s usual “cool down” ritual. Lindsay and Emily knelt down on either side of Ali, both taking big handfuls of the moisturizer and rubbing them into Ali’s stretched womb. Ali purred like a kitten, stretching her body out in comfort as much as her pregnant form would allow. It was quite a sight, two busty, enormously pregnant lesbians rubbing massive handfuls of cocoa butter into my girlfriend.


Lindsay finished rubbing a bit of lotion on Ali and then crawled her enormous belly and massive breasts over to Ali’s head. Emily was rubbing her soft hands all over Ali’s gravid belly while Lindsay shimmied Ali’s bra off before removing her own milk-stained top. The girls had been nursing each other since their milk came in, the nutrients and fats helping each other get nice and round like they wanted. Lindsay grabbed one of Ali’s firm F-cup tits and lifted it to her panting lips while Ali positioned herself under Lindsay’s massive nipples, already dripping milk slowly. Ali and Lindsay sucked down mouthfuls of warm milk from each others breasts, shuddering and moaning softly at the sensations. Ali was switching back and forth between Lindsay’s long, dark nipples, gasping for air between gulps of life giving milk.


Emily was cooing as she finished rubbing in Ali’s belly. Emily rose to her feet and waddled her pregnant body over behind Lindsay, stroking her hair while Lindsay was sucking on Ali’s tits. Ali stopped Lindsay, having been milked thoroughly by Lindsay’s greedy sucking mouth. She flipped Lindsay onto her back and continued draining Lindsay’s full boobs. Emily laboriously knelt down and finally lowered Lindsay’s shorts down her full, tanned thighs. Lindsay thrust her exposed, hairy pussy up and down, begging for attention while she was panting from Ali’s sensative nursing. Emily smirked as she ran her hands up and down Lindsay’s thighs. She trailed her tongue down from her ankle to her crotch, just missing her pussy before licking, kissing and sucking her way up her belly. Lindsay and Emily were pushing their swollen bodies into each other, Lindsay shuddering from Ali’s sucking. Emily finally took mercy on her horny girlfriend and started fingering Lindsay’s bright red, sopping wet pussy. Lindsay was bucking so hard Ali backed off her tits and started rubbing on Lindsay’s belly. Lindsay came hard before slumping down onto the ground. Ali and Emily finished cooling down (in a sadly more conventional way) before they helped Lindsay rise to her feet. Her lips were wrapped in a lazy smile and her chest and belly were flushed with exertion, tits swollen from being drained and stimulated. Emily gathered her things (and Lindsays clothes) before they left, leaving Ali and I to ourselves.


Ali immediately grabbed me by the hand and waddled me quickly into our bedroom. Within minutes Ali was bouncing on my dick, screaming at the top of her lungs in orgasmic bliss. We were done and Ali drifted off to a nice nap, worn out after her workout and our fun.


With Ali asleep I’ve decided to write considering my day at the office. I have finished enough research and gathered enough data to be certain that there was indeed something unnatural about Eden. I’ve determined that there is a significant drug being pumped in through the food and water. It’s even in the streams and ocean front! It is a synthesized fertility pheromone, one that has placated the affected. This single chemical, at twenty-two ppm, was linked to the women’s longer and bigger pregnancies, as well as their general horniness and forgetful, giggly moods.In men, it also grew the sexual organs and increased testosterone production, leading to slimmer, leaner men with more desire. I have the what, but my scientific curiosity is prodding me to the why and how.


I hear Ali flushing the toilet and waddling back to the bed (the first trip of say, three or four throughout the night). Every time she gets up she always feels like fooling around a little bit, and there is no way I’m missing that. I intend to update more often now that Ali is resting and sleeping so much of her days away, growing herself big and round. I’ll have some more time on my hands, and hopefully I can find a bit more of what is really driving Eden.

EIGHTH REPORT


I’ve made great strides in just a month, given how secretive I’ve kept everything. I don’t really know much about the chemical I’ve found in the water, so I don’t want to go telling the residents. It may alarm and stress the pregnant women or it may anger the people behind it. Any way it goes, I think it is best I keep this one as low key as possible. I’ve managed to isolate and even reproduce the agent. The chemical increases sex hormone production, inhibits higher logic processes and even increases weight gain. It is clearly the driving force behind much of the islands “lifestyle”. My next step is unknown. Do I report everything to my superiors back home? Will they bring me back if I do? Do I find who is behind this? What does this mean for Eden? Why is any of this happening? That same lifestyle I’m studying is what is keeping me from making as much progress on my findings as possible.


Just this morning, I woke up to Ali rubbing against me, bare naked and nine months along with quadruplets. Ali was on full bed rest now, left to spend her days making sure her babies were as healthy as possible. She never even bothered getting dressed anymore, leaving her enormous belly bare throughout the day. I woke up with my usual “excitement”, and Ali didn’t take long to grind her bare, full ass back onto my swollen member and soon we were making love for most of the morning. I would no sooner cum in Ali’s needy belly than she was pawing at me again, trying to get me hard for another session. Ali is truly insatiable these, making love whenever I can recover myself from the last time. Ali swears that more sex means a bigger, rounder belly, and she is constantly horny. I’m only one man, so the times I spend at work or recovering, Ali spends at the cafeterias, resting and gorging, focused on getting as big a pregnant belly as possible. She takes it as a personal challenge to birth some of the biggest babies of any of the girls. She’s already talking about how many she hopes to carry during her next pregnancy, eager to outdo her current load.


She’s off at a caefetria with some friends now, while I’m at work still using Graveet laboratories for my study of their people. I’m close to understanding exactly what makes these people so fertile. I had just pulled up the results when Emily, a labmate of mine, peeked at what I was doing. My findings were laid out in front of me, clear as day. I had matched the compound in the water with a fairly advanced hormone booster, one they usually reserved for hormonally stunted livestock. This in a human subject would bring about massive hormone spikes, and with it massive increases in sexual organ size, fertility rates, and libido. Sound familiar? I had my answer. Gravitta was drugging its population, to great effect. There were traces in the water, the food, even some of the medications!


I was so focused on my discovery I was startled by a slender hand on my shoulder. I jerked up to see Emily standing behind me. I must have really been out of it, since Emily can’t move very sneakily behind her gigantic belly these days! She, like her pregnant girlfriend Lindsay, was a full eight months pregnant with sextuplets. She had been waddling around the office, having staff do much of her work for her since she had finally grown too big a belly to work. Her little labcoat seemed to shrink and shrink on her as her big, familiar belly was swelling bigger and bigger than it ever had. She had to start being careful with her womb, because she had started to knock items off desks with her swelling. Emily was standing behind me, bent over reading the screen with her belly pressing into my back and her large, heavy breasts resting on my neck and shoulder.


“Well aren’t you a curious guy! This is certainly interesting. What do you make of it?,” she asked, her voice soft as her skin.


“This is clear; Gravitta is keeping women so pregnant with laced hormones. You! Your this pregnant because of this.”


“I’m this pregnant because Lindsay and I chose to get this pregnant. No one has ever forced me to get pregnant, no one has forced anyone here to do anything.”


“Then why wasn’t my team and I briefed on this before we came here? I feel betrayed! I’ve been looking for this answer for months and now you tell me you’ve known it?,” I spun around in my chair, Emily turning so her belly was only a foot from my face, so full and round.


“Only a select few of the scientists know precisely what is going on, everyone else is kind of on a need-to-know basis. And we’re happy! Don’t I look happy?,” Emily asked, putting her hands on her hips and inching closer to me. Her black dress was tight over her belly, so tight I could just barely see a bump over her stretched think belly button and tight around her hips, her full belly pulling up the hem until Emily was showing off far too much leg to look professional. Emily was staring back at me, her make up perfect and her lips full and heavy in a small smile.


“‘Cause I am,” Emily continued while I hesitated, “I’m really happy being big and pregnant. Being with my gorgeous girlfriend and rolling around and loving and growing and swelling. Starting with two sexy young women and knocking us both up, watching her tits grow, feeling my tits grow. Feeling my taut tummy start to soften and swell and grow until I’m just huge. Aren’t I just huge? Aren’t I just so pregnant right now?” She was pushing me back into my chair, bent over so her full, enormous belly was dragging across my legs as she spoke softer and softer. She finally crushed her wide, heavy belly into me and leaned into my ear.


“I know you’re happy right now, looking at me so big and pregnant, knowing I’m just going to get bigger and bigger. I can tell how happy you are right now.” Emily was really getting to me, dragging her belly back and forth along my hardening dick as I gritted my teeth and tensed my body into her, wanting to feel more of that soft flesh. My hardning penis was working its way down my leg, sliding past Emily’s belly. I could feel her stretched belly button poking itself into my leg. Emily’s dress was sticking to my jeans and her breasts began sliding slowly over her deep neckline until her dark nipples were poking over. I was drunk on desire and lunged forward to latch onto her breast, sucking deeply on Emily’s big tit.


“Ohhh yesss, there you go, baby,” Emily cooed, cupping my head into her chest. “Doesn’t that feel better?” Her milk was spilling into my mouth and Emily was moving sideways to sit in my lap, never losing contact from my sucking lips. She was beginning to buck and squirm, pushing more and more of her tits into my mouth until I feared I would drown in her bosom, but I kept going, rationalizing that it was a worthy way to go. As I sucked and sucked I grabbed at as much of her gravid body as I could hold, running my hands from her ass to her hips across her giant belly to her breasts before going back down. When I reached her ass again, I trailed my hand under her hemline, hiking it up to show even more leg than she already was. She adjusted to let me pull it up even further until she was sitting bare across my lap, having foregone underwear like any woman on the island (except for the occasional strategically sexy pair used to heat up sex). I tucked my hand underneath her and started massaging her delicate pussy lips, feeling how wet she already was and how hard her little clit was. Emily was on fire, grinding down on my hand with electricity in her eyes.


“Oh, you naughty boy, I know what you want! You want to fuck this pregnant pussy, don’t you? Does Ali know what her naughty little man is doing? Does she know he’s inside his preggo coworker? Oooohh baby, you feel so good. I bet you wish Lindsay was here too, huh? Big, knocked up Lindsay with her enormous tits and belly, and we could be all over each other while you watch?” I was frothing now, my cock as hard as iron and straining to break out of my slacks under Emily’s big, round ass, my hand running inside her over and over while she gasped and cooed. Emily’s big belly was rising and falling fast with her breath, filling her entire lap and then some, sticking out so far she had no hope of reaching the end. Just watching that gravid globe was enough that I could cum. “God baby, you are talented with a tit, you know that? I’m about to cum, ugh, please don’t stop, big preggy Emily needs to cum.”

I latched on to her nipe with full force and kept massaging her pussy and clit until she could take no more and gave herself over to her orgasm, shuddering and bucking and grinding into me. Her swollen belly was tightening with a contraction and Emily was yelling out in pleasure, riding her orgasm for a few moments until she cooled.


“What a good boy, making big, ol’ me cum. I can feel that big, long dick under me, baby. Oooh, I feel like I’m sitting on a log,” Emily was now grinding her ass back and forth along my dick, tensing her butt to tease my erection. “You wanna fuck me, pump my belly full of cum? I bet you do, you sexy thing.”


Emily smiled softly as she leant forward, spread her legs and reached down to unzip my pants. I helped slide them down and jacked on my cock a few times until I aimed myself into Emily’s swollen pink pussy. She sat down slow, feeling every inch. Since coming to this island, my member has grown to close to a foot and as thick around as my wrist and Emily was feeling all of it.


“I swear you’re part horse, I can feel you in my throat. I bet Lindsay is jealous right now, with me here full of dick and loving it. Oh my, how hard does this thing get?” She was sliding up and down faster and faster on me, letting her tight cunt open further and further to take more of me on each thrust with her vast belly bulging out beyond her, alive with life and sweat beginning to soak through her silky dress. Emily was a lesbian, but as a semi-professional pregnant woman she knew her ways around a man and it showed. “Cum for me, stud. I can’t wait to have Lindsay eat all your yummy cum out of my big belly. I jsut need this much dick when I’m this pregnant, I’m so full of life and so full of dick and I love it, oh god please cum for mommy!”

She sat down hard on my dick and I came and came into her, so much it started leaking out of her and pooling underneath the chair we had nearly broken. I could barely see I was in so much pleasure and we stayed locked together for a few minutes while I finished emptying myself into her needy body. Emily finally steadied herself and rose, my softening dick falling out of her with a soft pop. She readjusted herself and made her way to the shower facilities we had installed in the lab and I’m left here writing this. I konw exactly what is going on. I’ve accomplished everything I wanted to accomplish here on Gravitta. And it’s liberating, because now I know nothing logical is keeping me here. And yet I will stay. I’m happy here on this island, surrounded by ever-gravid fertility goddesses in a tropical bliss. Why would I possibly leave!?

NINTH REPORT


Well it took him long enough, but finally my sweet fella has settled into the Gravitta lifestyle. This is Ali and I’m taking my turn to change this from his scientific journal into a bit more of a personal one (as if he wasn’t just using this to brag about his sex life anyway!). I’ve had my eye on him since he showed up all those months ago. He was easy to seduce but he just wouldn’t stop digging until he found out how our island was keeping the women so pregnant and the men so hung and horny. Now that he knows, he’s finally calmed down a lot, and is pretty content spending his days with me, growing closer, making love and enjoying the tropical island we live in. He’s been really helpful, tending to my every need. Why. I’m so pregnant I can’t even get dressed on my own anymore!


It’s been a month since he updated this and in that time we’ve really taken advantage of my swelling waistline, having sex often throughout the day and all night long. Thank god the hormones here facilitate faster recovery for the guys, otherwise my hunk wouldn’t stand a chance against my ravenous sex drive! By now with my near ten month belly about to pop with quadruplets, I’m so full it feels like someone is rubbing on my fat clit any time I move or sway. And boy do I sway, as I waddle around my enormous womb working with the newest recruits as they acclimate to their new calling in life and helping some of the biggest and least mobile girls on the island with their day to day tasks during the workday while their men are away. At least I did until I turned into one of those girls!


I’m pretty huge right now myself, and I gotta admit, I love it. I love that I can’t reach around my belly to rub my big popped out belly button. It sticks out nearly two inches and it’s so sensitive I shiver whenever my hubby wraps his lips around it and sucks deeply. More than once I’ve been left shaking with a deep hickey around my belly button, one that shows through light colored clothing. It’s a bit embarrassing, but well worth it! My belly is wider than my full, child-bearing hips and takes up my entire torso, measuring 86 inches around. Even with my experience carrying a full car’s worth of people inside me, I’m nearly uselessly huge by now. I’m happy I’ve found a guy like the one I have, since he never lets me forget for a moment how sexy and desirable I am when I’m this knocked up.


I had the day by myself and was tidying up in an admittedly rare, matching pink set of underwear when the door rang with some fun faces.


“Nikki! Brittany! Hey you guys, what are you up to?” I asked, moving awkwardly around the door so the door wouldn’t hit me in the womb. My lovely friends were there, obviously coming from a nice day at the beach with Nikki wearing a cute white two piece swimsuit. You can never really tell where Brittany was by an outfit since she really never dresses, she really loves the feeling of being naked and of course how much attention her swollen, curvy body gets from all the guys (and most of the girls)! Brittany pushed her way past me, eager to get to the bathroom to pee. I noticed her new shoulder tat as she passed me by. It was a sexy lady cradling a big pregnant belly, but the belly was a picture of the globe. Britt was going for a real “Earth Mother” thing, and it suited her.


“Well, we were around and thought it’d be nice to check up on you since you’re so close to dropping. You look amazing, sweetheart, really, really glowing,” Nikki flattered me as she leant in for a quick kiss on the lips.


“You’re so sweet, come in, I’m alone. I was just trying to keep myself busy. I swear if I’m not battling the heat and humidity, I’m just trying to keep myself comfortable. These four are big!”


Nikki was really settled into island life, a real change from the nervous eighteen year old girl who I had mentored through her first pregnancy, the heavy quints she had borne two months ago. She held up like a trooper right up until the end, and even found a casual boy toy in her last two months, one of the island’s chefs. If anyone could keep a girl here satisfied, it was probably him! We moved ourselves into the kitchen where Nikki began fixing a few cups of tea while I rested my bloated body down into a comfortable chair by the table. I had a chance to admire her round butt in her sexy little bikini, each plump cheek giggling softly as she moved. Nikki's body had bounced back quickly from her birth of the heavy quints.


“You know, I just got my test results back yesterday. I’m officially pregnant again! I knew I was, I got a little bit of a swelling in my abdomen, but it’s still nice to know for sure. I’m one month with triplets. My “iron chef” was pretty happy too, especially when Brittany dropped by to help us celebrate most of last night.” I heard Brittany rustling herself with a laugh in the bathroom after hearing her name.


“He sure was iron!” She joked from the other room, opening the door and waddling herself in. Brittany was currently in the middle of her biggest load yet on the island, four months along with octuplets! In this pregnancy alone she was carrying as many as she had in the last three years. They refrain from higher order multiples until you are a proven breeder and Brittany was sure that, notorious for carrying some of the heaviest and healthiest babies of anybody. I’m really jealous of her. She was already big, at only four months she looked at term with twins. I can’t even imagine what she’s gonna look like at term. Knowing Britt though, she’s really gonna take these next six months as a challenge and when she’s not having sex with any guy walking by with a six pack and a nice cock (or girl with a round belly and perky tits), she’s going to be preparing for this as much as possible. Brittany waddled herself in and sat next to me as Nikki put a cup of tea in front of us and sat in the last seat. Brittany sat sideways to reach and started pouring sugar in to satisfy her sweet tooth. I didn’t really have that option so instead I tucked a napkin under my boobs and used my massive belly as a shelf for my own cup. We started sipping and talking, our conversation turning lazily from life to weather (mostly the tropical heat we had to find ways around) to work to men.


“I really owe you, Ali,” Nikki confided. “You were so right about finding a boyfriend for those long nights. By the time I was too big to even waddle, I really, really needed him. In more ways than one,” Nikki grinned, her big cheekbones high in her face and her bright green eyes shining. “I was so big by the end, I really blew up in those last few months. I mean, I expected it with as much as I was eating, but to gain 55 pounds in your tenth month?! Who does that?”


“Don’t, baby, you looked so sexy at the end all round. Didn’t you just love being preggo? I fuckin’ love this, spending all day swelling up and gettin’ it in. I know you had fun last night!” Brittany added, rubbing around her belly before reaching a leg up to tease Nikki’s thigh.


“You know I did,” Nikki grinned. “I had a great time last night and when I was carrying those quints. I don’t think I know anyone who loves being pregnant as much as you though, Brittany. Are you really just this horny?”


“Oh trust me, she is, sweetheart,” I interrupted. Brittany was busy anyway refilling her cup. “I’ve known Brittany since our early days here on Gravitta and I can’t really remember her wearing clothes or not taking every chance for sex that she gets.”


“What, like you guys don’t love getting fucked nice and hard? Letting some hunk with a long, thick cock drill you while you cum over and over? So I’m big and pregnant and hormonal all the time, I’m horny! If I wasn’t in the program, honestly I’d probably have a ton of kids anyway. I’m a sexual person.” Brittany was really getting into her description of herself, rubbing up and down her belly until she was grabbing onto her long, crinkly nipples and scissoring her legs together. I can guarantee her wet pussy was screaming to get fucked. I know she was sure looking at Nikki and I with a lot of desire in her eyes. “I’m not gonna wear clothes if I don’t have to, I like people looking at my big, fat boobs and seeing half the guys crane to see my ass sway when I waddle past. I look good with a big ol’ belly attached to the front of me. I know it’s going to get plenty big with eight in here. Can you even imagine how wet my pussy is going to be in a few months? I’ve never been this big this quick! God, I’m drenched already, I wake up every morning with my hand in my pussy. I keep dreaming of what I'll look like in a few months with a belly too enormous for me to even stand up and my titties spraying out milk like I'm a little cow. Some sexy preggos feeding my hungry belly and eating my needy pussy while all I have to do is keep eating and resting and getting as pregnant as possible. I better see you girls there, front and center. Six months? By then you should both be nice and big, and dressed in, say, the sexiest lingerie we can find? I know having you two in sexy outfits will help me pass my time!"


God, Brittany sure has an imagination when it comes to sex. We were all so caught up in the moment, we just spent a minute rubbing on our bellies and sipping our drinks.


"I swear, my boyfriend is getting such a workout when he comes in the door. It's a good thing he likes my ass since doggy style is just about all we can do. He's really enjoyed my doctor's advice that he cums inside me, even if sometimes we get a little caught up and he cums on my face or my belly. I just cant help but craving it, feeling him splatter me with his sperm. Last night we actually got a little naughtier than usual," I confided. Just the memory of last night was getting me wet again, and I started moving my hands around my belly in big, lazy circles before circling them down to my hips and thighs before coming back up again. My pink bra and skimpy thong just felt so constricting and uncomfortable while I remembered so vividly how I had been ravaged the night before. "I was waiting around for so long for him to come home I decided to turn myself into a big-bellied Barbie and play a little dress up. He was really excited when he came in to find a naughty, knocked up school girl. I had one of his button-up shirts tied in a knot around my boobs with my nipples almost poking through and my short little plaid skirt really high up on my hips. I had some sexy little glasses and heels. The hardest part was getting a delicate pair of stockings up my legs around my globes. I took the time to really slut up my make-up. I even used some bright red lipstick to scribble an "A+" on the side of my baby factory. As soon as he came home, he wanted all over me like a wild animal but I made him wait a little to get teased."


"I sat him down on his big, comfy chair and sat in his lap. The chair was really groaning but he didn't complain. I told him in a sweet little voice that I had been too busy having sex and getting knocked up to study and I needed a BIG favor from my favorite professor. I could feel his big dick sliding down in between my ass nice and slow while I told him I had seen him staring at me all year long while my poor little tummy swelled and swelled and my little uniform covered less and less of me until it made me look like a dirty slut that was just begging to get fucked. I started whispering in his ear, asking him if there was anyyyything I could do to get my grade "up". I swear he was drooling like a caveman by this point and his big cock was starting to throb. I was getting afraid he was going to blow in his pants but I kept squirming and teasing in his lap.


Finally I took his hands and starting having him unbutton my top and pull my boobs out while I was kissing up and down his neck. We couldn't wait another moment and I honestly think I went too far with the teasing! I've never been fucked like that, he bent me over the couch and just didn't stop. I couldn't stop orgasming, I felt like I was on fire. I'm only wearing a bra since my boobs are sore from slapping off my big, hard belly and panties to catch some of that torrential load that's still dripping out of me," I finished my story with a wide grin, and looked up to see Nikki fanning herself softly and Brittany rubbing softly on her clit.


"Mmmm, Ali you dirty girl, I just love the way you talk," Nikki said. She readjusted her bright white bikini top top to push her large bust together, giving herself a long line of cleavage that was even more eye-popping without the globe of a womb that Brittany or I had. "What do you think about taking our measurements while we're here?"


How could I resist? We moved into the living room and grabbed the measuring tape. We started with Nikki's recently impregnated body, checking her at a curvy and delicious 36H-31-36. No wonder her chef was so randy for her! I bet he'll find plenty of ways to keep her belly full . Brittany grabbed a camera and Nikki posed for her, turning and voguing and vamping for the attention in her little bikini, shaking her milky fits and hiking her bottom into a mini thong cut way up buttcrack. Brittany was up next, measuring "big" for four months at 38DD-55-42. She is really set for a big explosion in that waistline. Knowing her, Brittany was going to be in heat the whole time. I can see her tenth month now with a long line of guys coming by to service her when she needs it most, bending over the side of her bed with her belly button dragging on the ground and her boy toys burying their horse cocks deep inside her sopping wet cunt. I cannot wait. I'm certain Britt's going to set new records for belly size. Finally she and Nik teamed up to measure me. 40F-86-38, and I was surprised it wasn't even larger! I posed for my pics, but since I couldn't really pose per se, I mainly showed off little things I had grown too big for, like reaching my hands around my belly or having any chance seeing anything below my boobs and baby factory.


After our personal photo shoot, Brittany and Nikki left for a quick trip to the gym followed by a binge session at the cafeteria. I was left with a wet pussy and a few hours until I could get my sexy, hung guy all to myself. After I'm done writing here, I think I will break open my closet and try to find another fun outfit for the night. I know I've got some that can fit me. With adjustable enough waists, I know I have a cheerleader, a French maid, an angel and a police officer. Boy, I may need to do a little fashion show! Tonight will be fun. Maybe I'll write about it sometime, or maybe he will when I'm done with him long enough to let him think again!

NINTH REPORT


Well it took him long enough, but finally my sweet fella has settled into the Gravitta lifestyle. This is Ali and I’m taking my turn to change this from his scientific journal into a bit more of a personal one (as if he wasn’t just using this to brag about his sex life anyway!). I’ve had my eye on him since he showed up all those months ago. He was easy to seduce but he just wouldn’t stop digging until he found out how our island was keeping the women so pregnant and the men so hung and horny. Now that he knows, he’s finally calmed down a lot, and is pretty content spending his days with me, growing closer, making love and enjoying the tropical island we live in. He’s been really helpful, tending to my every need. Why. I’m so pregnant I can’t even get dressed on my own anymore!


It’s been a month since he updated this and in that time we’ve really taken advantage of my swelling waistline, having sex often throughout the day and all night long. Thank god the hormones here facilitate faster recovery for the guys, otherwise my hunk wouldn’t stand a chance against my ravenous sex drive! By now with my near ten month belly about to pop with quadruplets, I’m so full it feels like someone is rubbing on my fat clit any time I move or sway. And boy do I sway, as I waddle around my enormous womb working with the newest recruits as they acclimate to their new calling in life and helping some of the biggest and least mobile girls on the island with their day to day tasks during the workday while their men are away. At least I did until I turned into one of those girls!


I’m pretty huge right now myself, and I gotta admit, I love it. I love that I can’t reach around my belly to rub my big popped out belly button. It sticks out nearly two inches and it’s so sensitive I shiver whenever my hubby wraps his lips around it and sucks deeply. More than once I’ve been left shaking with a deep hickey around my belly button, one that shows through light colored clothing. It’s a bit embarrassing, but well worth it! My belly is wider than my full, child-bearing hips and takes up my entire torso, measuring 86 inches around. Even with my experience carrying a full car’s worth of people inside me, I’m nearly uselessly huge by now. I’m happy I’ve found a guy like the one I have, since he never lets me forget for a moment how sexy and desirable I am when I’m this knocked up.


I had the day by myself and was tidying up in an admittedly rare, matching pink set of underwear when the door rang with some fun faces.


“Nikki! Brittany! Hey you guys, what are you up to?” I asked, moving awkwardly around the door so the door wouldn’t hit me in the womb. My lovely friends were there, obviously coming from a nice day at the beach with Nikki wearing a cute white two piece swimsuit. You can never really tell where Brittany was by an outfit since she really never dresses, she really loves the feeling of being naked and of course how much attention her swollen, curvy body gets from all the guys (and most of the girls)! Brittany pushed her way past me, eager to get to the bathroom to pee. I noticed her new shoulder tat as she passed me by. It was a sexy lady cradling a big pregnant belly, but the belly was a picture of the globe. Britt was going for a real “Earth Mother” thing, and it suited her.


“Well, we were around and thought it’d be nice to check up on you since you’re so close to dropping. You look amazing, sweetheart, really, really glowing,” Nikki flattered me as she leant in for a quick kiss on the lips.


“You’re so sweet, come in, I’m alone. I was just trying to keep myself busy. I swear if I’m not battling the heat and humidity, I’m just trying to keep myself comfortable. These four are big!”


Nikki was really settled into island life, a real change from the nervous eighteen year old girl who I had mentored through her first pregnancy, the heavy quints she had borne two months ago. She held up like a trooper right up until the end, and even found a casual boy toy in her last two months, one of the island’s chefs. If anyone could keep a girl here satisfied, it was probably him! We moved ourselves into the kitchen where Nikki began fixing a few cups of tea while I rested my bloated body down into a comfortable chair by the table. I had a chance to admire her round butt in her sexy little bikini, each plump cheek giggling softly as she moved. Nikki's body had bounced back quickly from her birth of the heavy quints.


“You know, I just got my test results back yesterday. I’m officially pregnant again! I knew I was, I got a little bit of a swelling in my abdomen, but it’s still nice to know for sure. I’m one month with triplets. My “iron chef” was pretty happy too, especially when Brittany dropped by to help us celebrate most of last night.” I heard Brittany rustling herself with a laugh in the bathroom after hearing her name.


“He sure was iron!” She joked from the other room, opening the door and waddling herself in. Brittany was currently in the middle of her biggest load yet on the island, four months along with octuplets! In this pregnancy alone she was carrying as many as she had in the last three years. They refrain from higher order multiples until you are a proven breeder and Brittany was sure that, notorious for carrying some of the heaviest and healthiest babies of anybody. I’m really jealous of her. She was already big, at only four months she looked at term with twins. I can’t even imagine what she’s gonna look like at term. Knowing Britt though, she’s really gonna take these next six months as a challenge and when she’s not having sex with any guy walking by with a six pack and a nice cock (or girl with a round belly and perky tits), she’s going to be preparing for this as much as possible. Brittany waddled herself in and sat next to me as Nikki put a cup of tea in front of us and sat in the last seat. Brittany sat sideways to reach and started pouring sugar in to satisfy her sweet tooth. I didn’t really have that option so instead I tucked a napkin under my boobs and used my massive belly as a shelf for my own cup. We started sipping and talking, our conversation turning lazily from life to weather (mostly the tropical heat we had to find ways around) to work to men.


“I really owe you, Ali,” Nikki confided. “You were so right about finding a boyfriend for those long nights. By the time I was too big to even waddle, I really, really needed him. In more ways than one,” Nikki grinned, her big cheekbones high in her face and her bright green eyes shining. “I was so big by the end, I really blew up in those last few months. I mean, I expected it with as much as I was eating, but to gain 55 pounds in your tenth month?! Who does that?”


“Don’t, baby, you looked so sexy at the end all round. Didn’t you just love being preggo? I fuckin’ love this, spending all day swelling up and gettin’ it in. I know you had fun last night!” Brittany added, rubbing around her belly before reaching a leg up to tease Nikki’s thigh.


“You know I did,” Nikki grinned. “I had a great time last night and when I was carrying those quints. I don’t think I know anyone who loves being pregnant as much as you though, Brittany. Are you really just this horny?”


“Oh trust me, she is, sweetheart,” I interrupted. Brittany was busy anyway refilling her cup. “I’ve known Brittany since our early days here on Gravitta and I can’t really remember her wearing clothes or not taking every chance for sex that she gets.”


“What, like you guys don’t love getting fucked nice and hard? Letting some hunk with a long, thick cock drill you while you cum over and over? So I’m big and pregnant and hormonal all the time, I’m horny! If I wasn’t in the program, honestly I’d probably have a ton of kids anyway. I’m a sexual person.” Brittany was really getting into her description of herself, rubbing up and down her belly until she was grabbing onto her long, crinkly nipples and scissoring her legs together. I can guarantee her wet pussy was screaming to get fucked. I know she was sure looking at Nikki and I with a lot of desire in her eyes. “I’m not gonna wear clothes if I don’t have to, I like people looking at my big, fat boobs and seeing half the guys crane to see my ass sway when I waddle past. I look good with a big ol’ belly attached to the front of me. I know it’s going to get plenty big with eight in here. Can you even imagine how wet my pussy is going to be in a few months? I’ve never been this big this quick! God, I’m drenched already, I wake up every morning with my hand in my pussy. I keep dreaming of what I'll look like in a few months with a belly too enormous for me to even stand up and my titties spraying out milk like I'm a little cow. Some sexy preggos feeding my hungry belly and eating my needy pussy while all I have to do is keep eating and resting and getting as pregnant as possible. I better see you girls there, front and center. Six months? By then you should both be nice and big, and dressed in, say, the sexiest lingerie we can find? I know having you two in sexy outfits will help me pass my time!"


God, Brittany sure has an imagination when it comes to sex. We were all so caught up in the moment, we just spent a minute rubbing on our bellies and sipping our drinks.


"I swear, my boyfriend is getting such a workout when he comes in the door. It's a good thing he likes my ass since doggy style is just about all we can do. He's really enjoyed my doctor's advice that he cums inside me, even if sometimes we get a little caught up and he cums on my face or my belly. I just cant help but craving it, feeling him splatter me with his sperm. Last night we actually got a little naughtier than usual," I confided. Just the memory of last night was getting me wet again, and I started moving my hands around my belly in big, lazy circles before circling them down to my hips and thighs before coming back up again. My pink bra and skimpy thong just felt so constricting and uncomfortable while I remembered so vividly how I had been ravaged the night before. "I was waiting around for so long for him to come home I decided to turn myself into a big-bellied Barbie and play a little dress up. He was really excited when he came in to find a naughty, knocked up school girl. I had one of his button-up shirts tied in a knot around my boobs with my nipples almost poking through and my short little plaid skirt really high up on my hips. I had some sexy little glasses and heels. The hardest part was getting a delicate pair of stockings up my legs around my globes. I took the time to really slut up my make-up. I even used some bright red lipstick to scribble an "A+" on the side of my baby factory. As soon as he came home, he wanted all over me like a wild animal but I made him wait a little to get teased."


"I sat him down on his big, comfy chair and sat in his lap. The chair was really groaning but he didn't complain. I told him in a sweet little voice that I had been too busy having sex and getting knocked up to study and I needed a BIG favor from my favorite professor. I could feel his big dick sliding down in between my ass nice and slow while I told him I had seen him staring at me all year long while my poor little tummy swelled and swelled and my little uniform covered less and less of me until it made me look like a dirty slut that was just begging to get fucked. I started whispering in his ear, asking him if there was anyyyything I could do to get my grade "up". I swear he was drooling like a caveman by this point and his big cock was starting to throb. I was getting afraid he was going to blow in his pants but I kept squirming and teasing in his lap.


Finally I took his hands and starting having him unbutton my top and pull my boobs out while I was kissing up and down his neck. We couldn't wait another moment and I honestly think I went too far with the teasing! I've never been fucked like that, he bent me over the couch and just didn't stop. I couldn't stop orgasming, I felt like I was on fire. I'm only wearing a bra since my boobs are sore from slapping off my big, hard belly and panties to catch some of that torrential load that's still dripping out of me," I finished my story with a wide grin, and looked up to see Nikki fanning herself softly and Brittany rubbing softly on her clit.


"Mmmm, Ali you dirty girl, I just love the way you talk," Nikki said. She readjusted her bright white bikini top top to push her large bust together, giving herself a long line of cleavage that was even more eye-popping without the globe of a womb that Brittany or I had. "What do you think about taking our measurements while we're here?"


How could I resist? We moved into the living room and grabbed the measuring tape. We started with Nikki's recently impregnated body, checking her at a curvy and delicious 36H-31-36. No wonder her chef was so randy for her! I bet he'll find plenty of ways to keep her belly full . Brittany grabbed a camera and Nikki posed for her, turning and voguing and vamping for the attention in her little bikini, shaking her milky fits and hiking her bottom into a mini thong cut way up buttcrack. Brittany was up next, measuring "big" for four months at 38DD-55-42. She is really set for a big explosion in that waistline. Knowing her, Brittany was going to be in heat the whole time. I can see her tenth month now with a long line of guys coming by to service her when she needs it most, bending over the side of her bed with her belly button dragging on the ground and her boy toys burying their horse cocks deep inside her sopping wet cunt. I cannot wait. I'm certain Britt's going to set new records for belly size. Finally she and Nik teamed up to measure me. 40F-86-38, and I was surprised it wasn't even larger! I posed for my pics, but since I couldn't really pose per se, I mainly showed off little things I had grown too big for, like reaching my hands around my belly or having any chance seeing anything below my boobs and baby factory.


After our personal photo shoot, Brittany and Nikki left for a quick trip to the gym followed by a binge session at the cafeteria. I was left with a wet pussy and a few hours until I could get my sexy, hung guy all to myself. After I'm done writing here, I think I will break open my closet and try to find another fun outfit for the night. I know I've got some that can fit me. With adjustable enough waists, I know I have a cheerleader, a French maid, an angel and a police officer. Boy, I may need to do a little fashion show! Tonight will be fun. Maybe I'll write about it sometime, or maybe he will when I'm done with him long enough to let him think again!