"We love what you've done to us."

“The girls and I were talking, and we’re in agreement: we all absolutely love what you’ve done to us.”

I chuckled. “I would certainly hope so. You all asked for it, and it’s not like I can undo it now.”

“Don’t get me wrong, we all knew what we were getting into – one look at your wife made that abundantly clear. But I don’t think any of us expected to enjoy all the incredible perks, either.”

“Like what?”

She gave me a lopsided grin. “You just love hearing about your handiwork, don’t you? Hearing the story of how you turned your wife’s three best friends into–”

“–you know I love hearing it from you every time.”

“At first none of us could believe what our skinny little waif of a friend had turned into. Tits as big as watermelons? A pregnant belly big enough to fit a dozen children? An ass big enough to cover a piano bench?” She shook her head. “Little did we know she was just getting started…”

“But, the more time we spent around her, the more natural it seemed. She was happier than ever, but more than that, it just seemed perfectly right for her to be so, well, womanly. And I’m sure I’m not the only one who found herself starting to fantasize about it happening to me, too.”

“When she casually mentioned that the two of you were thinking about opening up your marriage one day while we were all out at brunch together– that got our attention. For her to talk about it so casually, pregnant with twins and two more napping in the stroller next to the table, built like an absolute fertility goddess…”

“You couldn’t help but be interested,” you finished.

“Especially not after she couldn’t stop talking about what an absolute stud you were,” she added. “We didn’t take much convincing.”

“And now look at you.”

“I can only laugh at how small my desires were back then! I through it’d be nice to go up a few cup sizes, maybe fill out a DD bra or something.” She hefted her titanic bosom in her hands, the vast orbs each far, far too big for her palms to contain. “I think I’m even bigger now than she was on that day she asked us to join you in the bedroom. Forget DD-cups, I’d be lucky to squeeze my nipples into a bra that small!” A little dribble of milk formed at the tip of her tits, staining her taut white tank top. “And that’s not counting how much I swell up when I skip the pump for a few milkings, either.”

She turned around, showing off her vast rear. “And I’m no unbalanced, top-heavy bimbo, either. I can’t believe how huge my ass is now– do you think I could even fit into a big recliner? Or are loveseats my smallest option now?” Her ass wobbled like a punchbowl full of jello as she wiggled her hips back and forth.

“And these hips of mine – fuck, none of us are going to have any trouble popping out baby after baby, are we? Which is good, because you’re really, really good at putting babies in all four of us!” She turns around to face me again, cradling her titanic belly, stuffed full of a set of triplets – her second pregnancy, the first tipping the scales with a pair of massive twin girls. “Now I know why she constantly had a smile on her face; being this enormously, unbelievably pregnant is such a turn-on!”

“Which I have no doubt she told you over and over again.”

“Sure, but it’s one thing to hear someone say it, and another to experience it. And you know, as much as I love being this huge and fertile, it’s nowhere near the best part.”

“Really?”

“Nope. The best thing – the absolute most amazing thing in the world – is getting to live with and experience all of this alongside my three best friends in the whole world. When you’ve got all four of us lined up on the bed, fucking us into oblivion over and over, our massive bodies quaking with orgasm – that’s the thing I love the most. Being able to share this boundless, infinite love with everyone I love.”

“You make it sound much more wholesome than I think it actually is.”

“Wholesome or not, all four of us absolutely love the results. Now I can see that me just talking about how horny this gets me has riled you up, too – want to come over here and put your breeding cow to work? C’mon, fuck me right here on the couch, stud.”