Im looking for a story about a girl who was able to transfer the pregnant belly from others to herself as a business almost like she is babysitting the womb while the mother can go out and celebrate without the bump and i know I've read one but curious if there are others out there

The Baby Sitter
by QuillaQuen

Sandra stretched and rubbed her rounded belly as she heard the doorbell ring. Slowly, she got off of her couch and walked to her door. Checking through the peephole, she saw a chubby young woman standing outside.
"Oh Carol! Good to see you. I thought you didn't get back until Thursday?" Sandra smiled as she opened the door.
"My trip ended early unfortunately. How was Jeremy?" she reached out and rubbed Sandra's stomach.
"That's too bad. But Jeremy was great! He's such a sweet little boy. I can't wait to meet him," Sandra replied cheerfully. "I can't wait to baby sit for you again."
As she spoke, Sandra rested her hand on Carol's stomach. As she did so, her own pregnant belly shrank and began to grow on Carol until it was fully sized. Carol gasped as her stomach expanded with one more growth spurt.
"Whew.. I don't think I'll ever get used to that! I have no clue how you do this for a living," Carol sighed.
"It just takes practice," Sandra winked. "I've been doing this for plenty of years now!"
"Well, thank you once again Sandra. If I ever need a baby sitter again, I'll call you. Bye!" Carol waved and walked up the stairs to the street.
"Cya!" Sandra waved.
She walked back into her apartment and glanced at her reflection. Her stomach was back to its usual flatness and was prepared for another baby. She walked into the kitchen and checked her calendar.
"Alright! The next appointment will be here at noon tomorrow. Looks like I have a whole lot of nothing to look forward until then," Sandra shrugged and walked back to her couch.
Right as she was about to sit down and tune back into Judge Judy a frantic knock sounded at her door.
"Carol?" Sandra yelled, jumping up. Was something wrong with Jeremy? Did something happen?
She threw open the door to find a very short girl with long orange hair in her face standing before her. Her stomach hung out, making her look like she was overdue.
"Are.. Are you Miss Sandra?" she asked in almost a whisper.
"Um yes. Who are you?" Sandra looked down at her in confusion.
"My name is Rosanne. You have the power to take babies within you right?" she whimpered.
"I can... Is that what you came here for?" Sandra bent down a bit to make eye contact with Rosanne.
"Please Miss Sandra! Will you carry my babies for a little while?" Rosanne blurted out.
"Babies? You're expecting multiples? Do you know how many?" Sandra gasped. She had never baby sat for multiples of this size before.
"No.. But I know it has to be more than one. I'm only at 24 weeks," Rosanne explained quietly.
Sandra was taken aback at this news. She was very large for only 24 weeks.
"How long would you like me to take them for?" Sandra inquired gently.
"Umm... I don't.. How much is it?" Rosanne looked around nervously.
"It depends on how long you want me to take them," Sandra began to frown.
"How much would this buy?" Rosanne handed Sandra $2460.
"This would only buy you about one month," Sandra counted out the cash.
"That's good," Rosanne pulled up her shirt to expose her belly. A bump appeared as one of the babies kicked.
Chuckling, Sandra patted the bump and inhaled deeply. Rosanne's belly began to disappear, causing her eyes to widen. For a brief moment, both girls were skinny as ever. Then, Sandra's gut slugged out suddenly making her gasp. She had never experienced such strange growth. After the initial growth spurt, her stomach expanded much slower than usual. The camisole Sandra was wearing stretched as the babies formed within her. After a little over a minute, all growth had stopped, leaving Sandra with a brand new baby belly. Easing herself back into a standing position, placing one of her hands in the small of her back to help support the new weight as she leaned back.
"Alrighty then. I'll keep an eye on them until.." Sandra looked around and realized Rosanne had left. "Hey! Rosanne where'd you go?!"
She ran up the stairs, only to be winded by the time she reached the top. Glancing from left to right, Sandra spotted Rosanne jogging across an intersection.
"Hey! Wait up! You haven't given me you number! I need to know when you wanna pick these guys up!" Sandra called, pointing at her gut.
Sandra tried to run after her but was too heavy to get very far. By the time she reached the intersection, she was panting heavily. Exhausted, she practically collapsed on a nearby bench. Suddenly, the children within her began to freak out. She looked down at her camisole to see several bumps running along her new baby belly. Unable to be angry about the children within her, she rubbed her belly gently as she caught her breath.
"I guess you're mommy will be back in a few days. At least I hope..." Sandra sighed. "What am I gonna do with you guys if she doesn't come back? Oh well.. We'll cross that bridge when we get there."
Sandra eased out of the bench and slowly made her way home. Although the stairs proved difficult, she was able to make it inside without too much difficulty. Instead of sitting down once again, Sandra made her way to the kitchen and pulled out a frozen pizza for dinner. She tossed it into the oven she had been preheating then kicked the oven door shut and leaned back on the counter. Her belly was jiggling as the babies kicked.
"You guys have gotten pretty active since you got here huh? Guess you're hungry. Hopefully some pizza will calm you down," she suggested. The babies grew wilder in response.
As they kicked, it began to hurt Sandra, who winced as one of them kicked her right in the ribs.
"Maybe I should have an appetizer then?" she grabbed a bag of chips and plopped down on the couch.
As she munched on more and more chips, the babies calmed down, though at one point one of them seemingly flipped over. By the time the pizza was done, Sandra had finished the entire bag of chips. After finishing the pizza, Sandra laid down on her couch and fell asleep watching TV.
"Helloooo? Anybody in there? I'm here to drop off Fiona! HELLOOOO?!" A woman called from outside, impatience edging her voice.
Sandra jolted awake, almost falling off the couch.
"Sorry! Sorry, I'm coming," she called to the woman.
Rubbing the sand out of her eyes, she check herself out in the mirror before answering the door. Her dusky brown hair was still partially pulled back into a bun and her blue eyes were still cloudy with sleep. Her B-cup breasts were offset by her enormous gut. Recalling what had transpired yesterday, Sandra patted her taut belly then turned her attention towards her customer.
"It's about time!" the woman snorted when Sandra opened the door.
"Sorry about the wait. Would you like to come in? We hardly discussed anything about me baby sitting for you," Sandra offered.
"No thank you! I want you to take Fiona right here, right now. This should cover it," the woman handed Sandra a check for $1120. "I'll pick her up in two weeks at noon. Try to answer the door in a timely manner next time!"
"Oh, umm, yes of course," Sandra cracked her knuckles and placed her hands on the woman's stomach. Sandra couldn't tell how far along this woman was due to how loose her sweater was.
The moment Fiona began to grow within her, Sandra had to grab the door frame in order to stay standing. Fiona was a big baby. Not just big. She was HUGE. Sandra's legs wobbled under the weight of the babies within her. As her stomach expanded even further, her camisole rolled up over her taut belly.
"Umm might I ask, how far along are you?" Sandra shakily poked her massive belly.
"31 and a half weeks," the woman stated, very matter-of-factly.
"What?! That's dangerously close to the due date of most babies you know! I'm a baby sitter, not a surrogate!" Sandra told her frantically.
"It'll be fine. None of my children have ever come early. Fiona will be no different," the woman said as she walked up the stairs.
"What do you want me to do if she does come early!?" Sandra cried.
"Then I'll take her back!" the woman replied sternly. And with that, she practically storm off.
"But I..." Sandra trailed off.
Shakily, Sandra shut the door and made her way back to the couch and plopped down very heavily. Within her womb, she could feel multiple lives growing slowly. Even though she loved to be pregnant, Sandra had never wanted to act as a true surrogate, birth and all. Exhaling deeply, she leaned back and began massaging her massive belly, praying that Fiona wouldn't be early and that Rosanne would come back for her babies.

Sandra dipped her toes into the bath water to test the heat. It was a bit too hot for her liking but she didn't feel like waiting for it to cool. She eased herself into the steamy water and leaned back, revealed to take some of the strain off her back. She splashed some water over her pregnant belly which was too big to fit into the bathtub fully. It had been two months since Sandra had taken Rosanne's babies and since then they had been growing fast. Thankfully, Fiona hadn't been born early for Sandra feared what would happen if she gave birth while pregnant with other babies. For the past few months, she had been taking only a few children at a time to accommodate the babies growing within her currently. There was still no sign of Rosanne and Sandra realized she would be carrying these babies to term. Prior to taking another job, Sandra's stomach measured well past 60 inches around and had become very cumbersome. It was much more difficult to do basically anything at this point other than be pregnant. Recently, she had taken two more jobs, only adding to the immense size of her belly. The first job was for a haughty teenage girl who had been heavily pregnant with twins. According to her, her name was Jillian and her children were only 30 weeks along, though it was clear she was wrong. Jillian had left Sandra enough money for a week and a half of baby sitting and a phone number that Sandra had found out too late did not work. It seemed that this girl had either tricked Sandra into keeping her kids or was just messed up her phone number. As with Rosanne's children, Sandra would just have to carry them to term. The last child or possibly children in Rosanne's womb were that of an older woman who was undergoing chemotherapy and had asked Rosanne to carry her baby or babies until she had beaten her cancer. Sandra happily agreed and was relieved that this woman was only 6 weeks pregnant. It was a nice break from the third trimester children she was already pregnant with.
"This water feels wonderful! Don't you guys agree?" Sandra massaged her taut belly.
The immense size of her womb now stretched her stomach very far in front of her and had long since popped her belly button. Now, she could no longer sit down without spreading her legs apart which proved to be quite uncomfortable in the tub. The fact that the babies were wiggling around to try to get comfortable in her crowded womb did not help.
"Sorry about the lack of space you guys but don't worry! Soon your mommies will be back to claim you and we'll all be much happier. But until then, you gotta deal with it sweeties," she continued running her hands along her swollen mound of a stomach. "It's getting hard to remember what it was like to be skinny..." Sandra sighed. "Not that I'm blaming you! I'm used to this! I've been working as a baby sitter for 3 years now. I started the day after I got out of high school. And you guys are what I live for!"
The babies kicked and punched roughly in response causing Sandra to cry out. Unsure of why they suddenly acted up, Sandra drained the tub and rolled to her side uncomfortably.
"I guess you guys are too hot huh?" she frowned. She had been looking forward to a long soak.
Her prodigious gut hung over the lip of the tub as she struggled to move her right leg around it and onto the floor. Pushing with her other leg and pulling herself with her arms, Sandra was able to heave herself out of the tub after a few minutes. Panting on her hands and knees, she realized her belly was touching the ground.
"I.. Hadn't realized... I was.. So.... Big!" she wheezed.
With great effort, Sandra pulled herself to her feet and looked at her reflection. Her hair was messily draped over her shoulders and she realized something. Her breasts were still their usual size. She was certain they would've begun filling with milk by now. In great contrast to her small bust size, her entire midsection was stretched further than her arms could reach. Along it were numerous bumps from the babies.
"Oh man... How am I gonna do this? What even am I going to do? I can't go to a hospital! What if they DNA test the babies to find out the father and learn that they aren't mine?! I'm not a surrogate! How would I explain this?!" Sandra began to panic.
She waddled out of the bathroom and began pacing the best she could.
"I can't tell my family, they'll think I'm insane! I can't tell my customers; they'd never trust me again! I'm all alone in this besides you guys," Sandra linked her hands beneath her gargantuan middle and halted. "I've got it! I'll deliver you guys myself!"
Her belly began to shake as the children went wild.
"I'm glad you agree but please be calm!" Sandra cried.
Unable to stay on her feet for much longer, Sandra rushed into her bedroom and flopped down on her bed. She rolled to her side in hopes that would help calm them down. Much to her dismay, this didn't do much to stop them from freaking out. Sandra began frantically massaging her distended belly. This lasted for several hours until Sandra finally pass out due to exhaustion. Upon waking up, Sandra was completely drained. As she struggled to sit up, she felt something gooey beneath her legs. Confused, she rolled off her bed and looked down at it. A large pale mass of mucus was smeared over her sheets. Sandra chalked it up to vaginal secretions and waddled to her closet then threw on a dress. Because of the her massive midsection, the dress was stretched barely over her belly button. Unable to even bend over to put on pants, Sandra left without anything covering her lower half and waddled out to her living room, having to use both arms to support her back. Without warning, there was a massive shift in her womb. Sandra had to latch onto the back of her couch in order to stay standing. Trembling, she looked down and saw that her belly looked much smaller than it had previously. Sandra cautiously let go of the couch and reached below her midsection only to find her womb had seemingly lowered. Very uncertain of why this happened, Sandra shook her head and moved around to sit down on the couch. Her gut spread her legs even more now. Within her overly filled womb, the babies squirmed and kicked gently. Sandra lovingly sighed and ran her hands all over her belly.
"I love you all and it's been so much fun having you in here but my biggest concern is honestly the fact that you're almost all on different schedules," Sandra frowned. "I hardly know anything about child birth to begin with.. Lord I am in for one hell of a time when you guys finally decide to come out...."

Sandra waddled back and forth, pacing the best she could. Her belly had grown even larger over the past 10 days although the babies had dropped. At this point, it was incredibly difficult to remain standing, something that worried Sandra. She did what she could to stay on her feet although this didn't usually last long. Huffing, Sandra made her way the her dining table and plopped down into one of the chairs. She frowned, looking at her still empty breasts.
"How am I supposed to feed you guys if I'm not producing any milk?" she frowned.
Within her greatly stretched womb one of the babies shifted to the left, making Sandra's gut lopsided. She chuckled and rested her hand on her overly stuffed belly. The baby that shifted kicked her hand.
"Hi there sweetie.." she cooed, poking at the baby's foot. "You're gonna be a little toughie huh?"
It kicked again, this time much harder. Sandra flinched.
"Yup. Definitely a fighter," Sandra confirmed.
After spending a few more minutes stroking her massive midsection, Sandra eased herself out of the chair and began to hobble towards her own room in order to get some rest. Suddenly she felt a gush of fluids from between her legs. Gasping, Sandra's eyes widened as she watched her stomach rapidly increase in size. Her knees buckled under the weight of her growing belly, causing Sandra to fall backwards, landing on her ass. Sandra cried out in astonishment as she realized her hips were beginning to widen and her butt had become more plump. Along with these changes, Sandra's breasts had begun to fill with milk, soaring from C-cup to D-cups until they finally stopped when they reached F-cups and begun leaking. Now hyperventilating, Sandra ran her hands all over her still growing belly as all of the babies grew to the same size. After a solid minute of growth, they finally settled upon about 40 weeks of growth. Her gargantuan stomach forced her legs to be wide apart. Realization dawned upon Sandra as she felt the beginning of many contractions. She groaned as the first child slid down further in her womb and began crowning. Reaching down to her vagina, Sandra inhaled sharply as she felt the slimy hair of a baby.
"First one...! First one's ready.. First baby... First....." Sandra stammered. "First baby... I.... I'm going to be a mooOOTHHEEEERRRRR!"
Sandra shrieked as another contraction pushed the baby out of her further. Panting, she pushed harder, forcing the baby's head out fully. It coughed and began crying as she pushed even harder until slid out. Already exhausted Sandra reached around and pulled the child up towards her face. It was a boy. Tears welled up in Sandra's eyes as she realized she truly was a mother now. This joy didn't last very long though as another child slid further down into the birthing canal to begin crowning. Sandra set aside her first born and steeled herself as another contraction racked her body. She screamed as she pushed, forcing the next child out. This one was much larger than the baby boy she had just bore. Panting heavily, Sandra clenched her fists and pushed again. She made no progress.
"Once more..." she encouraged herself. "ONCE MORE!!"
Sandra clenched her teeth and pushed with all her might. The next child's head popped out, soon followed by it's shoulders then later the rest of it. Sandra reached down to once again pull her child up to her.
"Another boy," she wheezed.
She laid him with his brother and panted. For the next few hours, Sandra screamed and groaned as contractions shook her body, though only one more child was born in that time. This one was a girl.
"I guess.. You guys.... Were Rosanne's?" Sandra said between breaths.
She looked down at her belly and brushed off the beads of sweat. Though her stomach had shrunk, it was still massive.
"Not done yet huh.... This is gonna be a looong night," she groaned as another child slid into birthing position.
For another hour, Sandra groaned as she tried to force the next baby out to no avail. Drained, she relaxed her body, hoping to catch a short break. This didn't last very long though as a sudden contraction gripped her. Screeching, Sandra bore down as her fourth child burst out of her vagina. Without missing a beat, another child quickly entered the birthing canal and slid out. Sandra gasped in shock as her fifth child followed it's sibling so quickly. Quickly, she pulled them up and checked their genders. Both were girls. Sandra smiled weakly. More hours passed as contraction after contraction racked her body. By the time the sun was setting, Sandra still was not done. She reached down and brushed the head of her sixth baby. Gasping desperately, she pushed. Thankfully, this baby was much smaller than the others and came out easier. Not even ten minutes after this boy was born did his last sibling slid down into the birth canal and came out without much effort.
"It's.. Finally.... Over..." Sandra wheezed.
Utterly exhausted, she closed her eyes and fell into a long and deep sleep. When she awoke, she smiled and happily took up the starting task of being a mother.

There might be a few other like that one around. Unfortunately, my collection of stories is organized by author or type of pregnancy so it is a little difficult to locate things.

How would i go about searching though?

I've thought about this and I don't think it will be easy. I don't necessarily see this as some sort of sub-genre of birth or pregnancy stories. Unless the author has some sort a tag it would be easier to familiarize yourself with various authors and see if they have tried their hand at this type of story. There are a few stories with women transferring other women's babies to their wombs, but not that many where they are providing this service and it being a occupation.

It doesnt need to be of an occupation. Do you know of a few stories of woman transerfing babies to another womb?

Mommy, a stolen title
by Rach-rachie

'There goes Karen Johnson, jogging around like she owns the world with her little baby belly and her perfect family. Oh and who's that behind her? Mary Keller, also sporting the "I'm pregnant and perfect" look, except Mary is much further along.' I mumbled as I pulled myself to standing position, it was time to go babysit the Johnson twins and time to stop sitting on my porch gawking at the ladies running in the park.
When I arrived at Karen's, the girls were just then getting off the school bus. I looked longingly at their little ponytails, wishing I could have a daughter of my own.
The closer the twins got, the more it felt like something was different about today; Emily looked majorly distressed and Lauren was clearly trying to comfort her.
"Girls, what's wrong?!" I asked, pulling both of the toddlers into an embrace.
"Carla Smith hit Emily and took her doll." Lauren spoke for the more shy Emily.
"She was so mean, Mommy!" Emily sobbed, hugging me tighter.
"Oh, I know baby, it'll be okay. I'll have your mom call your teacher tonight." I assured them.
"Hee hee, you're funny, Mommy." Lauren laughed. In that moment I realized what Emily, and now Lauren, had just called me- Mommy. I brushed it off as a slip of the tongue or a figment of my imagination and turned away from them.
"Let's go inside, girls." I stammer, walking towards the Johnson's sidewalk.
"Where are we going, Mommy?" Emily asked quietly, unmoving.
"To your house," I said, confused as to why they weren't following me and once again ignoring the "Mommy."
"We're walking all the way home?!" Lauren yelled, stomping her foot. I looked at the beige house down the street and then back to the little blonde girls.
"I'll carry you," I sighed, picking up one in each arm. Emily kissed my cheek as I started walking and I smiled to her.
When I reached the Johnson's home I sat down Lauren and Emily to get the key from my pocket. I fished around for a moment and then started to panic, the key was missing. I hurriedly checked all of my pockets as my breathing increased, that key was nowhere to be found.
"Mommy, why are we here? I wanna go home!" Lauren stomped again.
"Yeah Mommy, who's house is this?" Emily asked.
I stopped dead in my tracks, they were calling me Mommy, they claimed they didn't live here, what was going on?
"Where do you live, girls?" I asked them cautiously.
"Mommy, we live with you!" Lauren shouted. I started to panic again and picked up the girls. Going as fast as I could, holding two toddlers, I rushed to my car. I opened the back door to find two pink booster seats neatly placed on the chairs.
As I hyperventilated, the girls climbed in the car and I leaned over to buckle them in when all of a sudden I heard someone running towards me. Without missing a beat, I shut the car door and turned towards the noise. It was Karen Johnson and her baby belly was just as cute as usual.
I quickly turned to face the car, hoping to hide her children from her. But when I turned back around to peek she wasn't even looking my way. She didn't even acknowledge my existence. But the biggest shock of all was that she looked like she did seven months ago.
I suddenly was overcome with a bout of dizziness and stumbled backwards. Leaned against the car, sensation took over my body. A strong pressure was building in my crotch and my churning stomach. My hands hurried to my belly but it wasn't the belly they remembered. My abdomen was pushing its way out of my skin tight t-shirt and shoving my yoga pants down a few inches.
"Oh God help me..." I moaned as my breasts plumped up a cup-size and became much, much more sensitive. The show might have digressed to my tits for a moment but my stomach was still growing. It plumped out of my clothes and continued to bloat up until I thought I had reached my breaking point. My belly button inverted with a little pop as I landed on the seven month mark with someone else's baby.
I took a few minutes, leaned against the car, to comprehend what had just happened to me. I was now carrying a baby and had two toddlers in my back seat calling me "Mommy." Slowly but surely, I pushed myself to stand up straight and was baffled at my new center of gravity.
I sluggishly walked around the car and slumped into the drivers seat to find my stomach sitting on my lap and my daughters asleep in their car seats. I started the car and threw it into drive, rushing home.
Upon arrival and with the greatest difficulty, I picked up my twin daughters and carried them into my apartment. My house had completely changed. Toys littered the floor, Dora was playing on the TV, and my spare bedroom was painted pink and had the bed shoved against the wall.
I frowned and waddled into the pink room, laying Emily and Lauren in the bed. I compulsively kissed their foreheads and tucked them in before I waddled out the door, closing it softly behind me.
My apartment was very small, I once had a roommate but when she moved out I used the spare bedroom as a storage room and the living room/kitchen was never touched unless I was eating. I mostly kept to my room but now my home looked lived in and cluttered. So I made it my job to pick everything up. This soon became difficult with my new stomach but somehow I managed (through a lot of squats) to get all of the toys into a pink basket, my clothes changed, and the television turned off.
"What am I going to do?" I asked myself as I plopped onto the couch, realizing my fate. I was a single mother of toddlers with a baby almost here and I hadn't asked for any of this. How would I work and take care of these kids?
"Mommy! I'm hungry." Lauren whined as she stumbled into the living room, Emily nodding behind her.
I checked the refrigerator and wasn't surprised to find that it was empty so I made the split-second decision to take the girls to McDonald's.
When we arrived, I walked the girls to the front of the building and joined the line. The cashier was a pretty blonde girl, maybe in her twenties, and massively pregnant.
"Yes, I need two chicken nugget kids meals and a number four." I said, not even looking at the cashier.
"And what would you like to drink with those?" She asked, shifting her weight. I looked up at her to answer and was shocked at what I saw- the cashier was as skinny as a bean pole.
"Oh, miiiilk." I moaned as my breasts plumped up another cupsize and caused an unwanted tightness in my bra.
"Alright that will be $10.15." The cashier said, obviously disgusted by my display. I grunted and moaned as I reached in my purse to get my wallet, my stomach was expanding. I started to pant as I whispered, "Keep the change." And handed her a twenty. I drug my children with me to the back where I collapsed in a booth and watched the magic unfold.
My stomach was creeping out further and further, pulling my dress up to my knees and continuously blowing up. I yelped as my body defied me and my swelling mounds slowed to a stop. My first baby must have caught up with the second one because I looked overdue with monstrous twins.
"Oh my God I can't take anymore." I groaned, turning to my sleeping daughters and rubbing my pulsing stomach.
"Two chicken nugget kids meals and a number four?" A male cashier asked, placing a tray in front of me. I nodded and he walked away with a concerned look on his face.
"Oh, I need help." I moaned, waking my daughters and making them grab their things.
"Mommy, where are we going?" Lauren asked as I fought to reach over my belly to buckle them into their seats.
"The hospital." I mumbled, waddling to the drivers seat.
"Are you going to have the babies?" Emily asked cheerfully.
"I don't know sweetheart." I sighed, pulling into the parking lot of the hospital. By this time it was about seven o'clock and the girls were getting tired. So of course they asked me to carry them. I had only picked up Emily when I glanced in the back of the car and saw a pink double stroller.
Unfolding it, I let out a sigh of relief as the girls rested inside and I started trudging.
"Ma'am let me help you!" A hospital worker said, flipping me into a wheelchair and pushing me to the maternity ward. The girls were pushed close behind.
I was dropped off in the waiting room and I sat patiently waiting for my turn. The woman beside me was shaking and hunched over holding a stomach that didn't exist. That was when I realized I had made a mistake. I looked around at the three other pregnant ladies in the waiting room and after blinking found them all to be changed.
"That's four babies," I muttered as I felt a strong pressure in my core and the other "mothers" left the waiting room. I suddenly felt a rush of water out of my vagina and spread my legs as my stomach settled back and a baby entered my birth canal. I ripped my underwear off and felt a baby boy slide into my hands. I held him in my right arm and allowed him to latch on to my tit to eat as I used my left hand to deliver the little girl he was riding with.
The stroller instantly changed to accommodate two more and I attached the girl to my other breast.
As they suckled, my stomach started to expand again, filling and stretching with the four new lives I had just acquired. I moaned as I placed the babies into the stroller and rubbed my growing dome. I leaned back as my belly over-powered my figure, soaring to new heights.
I cried out as my hips and ass comically plumped up to match my new figure. I was expanding like a balloon on a faucet!
Just then a doctor burst into the room and gasped at what he saw. I was just finishing my growth to full term with quadruplets...
I grunted in my chair as the doctor ran to my side.
“How long have you been like this?!” He cried, taking the new borns from my hands and laying them in the stroller.
“Just a couple minutes,” I grunted, trying to sit up. I groaned as I realized I was no longer in labor. My stomach was huge and I gently rubbed its veiny skin as I checked on my new babies.
“A couple minutes?” The doctor was very confused, especially when I stood up and started to leave the office. “Are you here to induce labor?” He asked as I walked away pushing the stroller.
“Nope, I’m headed home actually.” I said causally, trying my best to escape the hospital without another incident.
“Mommy, where are we going?” Emily asked as I pushed the stroller to the elevator.
“Back ho-,” I cut myself off when I saw what was inside of the elevator.
Two women with three toddlers and a baby walked out. I whimpered as my stroller became double decker and the children immediately left their mothers to crawl inside.
“Thank you for letting me hold her, she’s a beautiful baby. Actually, all of your children are beautiful.” One of the mothers said as she laid her baby in my arms and continued off with her sister.
I quickly pressed the elevator button to go down to the base floor and pushed my stroller out as soon as the door opened. I made it to the doors before I realized that I had just passed two pregnant ladies and multiple families, but I didn’t stop. I continued out to the street when I heard a voice behind me that my heart registered as familiar.
“Mom! Mom! Wait for us!”
I turned immediately to find a teenage girl and two teenage boys, each holding a baby and one carrying smaller child on his back. Behind the teenage girl was a younger preteen who was also carting a kid on her back and holding another’s hand.
I suddenly felt a pang of pain in my lower region and started off again for my car, but it was nowhere to be found. In the spot where I had parked it, a passenger van was sitting with another one beside it.
The oldest teen rushed up to one and unlocked the door, calling for her siblings. All eight of my toddlers to ten year olds ran over and hopped in that van.
“Mom, you don’t look too good. Should I drive home?” My second oldest (a boy) asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.
I nodded to him and climbed in the passenger side to wait as he and the younger preteen girl loaded all five and soon to be nine of the babies into our van.
When the car started, so did I. My water broke and a baby started down my birth canal. I screamed and put my legs up on the dash board as the baby crowned and I pulled him out. As usual, this baby was born without an umbilical cord. He was then handed off to the preteen in the back who seemed to think this was normal thing and placed the baby in the car seat that magically appeared behind her.
We repeated this process three more times until I was emptied of children. But not for long. My stomach immediately started to surge back outwards with the babies I had picked up from the lobby.
I cried and held on to my now massive titties as my skin started to creak back out to full term with twins. When I was once again a massive dome of flesh was arrived at my apartment. Well, what was my apartment? It looked like a mansion now. I gasped as my oldest son helped me out of the van and a maid opened the door to my home to let the parade of children inside. The older ones helped the younger ones and I was simply in awe.
No matter how odd the circumstances, the universe had given me something I had always craved, a family to love and be loved by. I strode in awe, with my oldest helping me walk, as my children hugged each other and all started to play together.
When I got inside the house, I saw the nursery with nine babies laying gently asleep and two nannies smiled at me while they cleaned around my infants.
In the next room sat the toddlers and grade school aged kids who were accompanied by my oldest daughter. She was teaching them all how to read. I was suddenly overcome with a memory that I knew wasn’t originally mine. My oldest daughter, Vanessa, was working on her masters in teaching and all of my kids were home schooled until middle school.
“Everybody say hi to Mommy!” Vanessa smiled, interrupting her lesson for all for all of the kids to run and hug me. There were six adorable toddlers and three kids who all looked to be in between the ages of 6 and 8. As I bent down to hug them, I was met with lots of “I love you”s and a bunch of sticky hands, but I loved it so much. I was downright blissful as I picked up Emily and Lauren and they kissed my cheeks.
“Okay back to class little ones.” I smiled, instantly remembering their names. Emily and Lauren, of course and then the other three toddlers were Jamie, Ron, and Scotty. The older children were named Lexie, Molly, and Dalton. All eight children quickly got back to the rug and went back to listening to Vanessa.
I continued through the house and found the back yard where my older kids were hanging out. The two older boys were playing basketball with their younger preteen sister. The boys were Jason and Travis and the younger girl (who was beating them in their game) was Cassie.
“Hey guys!” I smiled, waddling over to them.
“Hi Mom!” Cassie called, smiling as she shot the ball into the net.
“Hey Ma!” Jason laughed, stopping the game and walking over.
“What’s for dinner?” Travis asked as we all laughed.
“I don’t know!” I chuckled, suddenly remembering that I hadn’t made dinner in years. We had a team of maids.
“Hey, what time is Daddy getting home tonight?” Cassie asked. I paused for a moment. I had a husband? Then suddenly the memory appeared.
“He’s getting off early tonight to celebrate your birthday sweetheart, don’t worry. Dinner is in an hour and he will be there.” I smiled, giving Cassie a big hug.
That night we had a big party, everyone on the block was invited. As my home filled with adults and kids alike I met my husband and was instantly in love with him and him with me. I couldn’t have been happier.
Suddenly I realized all of the children who were at the party. All of the children that were instantly mine. All of my kids’ friends had come to the party and most of their parents too. I gained five more preteen girls, three more teenage boys, a handful of new elementary aged kids, and that was when I noticed the pregnant women. There were three pregnant women right in a row and another by the punch bowl and another on the front porch.
I was instantly overcome with the urge to push as my belly sunk deeper towards my body and my water rushed down my leg.
“Excuse me.” I told my husband.
“Are you okay, baby?” He asked me, looking at my now wet legs.
“You’re about to have more kids.” I groaned as I took off for the bathroom, a baby already crowning between my legs.
A maid followed me like a robot and took the baby from me to go have it put in bed. As the second baby crowned, another maid came to take it away. I leaned back in terror as I felt the growth start up again. I started to cry when my husband suddenly burst through the bathroom door and sat at my side.
“Shhhh, it’s going to be okay baby. This is the last time you have to go through this.” He whispered as my stomach started to swell out past full term. I groaned as the weight of six babies was added to me.
My stomach stretched out past my knees by the time it stopped. I looked at my husband and was suddenly unsure of him. How did he know this was happening? Everyone else treated my rapid pregnancy like something that wasn’t even real.
“How do you know this is happening?” I asked him.
“Because I’m causing it.” He said, a gentle smile crossed his face. “I am your soul mate and I’ve been planning how to make your dreams come true for decades. I finally found you. I’m lifting the spell now, once you give birth to these six then you will be free and no longer taking other people’s children.”
“Oh my god. That’s the weirdest and most loving thing I could ever imagine someone would do for me.” I smiled. “But none of these babies are truly ours.”
“Do you want to have a baby that is truly ours?” He asked, a quizzical look on his face.
“Yes, I love you!” I said, my mind slowly slipping away.
“I can make that happen,” he mumbled, taking off his shorts.
My husband slowly lowered himself behind my giant belly and very slowly entered me. The stress in my vagina was all that I could bear and my water suddenly broke.
“Don’t worry about a thing, I’ll take care of you. I’m going to change your memories so you can forget all of this pain and be happy with me forever, is that what you want, baby?” He asked. I nodded and suddenly my world went dark.

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“Good morning sweetheart, you’re looking particularly beautiful today. What is this? Month four?” My husband asked before he kissed my forehead.
“Ugh, what time is it?” I asked.
“You slept until noon, but that’s okay. You’re growing another human, you don’t have to abide by normal rules.” He chuckled, kissing me again. I smiled and looked down at my tiny baby belly. I was four months pregnant with our newest family addition.
You see, my husband was a successful business man who came from a long line of them. We were rich beyond most people’s wildest dreams. Since we had so much money, we dedicated our lives to research and children. In the past we had been test subjects for multiple fertility treatments and because of the love that we had for our numerous children that resulted from that, we started to adopt as many kids as we could.
Of course we had to hire a team of nannies and maids since I was usually pregnant and out of commission. But all was well. We had an incredibly loving family and I couldn’t be happier in our four story mansion. I was super mom and it was everything I dreamed it would be.
In the end, thanks to twenty years of wishing on stars, I was pregnant with what we hoped would be our last child, lucky number 46.