"I Love What You've Done To Me"
“I love what you’ve done to me,” she purred, lying on the bed, sheets pooled around her hips.
“Is that so?” I said, running a finger along her side. “What part do you like best?”
She shifted her weight, the bed creaking quietly. “Oh, you can’t make me choose…”
She started by cupping her enormous boobs. “These just keep getting bigger and bigger. I thought I was big back then, but these make the old me look positively underfed! Forget about burying your cock in my cleavage, I can bury your entire waist between my tits and still feel them pressing together behind you. And forget squeezing them into bras. I don’t think I’ve even managed to get a blouse buttoned up properly in months. Even tying them off, I can’t hide these monsters, or my nipples!”
Her comparatively tiny hands groped around and closed around her fist-sized nipples. “And they’re not just for show–” She squeezed and groaned as milk practically fountained out of her, her salad plate-sized areola plumping up like rising dough. “I’m so damn productive I put holsteins to shame; hell, I probably leak more milk just jiggling around the house than most cows give in an entire day!”
She rolled onto her side, her hips rising into the air like a mountain. “Then there’s my lower half, which have certainly kept pace with my boobs. Did you know I got stuck trying to walk into our closet yesterday? I’m so damn wide I can’t even fit through a wide door anymore without shimmying sideways a little – but that’s probably not going to work for too much longer because my ass is keeping up, too!”
She clapped her hand onto her vast derriere, the ripples sending it jiggling to and fro as she talked. “I fill park benches now, thanks to you, and I can feel the stares. ‘She’s so big!’ ‘My ass isn’t like that, right honey?’ That snooty housewife across the way always flexes her pert little butt when she jogs by, and I swear I could crush her beneath just one of my cheeks without even breaking a sweat.”
“You’re leaving out one very important part, though,” I said, forcing myself to look concerned. “I hope you haven’t overlooked it.”
She make a look of mock horror at me. “Overlooked it?! Why, I don’t know what you mean. I was just saving that for last.”
She shifted her weight again and pulled herself into a sitting position. “When you did this to me, I told you that it was clear that you’d rebuilt me into a woman who was good for one thing and one thing only, and my god, have we made good on that promise.”
Her hands gently cradled her belly, which was swollen up to an obscene scale, the skin smooth and taut. “You knocked me up good, you know. Probably that morning, but hard to know for sure when exactly it took hold. You probably came in me enough to fill a bathtub and I was still begging for more. And now you can’t even see my knees when I sit like this; I’m a fertility idol’s wet dream. A paragon of fecundity! My entire body has been warped to serve as garden for our children. I’m so pregnant I swear I’m knocking up other women who happen to look at me funny when I set foot outside.”
“And…?”
“And I love it so much more than I imagined I would. I thought for sure I’d enjoy being a mother, but now I want to stay pregnant forever! Fill me up with your cum over and over, until they give me a frequent-flier card at the OB/GYN! I want the other mothers at the playground to stare at me in envy as I waddle around with tits as big as blimps and a belly the size of a small car, our enormous brood of children gathered around me!”
“You want an even bigger belly?”
“Fuck, if you could cum hard enough to knock me up even more right now, I’d beg you to in a heartbeat. Nothing is too big, I love being a whale for you, and I love when people stare at me and can see that I’m filling all those promises that my body made!”
Her legs clapped together, thighs jiggling, as she shuddered and came just thinking about how sexy she was now.
“Fuck me again, I’m so horny I can’t think straight!”