Loving this story, hope it continues!

Any word on when the next part will be out? I would love to see this story continue and see the mother get bigger and bigger.

And watching her struggle with the size and weight of her large growing twins

Also hope a birth scene

A new chapter. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3: Round and Ripe

Rachel felt like aliens had invaded her womb. In her third trimester of being pregnant with twins, she was as big as a house and only getting bigger. Other mothers-to-be might have at least been excited about the imminent arrival of their new babies, but Rachel hated every moment of it. Just knowing that her own son’s babies were growing in her womb disgusted her. And the fact that they seemed to be thriving while her body was being abused was an added insult.

Day in, day out, all she could see was her enormous pregnant belly, which extended a good foot and a half in front of her. Her back ached at the weight of it, her skin itched at being stretched so taut, and her feet were sore from carrying it around all day. She waddled wherever she went, her enormous baby belly dictating her every movement, and passers-by stared in wonder at the hugely pregnant woman. Her breasts, a normal B cup before, had now ballooned to size F and were beginning to leak at the slightest provocation. None of her clothes fit, of course. She was still fairly skinny everywhere except her massive belly, so wearing clothes was always a choice between having fabric hang loosely around her shoulders and arms or having her large, swollen belly constantly creep out from under her shirt. She hated this latter fact because her belly button had begun poking out several weeks earlier, making her transformed body even more alien compared to the trim waist she had been used to. She felt like her womb was simply exploding with baby.

The twins were moving constantly now as well. She could feel them squirming, swimming in her belly, kicking her organs, and fighting with each other. She felt like they were taunting her, testing her. It was like they couldn’t wait to break free. Seeing those little feet pushing outward against her protesting skin repulsed her; she knew it was one of the last lines of defense containing them. Only that and her doomed cervix were keeping them from escaping into the world and making her life a new kind of hell. As much as she hated being hugely pregnant, she feared the idea of having to care for the babies as well. How could she love them knowing how they had been conceived? So they remained in her belly, growing fatter and fatter and making her life a daily struggle. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help despising them and everything they represented.

Rachel had no doubt the twins would stay inside her as long as they could, making her life miserable and embarrassing her with the havoc they were wreaking on her body. She hated the comments she received on a daily basis from well-meaning strangers. Other moms might say things like, “Oh my gosh your belly is so big!” or “Wow, you look like you’re ready to pop!” For them it was all good fun, and they clearly loved motherhood and children, but for Rachel every statement was like a knife in the back. If they only knew her inner turmoil. She felt like a backwards hill-girl whose uncle had knocked her up. She felt totally out of control of the situation, at the mercy of her ever expanding womb.

Rachel was also losing her grip. She felt increasingly hazy and distracted, her grip on reality tenuous at the best of times. She had read that some women called it “pregnancy brain.” For Rachel, it was just another affront. Sometimes she felt like she was losing her mind, literally. She knew it was just the hormones, but she hated the idea that her body was pumping her full of chemicals to make her a happy breeding animal. She knew her own intelligence and worth, but what could she do against something that had been hard-wired into women since the dawn of time? She felt like she was losing the battle slowly and surely, which scared her. At times, Rachel found herself absent-mindedly enjoying her warm pregnancy glow, even rubbing her gravid and heavy belly. She would try to snap back to reality, but she was rudderless. It was a totally unprecedented situation.

When Rachel wasn't worrying about the incestuous fetuses she was carrying, she was worrying about Andy. Despite everything, she still loved him. He was her son and she had been through so much with him. But she couldn't deny that something was wrong with him. Ever since she had discovered his attraction to her, she noticed his gaze on her constantly. He looked at her with hungry eyes, a crazed gleam that he tried unsuccessfully to hide. She could feel him watching her as she waddled about the house, made dinner, or cleaned. It repulsed and disgusted her. How could he possibly think of her, in THAT way? It also infuriated her that he actually liked what was happening to her body. Her gravid, fertile belly, already so swollen with their growing boys, was misery for Rachel but a joy to Andy. She bet he would love it if she just kept growing till she was so pregnant that she couldn't move. At the rate she was going he might get his wish… But Rachel couldn't bring herself to discuss the issue with him. It was too much for her. It was easier to pretend she didn't know and to maintain the icy silence between them.





Andy, for his part, was struggling to keep it together. His mom was driving him insane. She was everything he had ever wanted in a woman, but he could never have her. Those long legs, that tight ass, those enormous milk filled tits, and that incredible swollen belly - it was agony. She was so ripe and full of life. His seed was transforming her into a fertility goddess, but just like any immortal, she was out of reach. Still, he couldn't help but lust after her. It nearly killed him at times, like when she might bend over to pick something off the floor, her heavy twins belly hanging down between her legs and her perfect ass. Or when she arched her back, trying to relieve the strain from her massive belly, then absent mindedly stroked the huge bump over and over, caressing its taut circumference. At times like this it was all he could do to keep from creaming his pants.

Andy was obsessed with the idea of his seed working these miracles, his children forcing his mom's belly ever outward as they grew larger. He loved that she had no choice, that she was at the mercy of their rapid development and the changes they made to her body. He knew that she hated it, but that only made her condition so much more delicious. And the fact that she was really growing quite large was icing on the cake. He couldn't have hoped for a better result if he had planned it all. Those babies had completely exploded her previously trim stomach and formed an incredible orb of flesh, tissue, and fluid that now dominated her body. For Andy, it was just about the perfect shape: a nice, even symmetrical belly, not too high, not too low, growing wonderfully forward so that her center of gravity had completely shifted. It was almost a torpedo shape, but not so elongated as to ruin its geometry. Da Vinci couldn't have designed a more delicate curve. Her herniated belly button was an unexpected bonus, really selling the impression that she was in danger of popping at any moment.

To that point, it was so sexy to imagine Rachel, her womb overfilled with his children, reaching the point of no return. He could imagine how it would happen - a small cramp, only uncomfortable at first, but soon contracting with urgency and purpose. Her eyes, widening in surprise and the dawning realization that the time had finally come. Perhaps a twinge of panic and fear at the fate awaiting her, the growing pain itself only a taste of the agony to come. Her womb, alive and stirring, an organ of fire consuming her lower body. The children inside, far larger than she would prefer, kicking and pushing, swimming like eels headfirst to break their way through the tender and ill-prepared slit between her legs. Her hands, grasping the huge belly, unsuccessfully trying to will it back into stillness, to reverse time and delay the unwanted event. Beads of sweat beginning to dot the overstretched skin as she tries to shuffle her way to the phone, the car, to safety and help. Uh oh! A splash of liquid between her legs, confirmation that there is indeed no going back. Then more fear as the urge to push intensifies unimaginably, and she realizes with dread that things are progressing much more quickly than she thought possible… These were the kinds of thoughts that rose unheeded to the surface of Andy's mind, bubbling up in an ever-churning maelstrom of desire.




One evening it seemed like the weight of the world had come down on Rachel's shoulders. The grueling physical demands of growing and carrying two large babies in her womb, in addition to the psychological burdens of the bizarre situation, had pushed her to her limits. In a moment of weakness, she had opened a bottle of red wine that had sat ignored for many months since the beginning of her pregnancy. The rich, jammy bouquet went straight to her head, but it did seem to dull the emotions tearing her apart inside. And what did it matter if she overindulged? The incestuous children of her son's lust were already damaged goods as far as she was concerned, and neurological damage was unlikely at her advanced stage. So Rachel found herself getting quite drunk, alone in the apartment.

She decided to take a shower and wash away some of the day's grime. Putting on some relaxing music, Rachel lathered and let the lavender scented bubbles slide down her naked body. Her glistening engorged breasts sat atop her hugely swollen pregnant belly and she absent mindedly caressed her round body while listening to the music. A sensuality that she had denied for so long rose up inside and she found her fingers exploring places she had nearly forgotten. Her body thrummed with excitement as she massaged her neglected sex, sending thrills at each movement. A low moan escaped Rachel's lips as she rubbed her clit harder and harder. With one hand she cradled her gravid inflated womb and with the other she pleasured herself lustily. Her nipples had become hard and began to leak slightly as she finger fucked herself harder and harder. It was a glorious release and was doing wonders for Rachel's taxed nerves.

Suddenly, a noise outside the bathroom door interrupted her solitude. "Hello?" she asked into the silence. She heard a shuffle of feet away from the door and the definite sound of another door closing.

Rachel's peace quickly turned to boiling anger as she realized that Andy had been spying on her. After all that he had done to her, all the pain he had caused, he still couldn't stop! It was all she could do to keep from screaming. With abandon, she grabbed the half finished bottle of wine and took a long drag, red liquid splashing onto the shelf of her huge belly. Forgoing a towel, she waddled down the hall on unsteady feet, completely nude, to confront her son.

Rachel threw open Andy's door, crashing it loudly against the wall. She discovered him lying on his bed, his pants around his ankles and a massive erection in his hand. He pulled back his hand in surprise, staring at his mom's figure in the doorway. She was hugely engorged with pregnancy, even more so than he had realized without a scrap of clothing to disguise her advanced state. It looked like she could drop a baby from between her legs at any moment. Her belly was so full and taut, a great fecund orb of flesh. It looked like it was aching from the strain of containing the fat twins inside. Her huge breasts, the very same ones that had nourished him so long ago, were now once again filled with life giving milk, waiting to be suckled. Andy was completely mesmerized at the sight before him, utterly unable to react.

"Is this what you want, Andy?" Rachel demanded, her voice raw and loud with the drink. "Do you want to fuck me? Now that you've filled me with your disgusting babies? Do you want to fuck mommy's pussy??" Rachel roughly grabbed her lips, spreading them apart for Andy to see the juicy pink flesh inside. "Do you want to fuck me, Andy??" she almost spat, her voice breaking.

His hands at his side, Andy's only response was to involuntarily ejaculate, a geyser of hot white cum erupting from his cock, arcing into the air in thick ribbons that fell messily onto his pants and bedding. It seemed to last forever. The thick spunk filling the room with a musty odor. He had evidently been storing it up for quite a while.

Shocked at the depraved and carnal display, Rachel fled the room, slamming her bedroom door and loudly crying. It was a depressing ending to the evening for both of them. Rachel's children stirred within her womb at their mother's excited state, kicking her painfully. It was at this time that her first true contraction began rolling over her belly, sending fiery needles to her brain. She grunted in surprise and pain. She knew it wouldn't be much longer until she would be forced to meet her two little bundles of joy.

awesome!

Hmm, good chapter mesarocket. maybe Rachel gives birth and then get horny for her son’s cock. And she can’t help herself and they fuck for real and she gets pregnant again while still breastfeeding the twins?

Wow an amazing story when is chapter 4 coming ?

Thanks, all! I'll get to work on Chapter 4 soon.

We can’t wait!