Baby Machine

DAY 1

Helen kissed her husband Dave goodbye and waved as he ran out to catch his taxi to the airport. A whole month apart for the recently-married couple might have seemed a disappointment in most other cases, but for Helen it was a blessing in disguise.

The two of them had discussed it, and definitely wanted to have a big family. However, when they’d gone to the doctor to discuss this, he’d had to break the bad news that Helen was nearly sterile – her ovaries, while healthy, were refusing to pump out ova on the expected schedule. “Now, there’s normally not much we could do about this, but a colleague of mine is running an experimental trial for a set of pills to solve this exact problem.” They’d eagerly agreed, but the trial meant that they had to refrain from intercourse for an entire month during the treatment. With Dave headed out of town on a long-lasting business trip, it was the perfect time to try the treatment out.

Helen pulled out the little bottle of pills. “Once a day for an entire month,” she read off. “Easy enough.” The pellet-sized pink pill washed down easily with a glass of water.

DAY 5

Helen veritably skipped into the kitchen to take her little pink pill. She wasn’t sure if it was a placebo effect or something, but she’d felt incredible ever since she’d started taking the little fertility boosters. More energy, colors seemed brighter… the only downside was a commensurate uptick in her libido, which Dave’s absence only served to highlight. Still, they were video-chatting almost every night, and Helen had already given Dave a little thrill by describing exactly how horny she was now for his cock, and exactly what she was going to do to him when he got back into town.

DAY 9

“Look, they’re bigger, Dave,” Helen said, sitting in front of her laptop and cupping her breasts in her hands. Her breasts were swollen, from nice perky B-cups into heavier D-cup hangers, a change that had happened seemingly overnight. “My whole body’s getting ready to be knocked up with our children.”

Dave was wordlessly jerking off, his mouth lolling open, as his wife lifted one of her fat nipples to her mouth and sucked on it for a moment. “No milk yet,” she said, pouting. “But we’ll fix that soon enough, won’t we?”

“Fuck!” Dave hissed as he came, spurting wildly as his wife taunted him through their webcam.

DAY 16

The little pink pill went down without even needing water; Helen was a pro at this point. Helen patted her belly contentedly, imagining the hormones rushing through her system and cranking up her fertility even further. Her formerly-slim torso now paunched outward slightly. She assumed this was a sign that her ovaries were finally doing their jobs, powering up her entire reproductive system in preparation for her husband’s triumphant return. Plus, she could pretend she was already a few months along, barely showing but so proud everyone around her would know she was pregnant. And if they couldn’t tell, well, she would tell them, brag about her fertility, rub their noses in it. She couldn’t wait.

DAY 20

“Just sit right there and let your wife do a little dance for you,” Helen said to her webcam, smiling. She’d looked up striptease techniques online, and decided that it’d be fun to try them out on Dave while he was three thousand miles away and couldn’t touch.

She wiggled and jiggled for the camera, her bulging form a far cry from just three weeks ago. Her breasts had gone up another cup size, E-cup whoppers she loved encasing in low-cut t-shirts and watching people’s eyes fall directly into the deep cleavage she presented them with. And her paunch had grown into a full-blown potbelly, low-slung on her hips and very firm. She caressed it for the camera, running her fingers along its sides.

She felt an overwhelming fullness radiating from her belly. Not the sort that she felt after eating a large meal (although her appetite had gone up lately), but a deeper, more muscular stuffing, as if someone had been shoving tennis balls into her womb every night while she slept, every night cramming more and more into her. It was exhilarating.

As she dropped her bra, she turned back to the camera to see Dave panting with lust, his cock already exhausted, his eyes slightly glassy. She’d driven him over the edge twice, and he was spent. Blowing him a kiss, she said goodnight and turned off the cam, then fell into bed and masturbated to her own explosive orgasm.

DAY 27

“Is this what pregnant women feel like all the time?” Helen wondered as she pulled herself out of bed, her belly jutting forward like the prow of a ship. She was bloated and heavy, her belly now unmistakably the same size and shape of a woman with child. She squeezed it, and was rewarded with the same strange sloshing sensation she’d had now for a week. Almost immediately, she clenched up with a minor orgasm, just from the pressure of her belly on her crotch.

“I’m like a baby machine,” she said, eyeing herself in the mirror. Her tits were mouthwateringly-large, and her hips, which had been stubbornly slow to react to the hormones she was popping down every day, had finally decided to widen, adding three inches in the last six days and leaving her very sore.

She walked into the kitchen and downed one of the last remaining pills. “Just three left,” she said, smiling. That meant just three days until her husband got home and they could put all this baby-making gear to use.

DAY 30

His flight got in at 4:30 PM. Helen had the entire house cleaned, down to the slats on the blinds – she’d been in “nesting” mode for days now. She was barely wearing clothes anymore, having outgrown her bras a week ago and her shirts yesterday. The only options were stretchy tops that showed off far too much skin to venture out of the house in, or simply go topless. She often chose the latter.

“Honey, I’m home!” Dave’s voice echoed through the house.

“I’m upstairs!” Helen called back, her womb twitching at the thought of her man’s cock finally being so close-at-hand.

“Where are you,” he called as he walked up the stairs. “hiding somewhere?”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” she taunted back.

He stepped around the corner and into the master bedroom, and the joke on his lips died at the sight. Helen was splayed out on the bed, legs wide open, body heaving with arousal. “Well? What are you waiting for?” She said, peering around her fat belly at him. “Your wife has been very patient.”

Dave probably set a world record at that moment for how fast a man can undress from business-casual clothes. Within moments, he had undressed and darted forward to slam his painfully-erect cock into her waiting vagina.

“Fill me, fill me, fill me up!” she shrieked as Dave thrust into her, his hands roaming over her bloated form. “I wanna have your babies!”

He stabbed forward and came, gushing heavily, then simply continued fucking as if nothing had happened. They were both too aroused to care.

DAY 31

During the night, Helen’s egg-packed womb dealt with the inundation of sperm the only way it knew how – mass fertilization. The literally thousands of eggs stuffed into her body, as well as the hyper-sized uterus and ovaries, began to grind into gear, and hundreds of fertilized eggs began to implant into her uterine wall. In short, Helen had become the most fertile woman on the planet in the space of a month, and her body was making sure she took full advantage of it.

As light broke in the young couple’s bedroom that morning, Helen woke up and caressed her bulging belly, imagining Dave’s sperm finally finding the target they had been searching for – a single healthy ovum. She grinned as Dave let out a light snore next to her. They’d really worn each other out last night.

“I’m going to be such a good mom,” Helen said, smiling innocently.