Don't ember the name.

But a real dense girl who is pregnant tours her entire village who are all in stages of labor and she pops too. They all have blue colored elves I think

Any help would be appreciated

Are you thinking about The Harvest of Blutenstadt by Belly Boop and Doombeez? The Midwich Cuckoos also come to mind. Blue elves? That's a new one.

Maybe, its been a while. Could ya show me?

The Harvest of Blutenstadt
By Belly Boop and Doombeez
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Our story begins in a small village known as Blutenstadt. It was a very isolated village, and the people liked it that way, keeping to themselves. It was also quite an unusual one, though it was not always so.

Centuries ago, its population was dwindling. A disease had rendered many of their young men unable to father, and women unable to bear children in turn, and a generation after it had run its course, the number of healthy, strong young people was quite small, and shrinking.

It happened that the forest surrounding Blutenstadt was home to a clan of the mysterious people known to humans as elves. They preferred to keep to themselves, but the sickness had affected them as well, lowering their already small numbers. And it was because of this that their queen met with the village elders, proposing a solution to both of their problems, wrought from the most ancient and sacred magicks of elfkind.

And thus the Pact was formed.

The magic that made the humans fertile again came with a price. Centuries of isolation had left the elven bloodlines weakened. With the blood of the strong, hardy, adaptable humans in their lines, they would become stronger. So once a year, a cultural exchange of sorts took place. Every spring, the elves and the humans would get together for a…celebration. A fertility ritual, of sorts. One that human and elf alike came to enjoy very much. And as a result of it, many more elf children were born, to both human and elven mothers. And they were strong.

Though the threat has long since passed, the celebration continues to this day. The population of Blutenstadt continues to grow, and as it does, so does it grow more prosperous.

Of course, there is always a downside. And for a short time, not long after the ritual, things get a bit…hectic.

This is especially the case for a most unusual young woman named Greta. She had recently come of age, and three months ago, she was allowed to participate in the celebration for the first time. And that she did. With gusto.

Her story begins on the morning of a very long day…

~

Greta was not feeling very well. Heck, she hadn't been feeling well for a while. Her stomach had been acting up something awful for the past month or so, and she'd been so... heavy. And it was definitely getting harder to fit into her dresses. But it all chalked up to pastries and maybe one too many glasses of cider at the inn. Something she could easily fix, but... not right now. Her mom was sicker than she was.

Sure enough, her mom had been in bed most of the day. Occasionally, she would get up and pace, but for the most part, she just lay down, rubbing her stomach. Currently she was visiting with Adelbert, the doctor's apprentice from next door. The two were good friends these days, it seemed.

'Well, if something was wrong, Adelbert will take care of mom,' she thought, and with that done, she pondered her tasks for the day.

Her thought process was interrupted when there was a tap on her door.

The person at the door was Suzette, the Frenchwoman who had moved in years before and opened a laundry service. She held a basket with one arm, and held her belly with the other. Everyone seemed to be getting plumper these days.

"Delivery from ze bakery~" she said, in her melodious voice. "I heard your mozha was haveenk a very deeficult time, so I brought you..." She paused and winced a little, rubbing her belly. "A leetle somesing. If she is in ze mood for eating, zat is."

She presented the basket, which contained the bread that their baker was famous for, fluffy as a cloud and lightly sweetened with fresh honey.

"Thank you very much. She seems quite ill at the moment, and I'm afraid that I might have caught it." She rubbed her own belly for emphasis, and Suzette gave an amused laugh.

"Ahh, I know exactly vat you mean," she said with a wink. Greta gave her a blank look, which Suzette apparently didn't notice. "Well, I'm sure you'll both be very busy soon, so I'll leave you to that. Best of luck. Au revoir, ma petite chou-fleur~"

With that, she skipped off, leaving a confused Greta in her wake. After a moment, she shrugged and chalked it up to being a French thing. Setting the bread on the table, she set out for her errands.

Saying goodbye to Adelbert, she went back to her house to check on her mother.

Adelbert had said that there was nothing wrong with her mother, and that time was the best medicine for her condition, so Greta forced herself to wait.

"How are you feeling, mother?" she asked, putting the bread on her bedside table.

"Mmph," her mother replied.

"Suzette brought bread for you."

"Sniceofher," her mother mumbled back. "Checkon'er sometime. Looks huge."

Greta didn't exactly know what her mother meant, but she sighed anyways. "I'm going out to visit Astrid. Anything else you want me to bring?"

Her mother moaned, and Greta went over to rub her on the back. As she did so, her own back creaked and burned with a dull pain. She guessed it was from the leaning over. "I'll be back soon," she said, and left.

And she set off. It was a nice, sunny day, not too hot and slightly breezy. Despite her stomach cramps, Greta enjoyed it immensely. 'You would think,' Greta wondered, 'that there would be more people out enjoying this wonderful day."

Indeed, the streets were nearly abandoned. There were a few women sitting out in public, most of them breathing deeply and rubbing their somewhat swollen tummies. 'Goodness, there must be a bug going around or something.'

On the way there, she happened to pass by Anne, a young woman who was often seen out of the streets. It was said that she lived in poverty to gain a deeper connection with the spiritual universe, and it was generally agreed that she was slightly looney, though in a harmless way. Greta rather liked her, though. She, too, had gained a bit of pudge. She was sitting beneath a shady tree, and gently rubbing her stomach. She also seemed to be quietly moaning in pain, rocking back and fourth slowly.

"Here, take this," said Greta, offering her a piece of bread that she had taken with her. Anne looked up and gave Greta a weak smile.

"Bless you, sister," she said, accepting it. "Ooh..." She soon went back to clutching her stomach, and Greta wished her well and she continued on her way. Shortly after that, she arrived at Astrid's home, which was quite a bit larger than her own, and knocked on the door.

A maidservant answered the door with a slightly desperate look in her eye.

"Yes, miss?" she asked.

"Is Astrid at home? I need to speak with her."

"The young mistress is upstairs with her mother. I'm not sure if she'll be able to speak with you..." the servant replied, before looking anxiously over her back.

"Ah, well, I'll try anyways..." Greta said, and pushed her way past the girl.

"HANNAH! SHE'S PUSHING!" a voice called from the kitchen, with a rising scream accompanying it. The servant did a quick curtsy (with some difficulty--she seemed to be heavy with child) and dashed out of the room, where the screaming continued. Greta, confused and a little concerned, continued upstairs.

Astrid was sitting at her mother's beside on a little chair, holding her hand and rubbing it slightly. Her other hand rested on her stomach, much like Greta had been subconsciously doing all day. "Astrid, are you okay?"

"Oh, Greta! It's so nice to see you. I'm not feeling too well," Astrid said, rising to meet her, "but I'm pulling through for mother. A baby's coming!"

"What, really? How exciting!" Greta said, but Astrid's face didn't nearly share her emotion.

"It's very difficult," Astrid said. "And I'm thirsty. Could you get me some herbal tea, please? All of the servants are too busy and I think there's some trouble in the kitchens."
Another scream came rising up from the stairs, as if in reply.

"...I'll see what I can do," Greta said, and left. She noticed, confusedly, that a servant girl had collapsed against the wall beside the bedroom and was clutching her belly, breathing heavily, her knees spread beneath her skirt.

Where were the doctors when you needed them? Ironic, in that Astrid's mother was a healer.

Greta navigated her way to the kitchen, walking past a couple of ill servants, including one in the corner who had another girl peeking under her skirts. She ignored it - she knew a couple of the village girls had some...unusual preferences, but Greta's mother had raised her not to judge. She eventually found the kitchen, which seemed to be deserted. Greta made the tea quickly - it was a specialty of hers - and made her way back to Astrid.

"It seems to be quite serious, what's going around," she said, as she poured them both cups of tea, spilling a little bit as a cramp seized her.

"I'm rather scared, to be honest," Astrid said. "This whole experiance... It's so strange. And it won’t be too long before I’m next."

"Pardon?” Greta said, finishing her tea. Her stomach squeezed tightly as she finished her cup, and she moaned. "Ooh... I should be getting home. You think I could bring some more tea to my mother?"

"Help yourself," Astrid said.

"HELP ME!" said a voice from out in the hallway. "OH GOD, OH GOD!"

"What on earth...?!" Greta said, and peered out the doorway to see that same servant leaning against the door, holding onto her knees and grunting loudly. Another servant quickly came to attend to her, so she let it be.

"Take care, you," she told Astrid.

"You... unngh... too..." Astrid replied, wincing and holding her back as she returned to her mother, who had gotten on her hands and knees under the sheets.

When Greta entered the kitchen, she that the servants had ceased with the peeking under the skirts and were all leaning against the wall or on the counter, panting or moaning. She gave them a concerned look as she measured some tea and put it into a sack, then went on her way, trying to ignore the keening screams behind her.

Greta made her way back home with a little bit more haste than she had left it, worried for her mother's health. She was distracted a bit when she noticed a bit of a crowd that had begun to gather around the spot where she saw Anne. A scream suddenly split the air, and Greta looked and saw that Anne herself was the source of it. She was leaning against the tree in a sort of squat, her screwed up in pain as she screamed. The gathered crowd was staring raptly, murmuring. There was a large wet spot on the front of her skirt, as well as on the ground below. Was she trying to relieve herself in public again? She had been warned about that...

She shouted again, and the crowd drew a bit closer. Some voices rang out from the crowd. "Wow, look at that..." "Somebody help her!" "Amazing, isn't it?" "Move aside, I can't get a good look!"

This was quickly drowned out as Anne began to grunt and groan with great force.
Greta found herself standing and watching a little. As Anne's groans intensified, becoming more frequent, she felt an enormous pain hit her lower back, and her stomach tightened like there was an iron vice around it. She doubled up and winced, as Anne screamed a final scream. The crowd gasped, and Greta looked up in time to see... a baby?! There on the ground, between Anne’s legs, was a small, pink baby.

Anne picked up the bawling child as the crowd began to applaud. Greta barely noticed, beside herself in confusion and panic. What had just happened? Where did that baby come from? The moment passed, and she began to run home, heedless of the growing pain in her gut.

Along the way, she saw some of the women she had passed on the way to Astrid's. Several of them were shouting in a manner similar to Anne, with their hands between their legs. One or two had children in their arms, suckling merrily on an exposed breast. They seemed to be...tethered to the women, somehow?

Greta's speed intensified until she got back home, whereupon she shut the door tight and wiped her brow as another sharp pain shot through her. Was her illness beginning to drive her mad, giving her visions of things that could not be?

She doubled over and breathed heavily for several moments, before her mother's scream caused her to dash into the bedroom, though it wasn't much of a dash and more like a... hobble, since the pain was so great. The sight that greeted her was astonishing - her mother, on her back with her legs spread wide, and a large, hairy, round THING emerging from her nethers.

"CATCH IT, CATCH IT!!" her mother shrieked, once she saw that Greta had entered, Greta rushed to her mother and barely managed to hold out her hands in time for a baby's head to slip out.

"MOTHER, WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Greta cried, shocked and disgusted.

"JUST HOLD THE DAMN THING!" her mother said, and started to groan and scream more as the rest of the baby's body came out and into Greta's hands. She could see that a fleshy cord was attached to the baby and ran into her mother when it came out completely.

"Give it to me..." her mother panted, and Greta did so, not even bothering to question her.

"Mother...? What's going on...?" Greta said, a few moments later, after she had regained her composure.

"What...do you mean?" said her mother, amid deep breaths, as she took the wailing child from her daughter. With her free hand, she undid the nightshirt that was her only article of clothing and discarded it, leaving herself nude but unconcerned about it as she pressed the child up against one swollen breast, which it happily latched onto.

"What do I mean?" said Greta, quite exasperated. "I think I'm going mad! First an illness seems to sweep over town, and now there's babies everywhere for some reason, and further more I owwww..."

Her tirade was interrupted by yet another pain, this one accompanied by a feeling not unlike making water, except a lot more so. A second later, Greta's undergarments were soaked through, and the occasional pains had turned into a constant, dull aching.

"Mother, what is happening?!" exclaimed Greta.

"...what, you mean nobody has told you?” replied her mother, quirking an eyebrow.

"Told me WHAT?!" Greta said, as the pain suddenly intensified. She had to struggle to not fall to her knees into the growing puddle of water beneath her.

Her mother sighed, then adjusted herself against her pillows. "Do you remember when I took you to the festival three months ago? With all those beautiful men?"

Greta remembered. Oh, she remembered. But all she could do was nod, as the pain kept her from talking, only moaning.

"Well, this is what happens. Babies happen. And you're having a baby, child, all of us are."

"Wh-wh-WHAT?! OHHHHH, UNNNG....!" The pain intensified, and Greta slipped to her knees.

"From the looks of it, you've just broken your waters. It can't be very long now, dear... Do you want to get in bed?"

"No! I can't...!" Greta said, and as the pain subsided, managed to get up and run out of the room.

"Greta! Where are you going?" her mother cried out, but Greta was far gone. She was going to Astrid's, because what her mother was saying couldn't possibly be true... that wasn't how babies came, was it?

Greta ran back out into the streets, and made a mad dash toward Astrid's, ignoring the twin discomforts of tight pains in her gut and sodden underwear. There were more women around then before, sitting in benches, in chairs, lying on patches of grass, and occasionally leaning against the wall, and they all wore faces of intense concentration. Several of them had their feminine parts revealed, and among those, several had something bulging through them, stretching them wider than Greta imagined they could be stretched. One woman in particular - one standing upright, no less - had what appeared to be the legs and buttocks of a child protruding from her, which she carefully held in her hands as she grunted.

Fighting the urge to cover her eyes, she finally made her way to Astrid's, which she entered without knocking, only to see Astrid herself, sitting on a short stool with her legs spread wide and her womanhood clearly exposed. There was nothing coming out of them yet, but they were rather more...open, than Greta felt they should be.

"Just in...ngh...time," panted Astrid. "Give me a hand!"

"Help you with what?!" Greta said, when all of a sudden a slosh of liquid poured out from Astrid's nethers. Her lips quivered and bulged, and Astrid moaned.

"With THIS," she snarled, bearing down hard and causing everything to bulge. Something round and hairy began to protrude from her, and Greta felt a sharp pain in a similar location. "What...what do I do?" stammered Greta; despite her severe discomfort, she wanted to help her friend.
"Just catch it...! Oh, ohh...! Ohh..!!! Oh! Oh!! OHHH GOD HERE IT COMES!!"

Astrid screamed and bore down, pulling on the undersides of her legs. The head emerging from her opening barreled down even further than before, before slipping back in. The top of the head could just barely be seen peeking through, which was more than before. Greta was frozen, her own belly tightly squeezing all the while.

"Help... me..." Astrid moaned, touching the head with her fingers. "It's coming out...!"

Ignoring her own not-inconsiderable pain, Greta placed her hands under the emerging...child? With a shout that Greta would later swear shook the windows, she found herself holding the torso of a very large baby. "Almost...there," panted Astrid. "Hold...on...nnngghaaaaah!!"

An enormous pressure gripped her lower belly, and she clutched it with both hands, feeling a frenzied stirring beneath her fingers. Was there really a baby in there?! Was she really going to undergo the same ordeal of Astrid?!

"GRETA!!" Astrid cried, as the rest of the baby slipped out onto the floor. She scrambled to pick it up and hold it to her chest. "Greta, where are you going?!"

Greta was already out the door and running again. She didn't have a destination in mind; she just wanted to get away. But she did not get very far before another sharp pain nearly brought her to her knees, this one accompanied by a lot of pressure. Despite being half-mad with panic, a measure of instinct took over. She leaned against a nearby statue, squatted down, and gave in to a biological urge. "Nnnnnngh!!"

The pressure moved downward, pressing against something in her crotch. Out of fear, she shoved a hand there, and her skirt grew soaked with the fluid that gushed from her opening. She could also feel something there, and she pressed back with all her might at the descending thing. She had to get somewhere private, somewhere nobody could see... Despite the fact that, by now, literally dozens of women were laboring with her in the square, pushing out their children. But she refused. She had to get away, somehow...!! As the pain ebbed away, she hobbled off at full speed, two hands now jammed within her crotch.

After what seemed like an eternity, she found temporary relief in an alley between the book store and the hat shop. Sure enough, there was nobody there, and it seemed that luck was, for once, on her side, as there was a crate in the alley just big enough to sit on. As another pain struck her, she did exactly that, and there she sat for several minutes, her hands still deep inside her soaked panties. She could still hear the distant screams of laboring women. The pains grew more frequent, and as they did, she could feel pressure building.

Suddenly, the mother of all pains hit her. Something powerful began pressing against her hands, and her legs began to spread from the force of something large and round descending between them. To her horror, she felt a round, soft object pushing out from under her bloomers, and she screamed in fear and pain as her lips stretched wide apart, her legs in a deep V shape. She pressed against what she knew was her child's head, but her pulsing muscles forced it downward, downward...!!!

Finally, as if her strained psyche could take no more, all of her facilities for reason gave way to pure instinct. She pulled her panties to the side, exposing herself to the hat shop, took a deep breath, and pushed with every fiber of her being. For a moment, she blacked out, her mind overwhelmed by more emotions and sensations than she knew existed, and when she returned to reality...

...there was a beautiful baby girl in her hands. Unlike all the others she had encountered today, this one wasn't crying. Rather, it was looking right at her, with wide eyes that seemed to shine.

She stared at it for a long time, until Astrid showed up with her own baby in her arms, and led her home.


A day later, the town was visited by beautiful women with skin like shining silver, who were there to claim the babies. Curiously enough, each and every one of them was heavy with child.

Greta, unlike the rest of the women in town, was reluctant to part with hers. And the baby seemed to feel the same way. Rather than getting upset, the gravid maiden who spoke with Astrid smiled at her.

"This little one has formed a bond with you, child," she said, in an airy, otherworldly voice. "It is not a frequent occurrence, nor has it happened in a great while. But it is not unheard of." She gently ran her slender fingers across the baby's stomach, eliciting a coo.

"You will take good care of her," the maiden added. It sounded like a statement of fact rather than a request or a demand.

“What, you mean... I can keep her?" asked Greta, bewildered.

The maiden nodded, and turned to join the rest of the pregnant women, who left for the forest.

Greta watched them leave, then looked down at her daughter, who had fallen asleep in her arms. She just sat and held her for some time, treasuring the moment.

"You've still got yours?"

The voice of Astrid from behind her snapped Greta back to reality.

"Huh, how about that," said Astrid. “I heard that happened sometimes, but never to anyone I knew. In any case, good for you.

Leaning in, she patted Greta on the shoulder and looked down at the child."

“She's a cute little scamp,” Astrid added. What're you going to call her?"

"...dunno," Greta replied, and laughed.

Astrid let out a most unladylike snort. "You'll think of something," she said, taking a seat next to Greta. Far above them, the sun had begun to set. As it went down, Greta's story came to a happy end.

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That's it.. Thank you. I didn't remember all the details I thought there elves but ehh.

I don't quite understand this story. it preface's the story with a festival that gets everyone pregnant to save an elven race. then it talks about a girl named greta who is a special case when she joins the festival with "gusto" then the town starts getting pregnant and everyone acts like this is unheard of, then when people start getting pregnant her mom says that the festival is the reason. then greta becomes pregnant with one baby just one. what makes her a special case again when everyone else gets pregnant with just one baby? why is this so unfamiliar to alot of people in the town when its something that they do every year? and finally where are the elves? why even bring up elves if there is no purpose to them for the rest of the story? anyways... just kinda mislead me.