Take Responsibility, Part 2 (Rapid/Hyper Preg)

Two sisters couldn’t be more different; Mary is uptight and responsible, Pauline sleeps around and parties. But when Pauline gets knocked up

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Two sisters couldn’t be more different; Mary is uptight and responsible, Pauline sleeps around and parties. But when Pauline gets knocked up unexpectedly, she comes crying back to her older sister, begging for help. But when Mary tries using a spell from an inherited spellbook - one she doesn’t even believe will work - it will change both their lives in ways they could not have foreseen . . .

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Take Responsibility, Part 2

Mary hoped that the change was temporary, that it was just a result of some hormonal imbalance in her pregnant body. She went to sleep that night, and the following six nights after that, hoping that her body would restore itself, and the strange, almost ethereal experience of sexual arousal and orgasm would not repeat. Unfortunately for the freshly pregnant woman, neither happened. In fact, both developments ramped up.

“Bigger again!” she cried one morning as she tried to fit her bra cups over her chest. “How can this be? They were snug yesterday, and now I’m spilling out of them!”

It was as if she’d gone from heavy C’s to outright D’s, large teardrop breasts with swollen nipples and dark areola circling them. They were heavy, and once upon a time she would have been secretly proud of them, equal to her sister in size - or at least near to her. But now it was yet another change that was coming far too rapidly.

"Everything okay honey?" asked Stephen, as she tried to push the rising flesh of her tits back down into the cups. "Woah, is it just me or are they . . . bigger?"

She nodded, clearly frustrated. "They are. They've grown again."

"Already? Wow. Looks like you might need some new bras."

"I'm outgrowing them faster than I can buy them!" she whined. Her chest wobbled on her frame, and she noticed Steven's dick was hardening.

"I'm sorry, honey." He approached and put a hand on her stomach. "It's just a result of the pregnancy."

"But it shouldn't be this fast! It's unnatural!"

Steven leaned over her, and nibbled at her neck. He traced a hand down over her chest and freed her enlarged boobs from their containment. Slowly, he fondled a nipple. She gasped. It was so sensitive! And it felt so good. Her body had never felt so responsive before. It must have been the pregnancy hormones . . .

“What - mmhm - what are you doing?”

“Making love to my beautiful, pregnant girlfriend,” he responded.

“I’m a cow,” she said, but still she exhaled sharply at his sensual touch. “I never expected to be pregnant. Didn’t - ahh - want to be knocked up like Pauline.”

“Well, she’s not pregnant anymore, right?”

“No,” she said, biting her lip he moved behind her, used his other hand to begin massaging her other breast. They were sore and aching, but his touch was a Godsend at that moment. “Sh-should be her. We were so responsible. Why d-does she get off scot free, while I’m - mmmhmm - stuck like this.”

“You’re not stuck like this.” He kissed her neck tenderly. Her nipples throbbed, yearning for more of his touch, and her pussy became damp with need. His right hand lowered to caress her swollen stomach, their two babies currently resting within. “You’re beautiful. You’re blessed. And your husband finds you so. Fucking. Sexy.”

She wanted to rebuke him. To tell him she was in no mood for sex right now. That he was mad for trying to cheer her up when he knew the plan was to be more secure, wait a few years, then maybe have one kid.

But for reasons that escaped her, none of that meant anything right now. Her body was needy, and just as importantly, so was his. She could feel his hard girth against the small of her back as he held her. They’d never been very passionate lovers, but now she felt a strong arousal, a desire to fulfil her husband’s wishes and be the girlfriend he wanted her to be. She turned to face him, and placed his palms on her swollen tits, savouring the feeling.

“Then fuck me,” she said. “Make me feel not like a fat hippo. Make me feel hot.”

He kissed her deeply, and she placed her arms around him, and they made their way to the bed. And somehow, impossibly, what followed was the most rewarding sex of Mary’s life. Not because of her intense orgasms - and they were intense - or her own hormones, but because of the way Steven looked at her as she came, and how his own pleasure was enhanced by her pregnancy.

It was only when the last aftershocks of post-coital pleasure left her that she realised how strange it was. She’d never been so submissive in bed before.

“Damn pregnancy hormones, I bet,” she said. She rubbed her belly, feeling just that little bit fuller tonight.

“Damn big twins, too.”

***

Another three months passed, and both sisters continued in their lives. For Pauline, it was a life of wild abandon and partying. She had established a wonderful routine, visiting the best nightclubs and finding all the best hotties. With her body restored, her pregnancy ended, and her worries ceased, she became all the more daring with her outfits. Tight cocktail dresses clung perfectly to her body, emphasising her magnificent bustline and rotund posterior. She looked like a pinup in profile, and she made sure to wear things that enhanced that effect. Even her girlfriends were surprised by how much she threw herself into celebrations and sex.

“You’ve become a real wild child Pauline, even for you,” her friend Cynthia remarked, laughing as they chatted at a bar together.

Pauline beamed, ordering another drink before she answered.

“What can I say, Cynth? I had a brief moment in time where it looked like everything was changing for me, and my days of fun and late nights were over. My sis Mary was over the moon, acting as if me being preggers was some just punishment to teach me a lesson. She couldn’t even help me without rubbing my nose in it. And to think we used to be besties! But just because I live my life having fun while she’s got a pole up her ass, she thought I had to ‘take responsibility’ and change all my ways. And each day I was getting fatter and less sexy and gross. It was like a bad dream, but like all bad dreams it ended. So yeah, I’m gonna be a wild child. I’m gonna rule the night and hold off on being like my sister as long as possible.”

Cynthia regarded her. “I mean, being pregnant isn’t that gross, is it? Like, I want to have kids one day. And plenty of women can be sexy while pregnant. Think about Di.”

Pauline shrugged. “Fair. Maybe it just wasn’t for me. My tits were blowing up, and anything better than these Double-D Degrees are a bit too much. Plus they were sore. And the kids were kicking. Leave it to someone else, I say.”

Cynthia leaned in close, almost conspiratorially so. “I didn’t even know you could get abortions at that stage. Wasn’t it, like, a little hard to make that decision? I mean, I know you didn’t want to get pregnant, and I don’t want to pry, but is all the partying to do with that? I mean, you’re not - you know - hurting, are you? Like, deep inside?”

Pauline actually chuckled. She lounged back in her chair, allowing her large breasts to rise and fall with measured breaths to attract the hot twenty-something man with the dark skin and defined muscles across the room.

“That’s just the thing, Cynth, I didn’t get an abortion.”

“Then . . . then they-”

“Nope, not that either. You’re gonna think I’m crazy, Cynth, but I prayed to the freakin’ universe to undo the pregnancy. I’m talking like a total rewind. And the universe answered. Over the next two months, instead of getting bigger, I was getting smaller. Instead of making milk, my boobs went back to these outstanding tits you see before you. And it kept going, until finally I was pregnant no more. Bam!”

There was a pause while drinks were delivered.

“You’re right, I don’t believe you. You’re telling me that the universe took your pregnancy back in time?”

Pauline smiled. “Yup!”

“But you still lost two babies, isn’t that sad?”

Pauline frowned. In fact, there was a small sadness there. A slight hint of loss that pervaded her. It wasn’t the loss of prospective motherhood, she was glad to be free of that. Rather, it was that she didn’t get to at least meet them, in some way. But there was a silver lining, at least . . .

“I’m not sad,” she said. “Because they didn’t just cease to exist. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, and what it felt like at the time. The last moment, the very last moment I felt pregnant, as I crossed that threshold to being just me again, I felt them leave me. Not die, not cease to be, but leave me. To be somewhere else. I could feel a . . . tether, of sorts, I guess.”

Cynthia exhald. “Well girl, I got no idea how true that is, or if you’re just making shit up, but I guess I’m happy for you. And if by some strange chance you are right, and the universe did answer you, I guess you can always try and follow that tether, huh?”

Pauline tilted her head quizzically. It had not occurred to her that she could try that. It was true, sometimes she felt the smallest of tugs. She downed her drink and stood.

“Maybe, you’ve given me something to think about, seriously.” She adjusted her perfect blonde hair over her shoulder, and pulled her top down a little so that her perfect cleavage was utterly inviting. “But for now, I’m horny as hell, and I want that guy over there to fuck my brains out.”

Just forty minutes later, he was doing exactly that, and she wailed in orgasm pleasure as he thrust his big dick inside her. As per usual, she felt no need to use protection, and lied about being on birth control. She had no idea why she was compelled to say this, only that it felt somehow ‘right’, and when her man of the night ejaculated inside of her, her orgasm was far more intense, and she felt lost in bliss. So it had to be right, right?

They lay back, gasping, him holding her bountiful breasts, and she shivered in delight. If only her sister could see her now.

***

At that very moment, a very pregnant Mary was gasping in the aftermath of a series of intense orgams that had wracked her body unexpectedly. She had gasped and groaned, clutching her now E-cup breasts, kneading her large, sensitive nipples as she was invisibly pounded between her thighs. Her panties were positively soaked, and her nipples pushed hard through her bra, outlining against the dress she was wearing. She had to regain her composure, before turning to the drive through service, where a very alarmed server was staring at her.

“S-sorry,” she said, practically cooing as a lovely little orgasmic aftershock hit her, “It’s just my b-babies shifting, ahh.”

“Um, sure ma’am,” the server said. He hurriedly took her order, and she received the large platter of burgers and fries she’d ordered, her face as red as a tomato. She left the drive through lane ashamed of what had just happened, but before she could even head home, she had to pull over again. As always happened with these random bouts of bliss, she felt a strange tensing in her stomach. No, in her womb. Like another small kernel of weight was added to it. She panted, shifting in her seat as the odd sensation continued to form, like a knot, inside her. It was the eighth time it had happened to her.

“S-so much p-pressure,” she grunted. She clutched her stomach, which utterly dominated her figure now. It was huge, far bigger than twins, and yet whenever she wanted to investigate it, to go see a doctor, she felt a sharp compulsion not to. It just felt . . . not right to let them interfere.

She arrived home, waddling slowly and cradling her back with her spare hand. Steven was waiting, having just arrived home late from work.

“Darling!” he announced, and he made his way forward to help her. She thanked him; she felt utterly bloated and flushed, but the way he held her and kissed her lifted her spirits somewhat.

“You shouldn’t be driving around late at night in your condition!” he said, helping her to the couch.

“I was just t-too hungry,” she said. “It’s getting more and more. This belly is getting more and more. I’ve gone from a hippo to a fucking whale.”

Steven gave her a sympathetic look. “And yet you still look so beautiful. I love these dresses you’re wearing lately.”

He passed her a burger, and she began digging in. Still, she gave him a sweet smile in response to his compliment. For some reason, all his sweet little encouragements meant so much more now, particularly when she was hormonal. It made her want to please him even more, and part of that involved changing up her wardrobe to a dress sense he loved. Steven got a real kick out of how sexy he thought those 1950’s and 1960’s wives were, with their figure hugging dresses that went to just above their ankles, and the waist belt that cinched in nicely. She had taken to wearing them more and more, especially as her belly filled more and more with the twins.

As with their much more active sex life, which involved more than a few morning blowjobs, it just felt right.

That rightness freaked her out. Something was wrong with her, she knew it. She was too big for twins; hell, her body looked like it was on the way to growing quadruplets. As the last couple of months advanced, it was like her rate of growth was increasing exponentially. Just as she’d said, her boobs had continued to expand, surging to become even larger than her sister’s, and they felt increasingly ‘full’, as if on the verge of producing milk. These changes were matched by a growing roundness in her ass and widening of her hips that her boyfriend just loved. Even her hair had grown unnaturally fast, flowing down her shoulders and possessing a gorgeous sheen. She had taken to wearing it in an elaborate bun, just like those housewives of old.

But the biggest change, of course, was the sheer size of her belly. She felt dominated by it. It was heavy, and her babies shifted and squirmed continuously, sometimes causing her to yelp. It made getting changed hard, and sometimes she was rather embarrassingly reduced to being barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen. She’d never been the main cook in their partnership before, but increasingly that was the role she was comfortable in, especially since she had taken maternity leave from work, and suspended her studies for now. It was simply too hard to stay on top of things, with a large mound that stuck out ahead of her, a taut dome that was rippling with life, so much so that she could have sworn there were three or even four children in there, not two. But when she told Steven, and he recommended a doctor’s visit, that strong push came to put it off. And so she did.

She finished her burger, sating her appetite. Her stomach was tight, the pressure a burden on her body. She winced a little, still feeling that new ‘pebble’ within her.

“So damn pregnant,” she sighed. “God, I feel like I’m nine months along, Steve.”

He sat down next to her, and rested his head against her belly. Within, the lives kicked and squirmed, causing him to giggle. It made her giggle too.

“Geez, you lot are already conspiring against me,” she said, poking her belly. “You better get used to Mom being the more bossy one.”

“Yeah,” Steven replied, “but you’ve been a lot less bossy lately. I like this pregnant you.”

She folded her arms over her prodigious breasts.

“You just like that I’ve got tits nearly the size of my own head, like Pauline.”

He shook his head. “No, nothing like that,” he replied, placing a hand on her belly and caressing it. It was a calming sensation, and it calmed the living contents within it too. “You’re just more . . . lively. I don’t know what switch flipped when you got knocked up, honey, but I love it. You’re cooking meals, you’re eating more, you’re relaxing, and you’re also . . . well, our sex life has been a lot more frequent.”

“Very frequent,” she said with a grin. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me. It’s not natural. It’s like I’m turning into your perfect little wife, churning out babies for you. Even wearing all these 50’s preggo housewife outfits.”

There was a brief pause, during which she sighed in contentment as he caressed her stomach. There really was no feeling like it. Then she realised he hadn’t said anything.

“What?”

“It’s just . . . you called yourself my wife. We never really did decide on marriage. I mean, I wanted it, but you seemed unsure.”

“Well, I want to,” she said, and her eyes widened. She hadn’t meant to be so nonchalant, and yet as always, it was the right thing to do. After all, she considered, it would be the responsible thing to do, before the babies arrived.

“Are you serious?” Steven asked. “You’ll marry me? You’ll be my wife? The mother of my children?”

“Ship has sailed on that last one, but yes, I’ll be your wife, Steven. I . . . want it, now.”

“I’m glad you’ve come around, then.”]

She bit her lip. “No, you don’t understand. I - I want it now. Oh Jesus, why aren’t I married to you? It’s totally irresponsible. We need to get married this weekend Steven, next weekend at the latest.”

“Woah now, that’s a little fast, isn’t it, I assumed that-”

She stopped him talking by pulling him close and kissing him deeply and passionately. Her nipples tensed, desiring his touch.

“Please Steven, I need it. I want to be your wife.”

“Okay then, Wow.”

“No, not wow. Help me up. I’m going to do that thing you keep asking to do. I’m going to bend over and let you take me from behind, so you can feel this belly. Feel what you’ve done to me. Think of it as a bribe to get married quickly from your future wife.”

Steven couldn’t remove his pants fast enough. When he entered her, she was already slick with fluid, incredibly aroused at the prospect of getting fucked. Her held her belly, holding up her dress as she pressed her large chest against the stove top.

“Mmmhhmmm . . . fuck, oh fuck! That’s amazing, Steven! You’re amazing! It’s - oh God - it’s so unlike me, but I can’t help but want it!”

“I’m glad you want it!” he replied, as he thrust deeper. Soon she was lost in ecstasy, her heavy pregnant body overwhelmed with joy as his large member pounded her. When he came, she came with him, her voice higher than normal, a sweet submissive soprano.

Afterwards, he helped her from falling down, her legs like jelly given the weight they supported.

“Let’s go clean up,” he said. “And then let’s work on getting a ring on that finger.”

“Let’s,” she said, still coming down from the sudden arousal, and her own impulsive declaration of marriage. “Holy moly, Pauline would be cackling at me if she saw me. Everything she was going to be - knocked up, forced to quit study and work, unable to party - all things I made fun of her for, are now what’s happening to me. I told her to take responsibility for her babies and change her life around, and now that’s what I’m doing.”

“Funny that, isn’t it?” Steven said, caressing her naked belly idly. “But it’s all worked out, even if it’s sort of like your situations magically reversed.”

Mary froze against Steven, going stiff.

“Like we’re magically reversed,” she said, pronouncing each word carefully. The image of the spellbook came back to her, the incantation that seemingly hadn’t worked. The translation that was difficult to utter. The same spellbook she had thrown away and had literally no chance of recovering.

“Oh, oh shit.”

***

The tether was hard to pin down, but its general direction was present whenever she reached out to it with her mind, with her womb. Pauline had been working on that connection ever since Cynthia had raised it, and as she drove to meet her sister for the first time in months, she felt it in the air.

“Well, you’re definitely out there, you two,” she said, though oddly, it seemed more than two. How many, she couldn’t say. She’d no idea what that meant.

She was dressed in a tight-fitting crop top that showed a taste of cleavage, a black biker jacket, and tight-fitting denim jeans. It was a sexy look, the kind of outfit she’d chosen to be a little provocative for when she saw her sister again. After months of no-contact, Mary had reached out to her. It must’ve taken effort; Pauline had changed numbers and banned her sister from her social media, but nevertheless a letter arrived at her new place begging her to come over for something crucial to discuss. She would have thrown it in the trash were it not for the many, seemingly desperate and genuine apologies strewn throughout.

I’m sorry I was such an idiot, sis. I was cruel and unfair, and I’m paying the price for it, I think. Please, come see me. Before it’s too late. I beg you. I’m so, so sorry. I want you back in my life, and I think you can help me. Or at least give me answers.

And so she’d set out, and she arrived at Mary and Steven’s place. Pauline took a breath, and knocked on the door.

“Coming!” a voice came. It was her sister’s alright, but it sounded different somehow. Almost higher. Sweeter.

The door opened, and Pauline blanched.

“Holy shit Mary, is that you?”

In front of her was the most pregnant woman she had ever seen in her life. Not grotesquely so, simply large and fertile and rounded, with a stomach that ballooned like an actual beach ball. She was adorned in a blue and white chequered dress with a waist belt and heels. She wore her brunette hair in a bun that was the classic ‘submissive housewife’ style, with a red ribbon to match. Her breasts were hidden behind the material of the dress, but their profile against it left no doubt that her previously flat-chested sister was now far more endowed than she’d ever been.

Mary blushed deeply. She was even wearing ruby red lipstick, which was very unlike her. “Yes, Pauline, it’s me. I’ve - ngh! - changed a little since you last s-saw me.”

“I’ll say. Holy fuck, Mary, you look like you’re about to drop a whole litter. I knew you were pregnant but damn.”

Mary winced a little, and for a moment Pauline thought it was a reaction to her stomach, until she saw a series of movements in her sister’s stomach, outlined against the tight fabric of the dress.

“Things have r-really changed. Ahh! Why don’t you c-come in.”

She turned, and waddled back into the living room, her rounded ass swaying hypnotically. As she turned, Pauline was overcome with the strangest sensation. That tether, the link to the babies that had left her, seemed far stronger now. Stronger than she’d ever felt it before.

“What in the hell,” she said, and she went inside. “Mary, something strange is going on here, I think.”

Mary gave a resigned chuckle, leading Pauline past a kitchen that had several cakes in mid-production, and numerous ornaments being constructed.

“You don’t say, sis.”

“And what’s this about? Steven start making cakes? Who are the decorations for?”

“I’ll t-tell you in a moment,” Mary replied, “but first I need to sit. Carrying a lot of weight at the moment.”

“Yeesh, you are. Are you sure you’re pregnant with just twins?”

Mary gave her a desperate look. “I - I don’t know. Look, Pauline, I wanted to reach out to you to apologise. I meant every word in that letter. I want my sister back. I was a foolish idiot and I said dumb things. On some level, I think I was actually jealous of you.”

“Well, at least you don’t have to be jealous of my boobs anymore, sis!”

Mary gave an embarrassed smile. “Ass too.”

“Ha.”

“But there’s more, more that you need to know.”

“Okay, then lay it on me.”

Mary did, retelling the story of the magic arcanum she’d used to try to make her sister more responsible. She left no detail out, no embarrassing fact by the wayside, and didn’t even try to make herself look good, or reduce the maliciousness of her actions. She discussed her own strange occurrences, the weird tensing in her stomach, the growing compulsion to be a perfect wife, how she was in fact about to become a wife. As she told her story, tears brimming her eyes, Pauline listened, not saying a word. She could not believe what her sister had done, the cruelty in what she’d attempted, yet at the same time her actions had inadvertently doomed herself and set Pauline free. But more than that, as the story was told, Pauline’s jaw dropped. That tether, that connection from her womb to someone else’s, was present. She could sense then, where her children had gone after the miracle - the one she had placed at the feet of the universe but was in fact a miscast spell from her sister. It was within her sister, too.

“I’m so sorry,” Mary said, tears spilling as she finished speaking. “I just don’t know what’s happening to me. But it’s connected to you. And to what I did.”

“It is, more than you know,” Pauline said. “I know exactly what’s happening to you Mary, and why you’re so big. You’re getting pregnant with my babies.”

Mary held her belly, tensing a little with the movement, but her focus was entirely on her sister. “Unnnh . . . wait, what?”

“Every time I have sex, and it’s a lot lately, even more than before I got pregnant, I feel this weird compulsion to not use birth control or let him have condom on. I can’t fight it, I’ve tried more than once, but I can’t resist the urge to let it happen. And each time . . . each time a man cums in me, I feel this strange tether form, like something was meant to begin but was sent elsewhere instead. I felt it with my twins, and I felt it just recently when I was getting fucked by this real hot - uh, anyway, I can still feel the tether, especially when I get closer to it. And sis, you’re lighting up like a Christmas tree right now. Your spell made you take on my responsibility. You’re the one carrying all the babies I’ve been making.”

Mary could have fainted. In fact, she felt woozy. “That’s - that’s crazy.”

“But it’s true and you know it. It’s also why you’re becoming like a total trad-wife or something. You’re gonna end up a housewife taking care of all those babies; it’s what the spell is pushing you to do.”

“Oh God, that’s why I have such an urge to marry Steven! It’s why we’re getting married this weekend!”

Pauline pulled back. “You’re getting married!?”

“Yes! I couldn’t h-help myself.

Mary flushed red. Her babies squirmed within her, and she grunted at their movements. She was so damn pregnant, and now she was beginning to realise it was with far more than just twins. What would happen when they were born?

As if in answer to that question, a sudden contraction ran through her body, a trembling tightness that made her clutch her rounded gut and gasp.

“Ooohhhh,” she moaned.

“What is it? What’s happening?”

“N-no! It wasn’t meant to happen yet. Oh, nnngh! I’m - I’m going into labour!”

Pauline gasped. “We need to get you to a hospital.”

She moved to call an ambulance, but her sister grabbed her arm. “No! We need to find the magic spellbook! I’m sure we can do it! Use that - anhhnnn - use that magic tether thing of yours to undo this!”

“I can’t undo it, sis! Besides, what would that even look like?”

A vein throbbed in Mary’s temple as the tenseness in her womb continued, intensified. “It - it would mean taking them back!”

Pauline blanched, pulling her arm free of her sister.

“What? As if! You’re the one who tried to curse me, remember? You just apologised for it. That doesn’t mean I’m just going to get super preggo just because you want to go back to being a ladder climber with a pole up her ass.”

Mary was furious, and desperate. She had meant her apology, truly meant it, but she wasn’t meant to be like this. Surely Pauline was meant to have them!

“It’s not fair!” she wailed. “I don’t want to be some submissive preggo housewife. I know the spell was wrong, and this is my fault Pauline, but you have to take them! You have to take responsibility!”

Pauline stood, stepped away from her sister as another contraction wracked her body. “You know what, Mary? I will take responsibility. I’m going to be responsible for my own life from now on, and you can be responsible for yours. I’m going to make the decisions I want to make, and you can learn what it’s like to have a whole heap of babies to take care of, like a good little wifey.”

Mary gasped. “N-no! You wouldn’t!”

Pauline gave a simple shrug. “Maybe I can’t even fight the compulsion, but I think I just won’t try, especially now that I know the shoe’s on the other foot, and I can finally teach my sis a lesson in humility.”

“You - NGGHH - you bitch! This should be you, not me! You’re the one who should have to suffer for your lifestyle!”

But Pauline was already stepping to the phone. She dialled the emergency number, and called in an ambulance for Mary. She wasn’t heartless, after all. She opened the door, and before stepping out, grinned at her sister.

“I’ll shoot a message to Steven as well. I bet he can’t wait to have a whole horde of kids. And don’t worry, Mary, I’ll make sure to have lots and lots and lots of sex so you never have to worry about not being pregnant again. Enjoy the tradwife life!”

Mary went to scream, but instead all she could do was clutch her stomach as it tightened. The kicking within continued, and she knew now what she had begun suspecting a while ago.

There were more than just two children in there. And with Pauline’s libertine lifestyle, there would be more to come.

Another contraction came, and Mary howled.

***

Labour did not take long. In fact, it was almost as if Mary’s body was made for pregnancy. Steven did make it to her side, and she held his hand as the contractions rolled through her body, pushing where needed. As the final stretch began, she was horrified to feel that first tingle of orgasmic pleasure.

“No! No, not noowowwwww!”

The intense sensation of being penetrated even as she gave birth rolled through her, and she moaned in pleasure and pain both as she pushed. As the first of her children began to widen her passage, preparing to exit into the world, she felt a small tensing in her uterus, and a new little pebble of mass settling there. She knew that it was another baby, courtesy of Pauline’s night time activities, but she had little time to despair, as she had to push once more.

“It’s not fair, it’s not aaaaAHHHH!”

But it was too late. Far too late. She was becoming a mother, and she knew that it would never stop. Already, her enormous breasts were swelling yet more with milk for her coming twins. She would have to nurse them, change them, raise them, be the perfect stay at home mother for them. And in just one month’s time she would be back, when the next baby had finished its gestation. And then the next. And then the next. She would give birth over and over as each child reached its full nine months, and unless Pauline ever gave up her life of sex and pleasure - an unlikely prospect - this would continue for years and perhaps even decades to come. A life of pregnancy, of breastfeeding, of being her husband’s perfect, submissive wife. Barefoot and in the kitchen, and always appearing like the classic 1950’s housewife, all smiles and all submissive, especially since Steven had such a thing for her pregnant. She’d be the world’s first perpetually pregnant woman, and all because of her envy and judgemental nature.

Another contraction came, and she pushed. With a great exhalation of relief, her first child came into the world. She felt it slide out of her, and its cries were immediate.

“It’s a boy!” Steven declared.

She sighed contentedly for a moment, and then the next contraction came.

“Push! Nearly done!”

No, she wasn’t. She’d never be done. Not while she was destined to hold the responsibility for all her sister’s pregnancies. Nevertheless, she pushed, and with another great sigh, the next child came.

“A girl! Darling, she’s beautiful!”

“I want to see them,” she said. Her nipples tensed, already wanting to be relieved of their produce. Her babies were checked over first, and when they were found perfectly healthy, they were placed naked on her chest. They were gorgeous, they were precious, and they reached out to her with adoring little hands.

Mary knew it was partly the compulsion, partly the magic. She knew factually, intellectually that she didn’t want to be burdened with endless babies. She knew this. And yet, lying their on her chest, mewling like kittens, eyes still closed, it was as if a maternal switch had been turned on. She felt a stirring in her belly of the others still being grown within her, and for the first time she felt as if they were hers, and not just a burden placed by Mary, or from her husband.

“Hello little ones,” she said, cradling them. Her chest ached, nearly lactating already just to cope with their needs, and the needs of all her copious amount of children to come. Maybe, just maybe, she could get used to being this way. Certainly, she knew, she had no choice.

Perhaps it was worth a try.

The End