Asexual Reproduction, Part 4

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Summary: Following her eighteenth birthday, Cona begins her inauguration as queen, and starts to undergo daily pregnancies, giving birth to an egg at midnight every night. This will go on for 1 year until the village is populated with a new generation of children. But when an oddity occurs, and two other princesses are discovered, Cona begins to explore her options… Contains: Belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, pregnancy, egg laying, and more.

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Cona tried to be friendly. “What’s your name?”

“S-Susana,” the other girl mumbled.

“Susana. Well it’s lovely to meet you, sister.”

“S-Sister…” Susana echoed.

Cona leaned over slightly, barely containing a sour expression as she leaned against the unfamiliar mound on her lap. She reached out, and offered the smaller girl her hand.

Susana hesitated, then reached out, and accepted the handshake.

Cona was amazed by how much Susana resembled her. Though Susana was smaller, and certainly thinner, they were nearly identical. Susana also seemed to carry herself differently, her shoulders rounded and her head bowed. She had been a peasant, Rowena had said.

Cona hesitated. “Do you mind if I…” Cona reached out, and Susana stiffened, as though in fear. Cona simply pulled back some of Susana’s uneven hair, and marveled at the infinity birthmark behind her ear, some of it disappearing behind her hairline. It was identical to Cona’s!

How is this possible? Cona wondered, marveling at the other girl. And as she did, she felt some of the guilt she had been carrying wash away. As there was, by some blessed miracle, another princess, it left less obligation on Cona. It meant that there would be less damage to be done by the tentative plans that had been circulating in Cona’s mind for a while now.

Cona had heard of a witch on the outskirts of the city—a powerful one. She could put an end to these pregnancies. For a while, it had just been a mere fantasy to Cona—there was no way she could live with ending the Murkle race just based on her own selfishness. But now that things had changed. Now that there was Susana to happily take the burden…

“Mmmgghh…” Cona grunted quietly, as her mass tightened. She rubbed her hands up and down her swollen belly. It was getting late, and she was dreading the upcoming birth.

Cona reached down, and plucked a fat, cheese-filled dumpling up from one of the plates and into her mouth. “Eat up,” she said, after she had chewed and swallowed. She forced a smile. “Mother says it makes for an easier birth.”

Susana just watched her warily. She was still compulsively stuffing her mouth. Poor thing. She was half-starved.

Cona continued to smile absently as her mind wandered. So it was decided. She would sneak off first thing in the morning, when she was a bit more nimble and rather less—girthy.

It didn’t solve the problem of the midnight birth, but Cona would simply have to endure it. And hopefully this would be the first and only egg she would have to produce before the good witch cured her of this sacred affliction.

As Cona again rubbed her fingers over her tight mound, she flinched slightly as she felt her belly button pop out. “Hahhh…hahhh…” she breathed, continuing to massage her pressurized mass. She was beginning to look as though she had a volleyball stuffed under her dress. How on earth could she be expected to pass this?

“Susana, my dear,” Rowena swept in, flanked by two female attendants. She looked around at some of the emptied plates. “It looks like you’ve been eating. Splendid! Now it’s time to get you fitted for some new clothes.” The attendants stepped forward with towels bared, and began to help Susana to her feet.

“Oh she’s terribly thin,” Rowena fretted to herself, nipping down on dark red bottom lip. “How on earth will she birth it? You just have to keep eating, dear!”

Cona didn’t think Susana intended to stop.

“Oh, how is this possible?”

Cona could sympathize with the Queen’s anxieties. The kingdom had been preparing for the birth of 365 eggs in 365 days. No one had anticipated a second princess, or that the birth rate would be doubled. The kingdom hardly had the resources to feed 730 new mouths, let alone the space or the people to bring them up.

Hopefully my opt-out will be more a blessing than a curse, Cona thought deviously.

The attendants patted Susan dry and helped her out of the tub, after which Rowena released a sharp gasp, and Cona could tell why. Her own jaw was hanging slack.

Susana, miracle that she was, was now bigger than Cona. Not in stature, muscle, or generalized weight. But in her belly, she was larger and rounder, the mound overwhelming on the skinny girl’s small frame. Cona rose from her chair, which only seemed to emphasize this difference between the two girls. Cona’s own mound was stretching her dress tightly against her. But Susana, though she was smaller, would have no hope of fitting the dress. Susana looked down at herself, wide-eyed, and seemed to come to same realization. She wobbled somewhat, clearly off-balance, and the attendants gripped her arms.

“Ohhh…” Susana moaned, one of her hands moving to her lower back. She arched it, only managing to push her basketball-sized mound out even more. “Wha—why…nnrrrgghhh…” she groaned, and Cona could see her belly tighten, her navel seeming to pulse.

“Oh my,” said Rowena, looking something between stunned and horrified. She trembled slightly then forced a grin. “Well! Off to the seamstress with you.”

The attendants draped Susana in a silk robe that didn’t fully accommodate her, and Cona was regretful as her sister’s mound disappeared from view. She had wanted to study it. Was it firm or soft? Why had Susana grown so rapidly, skinny as she was? Susana continued to quietly groan as she was escorted out of the room.

Cona looked up at Rowena, who was staring off blankly. The Queen seemed to blink out of her reverie, then she directed a tight smile towards Cona.

“How are you dear?”

“Fine…” said Cona reluctantly. She knew better than to gripe about her various discomforts. Her belly was resting heavily on her hips, and was chronically getting larger. Cona also noticed that her flat chest was getting sore and tender.

“You’ll need to see the tailor, yourself,” Rowena teased, as she smoothed her hand again Cona’s tight gown. Cona sighed as the Queen’s hand ran along her belly. It was full, tight, and quite heated. It felt so strange to be carrying the firm mass inside her. Most of the time, she was concerned about breaking it. Cona knew about the importance of “insulation.” As an after-thought, she reached down and lifted another dumpling. But she found herself simply staring at it.

“Almost time,” Rowena intoned fondly, perhaps admiring the way Cona’s belly was beginning to swell over her flanks.

Cona gulped. “Is it going to be hard?”

Rowena’s face fell. “Well…that depends,” she said empathetically.

“How will I be in the morning?”

“Exhausted, I would think.”

Cona nodded to herself. “Will we be…together?” She nodded to where Susana had exited.

Rowena tilted her head. “Do you want to be?”

Cona furrowed her brows for a moment. “Yes,” she decided. Despite her revulsion towards the whole affair, it was a relief not to be in it alone. Cona was a people person, and she wanted to stick with Susana even for the short time they would both be there.

“Then you will be together,” Rowena assured her. “Now come along. Time for a change, and then dinner.” She put a hand on Cona’s back and guided her to the door.

Cona frowned to herself as she realized how badly she was waddling now. She paused and scrunched her face as she experienced another growth. She groaned quietly as her dress tightened more, Rowena’s hands rubbing up and down her back, comforting her.

When Cona opened her eyes, the Queen was frowning, as if trying to figure out whether Susana was big or Cona was small.

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Cona had experienced several more growth spurts throughout a large dinner of buttery pastas and heaps of softened meats. She had even more when she retired in her quarters with a book, her attendants constantly reminding her at eat, and so she occasionally popped the surrounding treats into her mouth. She felt fat an uncomfortable, her loose gown tenting out with her girth. Her breasts seemed somewhat fuller and softer. Her hips ached and her back was sore.

Her belly button bulged out like a ripe grape, and midnight wasn’t long off. Cona found herself shifting constantly, but no position seemed to relieve the pressure of the egg. She was just grateful that after the birth she would be able to get a good night’s sleep.

An attendant appeared, and gently removed the book from Cona’s hands. Her name was Tina, and she seemed to be specifically assigned to her. “Come along, princess. It is time for the final preparations.”

Cona nodded reluctantly, and allowed herself to be helped to her feet. She waddled along behind the attendant, clutching at her large belly, and hoping that the birthing chamber wasn’t far.

To her relief, it was just down the corridor from her quarters. It was uncomfortably warm, but cozy. The rug was soft and fluffy, and a variety of lounge chairs, couches, and ottomans decorated the room. There was a roaring fire cracking under the mantle—the eggs would necessitate a constant source of heat, once separated from their mothers’ bodies.

“Where do I go?” said Cona nervously.

“Wherever you feel comfortable,” Tina responded.

Cona waddled a bit farther into the room. “Ohhhhh…” she groaned, hunching down to hug her belly as it surged out a full inch. “Is Queen Rowena coming?” she gasped out.

“I’m afraid not.”

“Mmmm…” Cona hadn’t really expected she would. Her loins tingled, and she blushed as she felt herself getting wet.

“It’s all natural,” Tina assured.

Cona nodded feebly, rubbing her hands up and down her mound as it tightened yet more.

Cona turned as the door opened again behind her, and she found herself staring in shock at her sister.

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