Hitting It Big, Part 2

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Summary: Ruth has a massive pregnancy fetish, to the point that she fantasizes daily about becoming a mindless breeding cow, getting increasingly more pregnant and giving birth to endlessly more babies. Given her career choice as the local college’s librarian, she (just barely) manages to keep it as just a fantasy, mainly due to her financial situation. However, when she inexplicably wins hundreds of millions in the lottery, she decides to finally make her fantasy a reality. Idea submitted by Zork27 on SubscribeStar.

This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

Previous Chapter

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Ruth was finding it remarkably easy to get laid. All it seemed to take was a cute dress and a smile. The library proved to be the perfect hunting grounds for her, but Ruth decided it might be time to branch out to other places the third time she stumbled out of the shelves disheveled, with some jock and found Barbara sending odd looks her way.

Sometimes Ruth would wander around campus, imagining that she was a student again. She could feel peoples’ gazes following her movements. Men liked her long hair and her curvy body. It was simply a matter of picking out the ones who were the most strong; the most virile and masculine.

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“Harder Brad, harder!”

“It’s James.”

“Fuck, I’m so close!”

She could feel him deep and heavy, throbbing inside of her. He thrusted forcefully and groaned. His body pulsed.

Ruth arched and wailed, her thighs quavering. Then something extraordinary happened. She felt herself filling, getting tighter as her belly shuddered, inching out in subtle growth.

When they broke apart, both gasping for breath, Ruth rested her hand on her firm stomach. She was astonished to find that it was even rounder than before. Her pregnancy had popped forward, finding independence from her pelvis and causing her condition to present quite blatantly. It would no longer be a question to onlookers.

James threw her a glance and immediately tensed. “‘the fuck?” he choked out, sitting up and staring at her.

Ruth waved dismissively. “Relax. I was already pregnant. Well, less so. But it’s not yours. Well, not all of it…” Ruth puzzled on her own words. She wasn’t sure how this all worked in the first place. She just knew that the more she was fucked, the bigger she got.

“I’m out!” said James, getting up and hurriedly pulling on his clothes.

Ruth hardly refrained from rolling her eyes. “Shocker,” she said as she curiously stroked her curve. “Hey, before you go, do you mind passing me my—” The door slammed shut behind him.

Ruth sighed. As she climbed out of bed, she was intrigued by how awkward her body felt compared to when she had lay down just an hour or so earlier. She grabbed the bottle of prenatal vitamins off her dresser — Ultra Potency — and popped two into her mouth. She then walked over to her full-length mirror and took inventory of her body.

She looked pregnant. Really, blatantly, pregnant. She turned to her side in delight, cradling the swell. There would be no mistaking this going forward. She didn’t look fat or bloated, she looked very obviously as though she was with child.

Ruth was amazed by her own handiwork. She could have passed as being six months along.

She sighed contentedly as she stroked the mound. And to think, she had achieved all this in only a few days.

Ruth loved the sensation of having babies in her belly. It was better than she had imagined. Her body just felt so full and occupied, her skin stretched to accommodate. Sometimes she could feel a subtle lurching, but she knew it was probably just indigestion. It was too early for movement. Still, the whole thing was fascinating. This pregnancy was progressing rapidly, more babies populating inside her presumably with each coupling.

Despite her satisfaction, she knew that she could do better. She wanted to be bigger. Even more pregnant. And with no financial constraints, there was nothing stopping her.

Her belly gurgled. She rubbed it, idly. As desperately as she wanted to get bigger, she felt wiped out. Ruth decided that she could use a snack.

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Eating was just as productive as fucking, in a way. Maybe if she truly feasted, she could pump her bump up even more. Her babies needed calories.

Ruth went to a fast food restaurant she had previously had no interest in. But she knew the food here was absurdly fattening, hence its sudden appeal. She was determined to blow up her belly.

She waited in line impatiently, resenting the slow indecisiveness of the customer presently speaking to the cashier about the sauce offerings.

Ruth heaved a sigh. She was wearing a T-shirt and some sweat pants, as all of the jeans in her wardrobe could no longer button around her body. The pink shirt she was wearing had fit her loosely in the past, but was now skintight, and riding up her belly. It pulled down as far as her navel, but no farther. Whenever she tugged it down, it would progressively slide up again, exposing several inches of swollen skin. Ruth didn’t mind at all.

She noticed a handsome young man waiting in the line parallel to hers. He was dressed in a crisp suit, and appeared to be a few years her senior. He would regularly look at his watch. Ruth didn’t hesitate. When the man glanced her way, she flashed him her best smile.

His response was not what she had anticipated. First he seemed confused, then he gave her a onceover. Grimacing slightly, he looked away again.

Ruth was stumped. It was honestly rare that a man wasn’t receptive to her.

She looked down at herself, her hands cupping her bump. Suddenly she felt like an idiot for not considering the fact that most men would not want to hook up with a girl who was already knocked up.

This would certainly make things more tricky for her.

“Can I take your order?”

Ruth snapped out of her reverie to find that she had made it to the front of the line.

“Right…” she murmured. “Can I have five orders of your Big Stax.” She pointed to a displayed image of a monstrous quadruple-patty burger that was oozing oil and cheese.

“Just the sandwiches or the meals?” said the cashier robotically as he typed things into his console.

“I’ll take the meals,” said Ruth with a shrug.

“What size?”

“Extra-large.”

“Will that be to stay or to go?”

“To stay.”

The cashier glanced up, as though expecting to see Ruth accompanied by others. But she was alone. “That’ll be $62.50.” The cashier was unbothered.

Ruth gave him a $100 bill and told him to keep the change.

As she made her way to an empty table, she couldn’t help taking note of several more attractive men scattered about the venue. But they wouldn’t want her. Ruth frowned to herself as she sat down. It seemed that she would have to devise a new strategy if she wanted to keep her baby-mound growing.

“Order 382?” said a gangly young restaurant employee as he approached her table with a large tray piled with burgers, fries, and cups of soda.

“That was fast,” Ruth mused aloud.

“That’s why they call it fast food,” said the guy sarcastically as he lowered the tray to her table before walking away.

Ruth lifted one of the burgers and peeled the paper wrapping off. She took a large bite.

It was gooey and greasy, oil and cheese just gushing into her mouth. Just a few days ago, she would have considered it to be utterly disgusting.

But now, it tasted heavenly. She saw it as damn near medicinal. This food was going to grow her babies so everyone would see.

Ruth ate eagerly, but the food was just so heavy. To distract herself, she pulled out her tablet, searching topics on online forums.

‘Men who like pregnant women?’ Ruth tried.

She was surprised to find a whole channel dedicated to the matter. There were thousands of posts, countless men professing their adoration of the pregnant physique.

They just look so sexy and fertile.

its fucking hottt

The bigger the better!

i would do anything to hook up with a chick with a big fat belly

Ruth’s cheeks felt warm. Of course, it might have had something to do with the fact that she had already chomped her way through three of the huge burgers. She was panting and even starting to sweat a little. Her belly felt delightfully, achingly tight.

Despite feeling hints of nausea, she unwrapped another burger, and took a bite.

Ruth thought as she chewed. There certainly seemed to be men online who would be interested in her.

She hesitated, then decided to send a few messages. Some of the men on the forum even appeared to be local based on their profiles. She stuffed several french fries into her mouth, then resumed typing.

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Ruth felt like she could pop.

Clearly all those quadruple-cheeseburgers had been too much for her rather “untrained” stomach.

As she approached her apartment, she was surprised to see a stranger standing outside her door, seemingly waiting for her.

“Can I help you?” Ruth asked in confusion. It was still early, but the sun had just set. She looked around, feeling uneasy.

“I would think,” responded the man, his voice deep with the faint hint of an accent. “You invited me over.”

Ruth blinked at him. It took her a moment to make sense of the remark. “Shony780?”

He smiled wryly. “You can call me Tom.”

Tom was tall and attractive. He looked to be in his early thirties, and had a refined air about him. They had been chatting online not an hour ago. Sure, Ruth had suggested that they hook up, and had even given him her contact info. But she hadn’t thought he would spontaneously show up at her door. This was just too short notice for her.

“I didn’t think you would come over tonight,” she stammered as she wiped some lingering sweat off her brow. Her free hand was planted low on her belly.

“I don’t mess around when a pretty girl invites me to fuck her.”

Ruth reddened. She didn’t miss the bulge in Tom’s pants, and holy hell, he looked fucking huge. “God, I want to,” she blurted, breathless and flustered. “But I — I’m just so full.”

“I can tell,” said Tom, gazing at her belly.

“No, I mean, I just ate. Like a lot. A ton.” She still felt a little sick to her stomach, and certain body movements rewarded her with stitches of pain. Sometimes her belly would just shudder as though it might give way to the pressure inside of it. On top of that, she felt like she could fall asleep right where she was standing. Her recent influx of calories was making it hard for her to even think.

“I’d bet you can handle a little more,” said Tom, leering. “Something a bit different.”

Ruth really needed to sit down. “Listen, do you want to come in?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

Ruth unlocked her door and shuffled inside, wincing every few steps. Her free hand continued to rub circles on her firm belly. God, she was packed. Bloated and swollen. She suspected that she had come to look seven months pregnant after the meal she had stuffed down.

Ruth eased herself on the couch then slumped back, allowing herself to sink into the cushions. She spread her legs as she moaned, continuing to gently massage her belly.

Tom sat next to her, and just watched her intently. He was so handsome. It was all so overwhelming.

He reached out, but stopped himself. “May I?”

Ruth blinked at him. She nodded.

He slowly laid his hand on her swell. The contact felt good, his touch undeniably welcome. He slid up her T-shirt, settling the hem above her curve. Even Ruth found herself marveling down at her bump. It was truly insane how much she had transformed in only a few days.

He stroked her lightly, his fingers ghosting along her taut skin.

“I’m just so tight,” she groaned, arguing with her own impulses.

“You are,” Tom agreed huskily, still stroking.

It took no convincing at all. She was unbelievably turned on. Ruth took a shuddering breath. “Okay,” she managed, incapable of resisting the concept of another gift; another baby to fill herself with. “We’ll just take it slow.”

She gasped as Tom took hold of her legs, lifting them onto the couch so that she was shifted on her back laying across the cushions. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he leaned closer, pressing his lips to her stomach. Her eyes fluttered closed as his tongue traced her navel, which was still inward, but getting shallow.

“You’re a big girl,” Tom muttered into her skin. “Third trimester?”

Ruth laughed. “I’m only a few days along.” She opened an eye to see Tom giving her an odd look. Clearly he didn’t believe her.

“I just want to get bigger,” she managed hoarsely. “I wanna get more and more pregnant. Want to be a fucking cow.”

Tom was rock hard, breathing heavily. She suspected he was into this nearly as much as she was. “Turn over,” he ordered.

Soon he was fucking her from behind. It was less pressure on her belly.

She whimpered as her body rocked, practically bouncing with his forceful thrusts. Her belly was on the cusp of pain, but it still felt good somehow. And he was stretching her wide. He was the biggest man she had been with in a while.

“Fuck me,” she begged him, her body slick with sweat. “Fuck more babies into me!”

His thrusts became less controlled, then more drawn out. She could tell that he was barely holding on.

“Ngghhh…fuck. Please. Give it to me, Tom. Make me burst!”

His release was like a jolt of electricity twitching through her body, Ruth arching and whining, her belly tightening and swelling with a visibly quake, cumulating with her belly button popping out.

And then she was boneless. She could hardly hold herself up. Somehow she managed to collapse on her side, moaning and clutching her overstuffed stomach. It was sleek and flushed. Maybe it was her dizziness, but suddenly she looked fucking enormous!

“Fuck, Ruth,” Tom breathed. She could feel him staring.

“Yeah,” said Ruth faintly, before passing out.

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