Stone Valley 1- Spring Break
Part 4- The Conclusion
I didn’t have any classes scheduled for the first half of the summer semester, so I was essentially a barefoot-and-pregnant housewife, cleaning house and making sure dinner was ready when Gina got home. For the second half of the semester, though, I did have a class.
And Gina, of course, made sure she had the same class as well. We were apparently on the same track and there was no way she was missing a chance to show off her trophy.
On the first day of class, she dressed me in a black skirt that almost reached mid-thigh- short, but not quite as revealing as the original mini she had put me in- and a button-up blouse that had long sleeves, but tied off just below my breasts. I did get to wear panties, but not shoes.
I knew I wasn’t going to win any debate involving whether or not my bare belly should be displayed, but I grumbled about the shoes restriction. Gina just laughed.
“You’re my barefoot-and-pregnant girl,” she said. “Did you really think I was going to let you off the hook there? Besides, this is Stone Valley University. I assure you that shoes are [i]not[/i] a requirement.”
When it was time for class, Gina waited until the last minute to enter and she did so leading me by the hand. Although I was only about three months along, my futa pregnancy had given me a six month belly and it entered the classroom before I did. Several of her friends were in this class- including Anabell- and they offered a smattering of applause. Gina beamed and led me to a seat next to her and Anabell.
My cheeks were cherry red. Every student there knew I was the girl dumb enough to get myself seeded and I had the belly to prove it.
I managed to get through the fast-paced summer class fairly well despite my growing belly and increasing aches and pains. Of course, between school, keeping house and preparing to be a mommy, I was pretty busy, but nothing I couldn’t handle. Of course, everybody trying to handle my mood swings were a different thing altogether.
“Couldn’t you [i]order[/i] her to keep her thumb in her mouth or something?” asked Anabell one day after watching me launch an empty plastic bottle across the living room during a fit.
Gina giggled. “She’s just a bit hormonal is all.”
“She’s a category 3 twister,” said Anabell, “and that’s on a good day.”
“I heard that!” I said.
“She’s not [i]that[/i] bad,” said Gina. “It’s adorable.”
“Adorable?!” said Anabell and I in unison.
Gina giggled. “Yep!” she said. “Well, sometimes. Anyway, c’mon, guys...let’s get some coffee. Maybe cutie will feel better at the coffee shop.”
I opened my mouth to make a reply, then pulled myself short. I’d be sitting at the coffee shop topless if I wasn’t careful. I decided to stew quietly.
After a few minutes at the coffee shop, though, I did start feeling better.
“See?” said Gina. “Sometimes you just need a little perspective.”
The door to the coffee shop opened then and a mother with an infant walked in. The infant couldn’t have been more than a few months old.
“Awww,” said Anabell. “How cute! I want one.” She gave Gina’s belly a significant glance.
Gina laughed. “Good luck with that!”
Almost as if she heard Gina, the infant began crying. Within moments, her wails filled the coffee shop.
“Healthy lungs,” observed Anabell.
Suddenly I jumped up, hands cupping my boobs. “What the hell...?!”
Gina and Anabell stared at me. “What are you talking about, Kelly?” asked Gina.
“I’m lactating like [i]crazy![/i]” I said. “I mean, right now, even as we speak!”
I could actually feel my tits rapidly producing milk. My bra was completely soaked and I could even feel it coating the top of my belly.
Anabell burst out laughing. I gave her a glare.
“It’s the crying baby, cutie,” said Gina, who was trying not to laugh, but failing. “A lactating woman who hears a crying baby- any baby, not just her own- will often start automatically producing milk on the spot. And you being impregnated by a futa...well...when you do an emergency lactation, you’re [i]really[/i] going to lactate...as you’ve no doubt noticed by now.”
I had indeed. My boobs had actually swelled an entire cup size in the short minute the infant had been crying and the entire front of my blouse was drenched.
“I’m a mess!” I said, my cheeks burning.
“Nobody minds, cutie,” said Gina. “You’re an expecting mommy. You can’t control your body. It happens.”
I crossed my arms under my big boobs and steamed. Stupid lactating boobs.
At the beginning of August, I got a pleasant surprise.
“Hey, roomie!” said Jane, walking in with her suitcase. “How’s every little thing?”
I squealed and ran over, giving her a hug made awkward by my big belly.
“Omigod,” said Jane. “You’re huge! You look like you’re eight months along!”
“Yeah,” I said, “I know. I’m only five months pregnant, but I’ve got an eight month belly. And I’ve got full-bloom tits, too. Gina thinks it’s hysterical.”
Jane giggled. “It does work for you, you know.”
I chose not to answer that. “So why didn’t you tell me you were coming? And aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for school?”
“‘Cause I wanted to surprise you,” she said. “I transferred to Stone Valley U. so I could be with you when you deliver the puppy.”
I blinked, then squealed. “Oh!” I said, hugging Jane. “You didn’t have to that!”
Jane smiled and took her suitcase to the guest room. “I [i]want[/i] to do it,” said Jane. “Gina knows. She thinks it’s a great idea, too. She said with me here, there’s a chance the furniture will survive the rest of your pregnancy.”
I blushed. “I’m not that bad!”
“You’re not still throwing Cheerios all over the place, I hope.”
“That was just the one time! Well, two.”
“How many broomsticks have you broken so far?”
“Umm...well, the quality of broomsticks in Stone Valley sucks. They just fall apart in your hands, you know?”
“Where’s that chair that was in the corner?”
“It was an old chair. It broke. Somehow.”
“Why has this wall been repainted since the last time I was here?”
“Something got spilled on it. Accidentally.”
Jane looked at me. “You’re a natural disaster, aren’t you?”
I loftily pretended I didn’t hear that.
School started a week earlier in Stone Valley than in Darkview or Chrystal Heights. Apparently schools closed for three days during the autumn seeding season and for three days during the spring seeding season, so they started a week earlier to make up for it.
Having Jane around was great. It turned out she had a class with me, Gina and Anabell, so we had our own little clique going. The four of us were hanging out a lot.
Of course, that didn’t stop Gina from showing off my belly every chance she got. She would send me to school in a mini-skirt and belly top on one day and then tight denim shorts and a halter-top the next. My style switched from bimbo girl to farmer’s daughter to trailer park slut in the same week sometimes. It had been so long since I had worn shoes, I was afraid I’d forgotten how. I had to get regular mani-pedis and, now that my belly prevented me from seeing my hooey, I had to get waxed at the salon as well.
The bigger my belly got, the more Gina loved it. I was [i]constantly[/i] horny, but she was now as least as aroused as I was. I was used to giving her a blowjob every morning, but now even at school she was starting to make me get on my knees and blow her in the bathroom. And she was fucking my ass or pussy every night as well. She couldn’t get enough.
The first month of school went by quickly, although my belly got a little bigger each day. I weighed a little more than I had before this all began, but the excess weight was in my belly and my boobs, and perhaps a bit on my hips and bottom, but that was it. I was a pregnant Barbie doll.
It was almost three weeks into September and we had just left school to begin our three day holiday for the autumn seeding season. Jane and I stopped at the coffee shop.
I sipped my cappuccino and looked at Jane. “So what are you doing for seeding season?”
Jane smiled. “I’m going to lock myself in my room with a two liter bottle of Pepsi, a gallon of pistachio ice cream and the entire Twilight saga.”
I laughed. “Okay, good plan,” I said. “Still, you’re going to be in the proximity of not one, but two futas who would absolutely [i]love[/i] to knock you up and will if given even half a chance.”
Jane grinned. “I know,” she said. “That sort of gives the night an exciting edge, you know? Nothing like the threat of a non-consensual insemination to make a girl’s heart beat a little bit faster.”
I laughed again. “You’re a weird chick,” I said. “But you’ve been warned. If you end up with a belly, it’s your own fault.”
“I can accept that,” said Jane, “but actually, I’m safer than you think. It’s not me that Gina’s after. It’s Anabell.”
My eyebrows rose. Then my eyes widened in realization.
“Ohhhhhhh!” I said. “That makes sense! Anabell goes after Gina every seeding season and I bet Anabell thinks Gina will be distracted this year because she’s got me knocked up. Gina’s turning the tables on her!”
Jane nodded. “From what Gina told me, knocking up another futa is like the most impressive thing a futa can do. So apparently their contests are getting more intense each time. Gina is determined to win.”
I nodded. “Okay, that should make tomorrow night interesting. And at least I’ll get a break for a couple days. Gina’s not going to shoot a load for the next three days or until she nails a fertile belly...whichever comes first. So to speak.”
“They’ll be fertile for three days?” asked Jane.
I shook my head. “No,” I said. “They’re actually fertile for about thirty-six hours or so. It can vary a bit, though, so a three day spread is used to be sure.”
Jane nodded. “Okay, that makes sense.”
Seeding season was in full bloom.
Gina was stomping around the house. She was used to getting serviced in one way or another several times a day, and going a day and a half without was taking its toll. In an unusual switch, her mood was the dark and scary cloud in the townhouse.
Because she was on the prowl for another trophy, I’d thought she might actually cover up my belly for once, but no such luck. She dressed me in a two-piece French maid’s outfit for the evening, complete with fishnet stockings and a seam up the back of my legs. The V-neck pressed my huge boobs together and displayed far more of my pressed-together boobs than I wanted, but I wasn’t brave enough to complain this time. Being a two-piece, it prominently displayed my belly to her satisfaction and I was more than happy to leave it at that. Particularly since I suspected any complaints at all would result in me parading around naked all night.
The four of us were spending the night together. Ostensibly it was to have fun and play cards, but everybody knew better. It was going to be the stage for Gina and Anabell’s battle of wills. One of the futa girls was going to be knocked up tomorrow morning.
Shortly before Anabell was due to arrive, Gina took me to the kitchen. “All right, cutie,” she said, “here’s what’s going on. You see there’s four bottles here, correct?”
I looked at the four bottles and nodded.
“Each of those labels identify them as bottles of Stoneberry wine, a wonderful beverage that I’m sure you remember,” she said, laying a hand on my swelled belly.
I blushed. That was the stuff Gina had used to get me drunk the night she knocked me up.
“This is the stuff that works like magic on you non-futas. We futas are mostly immune to its effects, though,” said Gina. “But I’m going to work around that.”
My eyebrows lifted quizzically. Anabell was just as immune to this stuff as Gina was.
“Do you see these bottles with the corner of the label ripped off?”
“These bottles do [i]not[/i] contain Stoneberry wine. I repeat...they do [i]not[/i] contain Stoneberry wine. They contain a drink called Stonewater. Now, this is important. [i]Stonewater does to futas what Stoneberry wine does to non-futas.[/i] Do you understand this?”
“All right, then,” continued Gina. “You will only serve me from the bottles of Stoneberry wine and you will only serve Anabell from the bottles of Stonewater. Do not serve anyone else from the Stonewater bottle, because that stuff is frightfully expensive. Now, do you understand all this?”
I nodded. This would be easy.
Jane wisely stayed in her room until Anabell arrived. Gina was pacing and looking quite predatory, so Jane deemed that staying out of sight was probably a good idea.
Anabell arrived and walked inside, carrying a bag of snacks and chips. Unlike Gina, who was wearing a skirt, Anabell was wearing jeans. The outline of her erection could be plainly seen.
“Yep,” said Anabell, “I’m showing it off!” Then she looked me over. “Cute outfit,” she said.
Then Anabell hugged Gina and the electric tension generated from that hug was almost erotic. This was going to be an interesting evening.
“All right,” she said, “the table is set up. Let’s play some cards.”
“Yes, let’s,” said Anabell.
“Cutie,” said Gina, “go make us some drinks. We’ll set up the snacks out here.”
I poured the four glasses from the appropriate bottles. I handed them out seemingly at random, although I had made sure Anabell got the beverage I had poured specifically for her. Then we settled into our chairs.
“Before we begin, I do have to say...Jane, are you sure you want to hang out here? You are most definitely in the lions den right now.”
Jane laughed. “I know I am,” she said. “But as long as you agree not to physically jump me, I’ll agree to take my chances drinking with you.”
Gina looked at Anabell, who paused, then nodded. “Fair enough,” said Gina, and Anabell stated the same.
I grinned. I had already told Jane about the Stonewater. And since I had poured the drinks, her glass contained Stonewater, not Stoneberry. I believed Gina when she said she was targeting Anabell, not Jane, but it didn’t hurt to be safe.
“So how are we going to do this?” asked Gina.
“Teams?” said Anabell.
“That could work,” said Gina. “Me and Kelly against you and Jane.”
Anabell nodded. “Sounds good to me,” she said.
“[i]And[/i],” said Gina, “let’s make it interesting. We’ll play it the way Kelly and I played last spring...a strip ‘n drink rummy game.”
“Go on, Gina,” said Anabell. “What are the rules?”
"Empty your hand, your opponents takes a shot. Since we’re playing teams, every three hundred points you score, the opponents takes a shot and remove a piece of clothing. Socks and shoes together will count as one piece, so we're all wearing five pieces of clothing. And that includes Kelly, since she’s got two stockings, the apron, the skirt and the top. That means whichever team hits fifteen hundred first wins and the other team gets to spend the rest of the night naked."
Everyone looked at each other, then nodded to Gina.
“Also,” continued Gina, “the joker will be wild, but whoever gets it can put it back in the deck and make their opponents drink a double shot.”
“Wow,” said Anabell, grinning. “You’re certainly looking to get win this tournament. We may not feel Stoneberry as much as these two will, but it’s still going to be enough to get us tipsy.”
Gina gave an innocent smile. “I know.”
Anabell offered an equally innocent smile. No one at the table was fooled. It was on between Gina and Anabell.
Anabell shuffled and cut the deck. As Gina prepared to deal the cards, I went to the kitchen and got the two bottles we were drinking from. I went back out to the table and placed the Stonewater on Anabell’s side of the table and the Stoneberry on mine and Gina’s side. Gina and Anabell appeared too busy smirking at each other to even notice, however.
The game then started.
Things moved along at their own pace. We were more-or-less tied through the first half of the game and even beyond. Both teams passed a thousand and Gina, Anabell and Jane were all sitting in only their bra and panties. Strangely enough, I was more dressed than everybody else, as I had lost both stockings and my apron, but still had the top and skirt of my French maid’s outfit.
Then a number of jokers appeared and it seemed everybody was drinking. Gina appeared to be fine, since she was drinking Stoneberry wine, but I was losing track of what was going on. We continued playing and somewhere along the line, I ended up naked and drunk. Very drunk. In fact, it got to the point where I was having trouble standing. I could hear them making fun of me- apparently being pregnant, I had much lower resistance to alcohol or something to that effect- but I was couldn’t seem to form words to protest.
I tried to stay awake. I really, really wanted to see what happened between Gina and Anabell. But I was losing track of everything and the world was spinning. Another seeding season and I was again drunk off my ass and unable to stand. Jane tried to help me stand, but she was as drunk as I was and we both fell back onto our chairs, which struck us as hysterical.
Then I hiccupped, blinked and passed out on the table.
Sometime later I was vaguely conscious of someone getting me to my feet and helping me to my bed. As I squirmed into bed and tried to find a comfortable place for my belly, I mumbled, “Did we win?”
I heard Gina’s laugh. “Oh, yes,” she said. “We definitely won.”
When I woke up the following morning, I didn’t feel as sick as I had the last time I had woke up after a night of cards of drinking. But I didn’t feel good by any stretch of the imagination.
“Good morning, cutie!” said Gina’s voice.
“Oh, don’t be like that, cutie!” she said. “C’mon, get up. I want my blowjob now, dammit!”
I stared at Gina in horror. “Y-you mean...swallow...?!”
Gina giggled. “Relax, cutie,” she said. “I’m kidding.”
Oh, thank gawd.
“Because a blowjob just isn’t going to cut it right now,” she continued, “a blowjob just isn’t going to cut it right now. I need some pussy.”
Gina walked to the foot of the bed and pulled the covers to the side, leaving me laying on my back on the mattress naked. She reached forward, clutched my hips and managed to slide my ass all the way to the foot of the bed. She didn’t attempt to pull me off the bed, however. Instead, she hooked her arms under my knees and leveraged my legs in the air like a slut. Then without warning, she pressed the head of her cock against my labia.
My eyes popped open. “Hey!” I said. “Cut it out! This is embarrassing!”
“That’s too bad, cutie,” said Gina, “but you’re getting re-seeded anyway.”
And then she drove that rock-hard futa cock deep inside my pussy.
I fell back and moaned, unable to move as my body went rigid with paralytic pleasure. I was on my back, knees wide, my calves draped over her forearms as she proceeded to pound me silly. My big baby belly blocked my view of Gina’s lower half, but I could feel her futa cock driving into my wet, warm pussy without pause. Her cock was hitting my g-spot and every other letter in the alphabet as well. Her hips slapped against my ass as her balls slapped against my rear opening as her futa instincts drove her forward.
Finally she exploded into me, filling me with her futa seed. It wasn’t going to do anything to me that wasn’t already done, but it was still a breathtaking experience. And as she emptied her balls into me, I exploded as well just before once again spiraling off into unconsciousness.
By the time I awoke, most of whatever hangover I had felt earlier was gone. And for that, at least, I was grateful.
I had no idea what time it was, but I needed some coffee stat. I stumbled out of bed and put on a robe, then headed for the kitchen.
“Good morning, cutie!” said Gina, giving me a finger-roll wave from the living room couch.
I grunted, feeling the physical effects of Gina’s seeding assault earlier, and continued to the kitchen. Gina giggled.
I poured myself coffee, adding generous amounts of cream and sugar, and walked back to the living room. I sat on the couch next to Gina and took a swallow of coffee. Still tired and tingling from the effects of the reseeding, I closed my eyes and tried to get my bearings. Then I realized I could hear sounds of retching from the bathroom. My eyebrows rose and I glanced at Gina.
“Sounds like someone else is hungover, too,” I said.
Gina giggled. “Nope!” she said, beaming. “It means you’re not the only preggie girl in our little group anymore!”
My eyes widened. “Omigod!” I said. “That’s right! You got her last night! You got Anabell!”
Then I blinked. “Wait a minute...”
Gina looked at me bemusedly. “Yes?”
“You reseeded me this morning...” I said.
“Yup...” said Gina.
“But that means you [i]couldn’t[/i] have seeded anybody else.”
“Yup again,” said Gina.
“Then...that couldn’t be Anabell in there...”
“Almost there, cutie.”
My eyes widened. Almost on cue, the bathroom door swung open...
...and out stepped a brightly blushing Jane.
I blinked. “Omigod!” I said, stunned. “H-how...?”
Jane made her way to the couch and sat next to me. “Apparently,” she said, “that wasn’t Stonewater last night. All four bottles were full of Stoneberry. I got as drunk as you. Anabell was all over me.”
“But..but...that means you [i]planned[/i] this!” I said to Gina.” Both of you! You tricked us!”
Gina nodded. “Yes, we did,” said Gina. “For what it’s worth, I apologize, but you have no idea what the heat of seeding season does to a futa’s thinking. In fact, the biggest argument Anabell and I had was over who would get to seed Jane. If I hadn’t gotten you last spring, that would probably be [i]my[/i] baby in Jane’s belly right now. It’s almost impossible to think about anything else during seeding season. A futa girl will impregnate her own sister if she’s standing there. Why do you think they clear the streets?”
“Kelly!” said Jane, a hand on my leg, “It’s all right. I knew I was taking my chances, okay? Yes, they got me, but that’s how these things go.”
I blinked several times, then exhaled. I was still mad, but I got Jane’s point.
“All right,” I said. “I’ll be good. I’m glad you’re okay with it. But I’m still going to throw tantrums on my [i]own[/i] behalf, okay?”
Jane laughed. “I’d be surprised if you didn’t,” she said. “That’s who you are.”
“Oh, yes,” said Gina feelingly.
“Of course,” said Jane, looking at Gina, “that doesn’t change the fact that if I ever get a chance to get [i]you[/i] knocked up, you can count on a summer belly. Or a winter belly. Either will work.”
Gina giggled. “Fair enough,” she said. “Still friends?” she said, looking hopeful.
Jane glared at Gina, but it was obviously a mock glare. Then she smiled and nodded. “Yes,” she said. “Of course.”
They leaned over my lap and hugged.
I glanced around. “Come to think about it, where is Anabell? I would think she’d be here gloating.”
Gina slapped my leg. “Be nice,” she said. “Anabell woke up just before you did and went home to shower and change clothes. I expect she’ll be back tonight. I’m sure she’ll have lots to say to Jane.”
Jane put a hand on her belly and blushed.
Jane didn’t seem to mind being pregnant as much as I did- or at least she threw fewer tantrums than I did- so with the exception of Jane now sleeping in Anabell’s room, things remained pretty much unchanged at the townhouse.
I had to admit it was kind of cool that Jane was pregnant now too. I didn’t feel quite so fat and alone now and I didn’t feel like the [i]only[/i] girl dumb enough to get seeded. Jane’s entire body had blushed when the class applauded Anabell’s conquest the day we returned to school.
I did start wondering if Jane had set herself up to get seeded, though. She seemed a little bit too relaxed about the whole thing. Of course, she was a weird chick, so it could have simply been that.
Jane’s belly sprouted as quickly as mine had, so by the beginning of December she was sporting a pretty hefty baby bump. It was my belly, though, that was the topic of conversation. My due date was two weeks away.
“I can’t wait,” I said. “I haven’t worn shoes or jeans in nine months.”
Gina giggled. “It won’t be as easy as you think, cutie. There’s still going to be a bunch of futa hormones flowing through you. And giving birth is going to be a little different than what you’re reading on the Internet.”
“Don’t care! Don’t care!” I said. “Your reign of terror is almost over.”
“True,” said Gina, “so I better take advantage while I still have you. Waddle over here, cutie, and bring that adorable mouth with you.”
“What?!” I said, already moving toward Gina. “Now? You just fucked my ass an hour ago!”
“I know, cutie,” said Gina, lifting her skirt and lowering her panties, “but I can’t help it. With you swelled up so big, it almost feels like seeding season. I’m a walking hard-on.”
“I shouldn’t be giving blowjobs in my condition!” I said, dropping to my knees. “It’s not fair! I should get to mmmmpppphhhhh...!”
The rest of my protest was muffled as my mouth helplessly pumped Gina’s cock.
Finals in Stone Valley were held during the first week of December. This was apparently scheduled this way so that girls seeded in spring could be done with the semester before giving birth. Stone Valley was a weird place.
Granted, it nice knowing my pregnancy wasn’t going to interfere with my school finals. On the other hand, with school done and the baby due any day, I had nothing to keep me distracted from the fact that I was huge and miserable.
“My boobs are huge! There’s twenty gallons of milk in each one!”
“I know, Kelly,” said Jane. “the baby will be well-fed. Here. Have another pickle.”
“It’s already a thirty pound baby! My belly’s huge! I’m a whale!”
“I know, cutie,” said Gina. “I think it’s adorable.”
“I think she set a distance record with that pickle she just threw at you, Gina,” said Anabell.
“I caught a picture just as she threw it,” said Jane. “Facebook!”
“Good idea,” said Gina.
“And I just wet myself!” I said. I was breathing heavy.
Gina giggled. “No, you didn’t!”
I put my hands on my belly. “Wait a minute...I really am wet...I think...I think...ohhh...I think my water broke...ohhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhh...!”
Three pairs of eyes widened simultaneously.
“Omigod!” said Jane.
“It’s time!” said Anabell.
“Let’s go! said Gina.
We had prepared for this moment- or at least they had- so there was no panic or scrambling around. Jane went to the room and grabbed my already packed bag, Anabell ran out the door to warm up the car and Gina held my hand and walked me toward the door.
“You’re doing fine, cutie,” said Gina. “Just breathe.”
“I’m breathing,” I said. “A lot. Still hurts!”
Gina paused as Jane caught up to us.
“Do you think we have time for a quick bj before we go...?” asked Gina.
Jane’s eyes widened. “Gina!”
Gina giggled and started walking me to the car again. “Just kidding!”
“Give me a pickle to throw at her!” I said.
Giving birth was a strange experience.
Of course, I didn’t have anything to compare it to, but a lot of what happened wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. It was a futa pregnancy and that by definition made it an unusual experience.
I was trying not to fight it. Gina was holding my hand and trying to keep me relaxed while I focused on my breathing. My body was expelling my little passenger and I was perfectly happy to go along with that agenda. But the contractions made it feel like my body was trying to turn itself inside out from my belly. After three hours of this, I was drenched in sweat and finding it difficult to not react. Nurses blushed and shook their heads at my blistering observations about the joys of childbirth.
Then my body went haywire. Or so it seemed. Everything between my belly button and my spine was contracting...then it hit something sensual inside me and every contraction took on the same explosive intensity as an orgasm. I gasped, not expecting the sudden wave of heat and pleasure sweeping over my body. Impossibly, my nipples hardened and my pussy over-lubricated, making the baby’s passage almost effortless.
[i]Almost[/i] effortless. There was an impossible pressure in my vaginal canal and I put back my head and screamed. Then the pressure was suddenly gone and I fell back against the pillow, exhausted.
I lay back and worked on catching my breath while the doctor and nurses did their thing. I could hear them buzzing back and forth about something, but I was just happy the ordeal was over. Gina was stroking my hair and murmuring that I did great.
Then Gina squealed, forcing me to open one eye.
“It’s our baby!” said Gina, peering into the face of my little passenger. “Look at her!” And then she handed her to me.
Okay, I admit I fell in love with her instantly. I had gotten so used to thinking of my belly as a separate identity, I had never really considered the baby inside.
“She’s beautiful!” I said, cooing.
“No, I mean, [i]look[/i] at her,” said Gina. “Really look at her.”
“I see her, Gina,” I said. “I carried her for nine months as well. Remember?”
Gina giggled. “I know, cutie,” she said, “but don’t just look at her face. Look a little lower.”
“Well, she’s got both legs,” I said. “I can see that. And she’s got...wait a minute...she’s got...she’s got a penis...!”
“Yes,” said Gina. “A penis! She’s a futa, cutie! We have a futa!”
The doctor and nurses gathered around to offer our congratulations. Moments later, Jane and Anabell came barreling in. Anabell’s screams joined Gina’s.
“A futa!” said Anabell. “You have a futa! Squeeeeeeeeeee!”
Jane grinned and hugged me the best she could. “Apparently you’ve done well by Stone Valley standards.”
“Apparently,” I said wryly. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Oh! I have a present for you, cutie!” said Gina.
Gina swept back the sheet covering my feet. My bright red toes stood out like Christmas lights. Then she took out a pair of fuzzy slippers and put them on my feet with a flourish.
We all laughed. Then Gina and I held the baby and cooed at her. Then Gina and I kissed.
There was a stunned silence. Then Jane said, “Ummm...you do know the umbilical cord was cut, right...?”
I laughed. “Yeah yeah yeah,” I said. “I know, okay? Just because I yell and scream and throw things doesn’t mean I’m blind to everything going on around me, okay? And maybe...[i]maybe[/i]...Gina and I have something special, okay?”
And that’s when I finally realized Jane and Anabell were holding hands.
“Wait a minute,” I said. “You mean you guys are...?”
“In love?” said Jane. “Yup.”
“We figured you knew,” said Anabell. “After all, just because you yell and scream and throw things doesn’t mean you’re blind to everything going on around you, ya know?”
I threw my pillow at her.
We named her Amber. We stayed in the hospital for a few days, but we were home before Christmas.
Christmas was fun and festive, but we kept it low-key as I was still recovering from giving birth. I was young and healing quickly, though, so by New Year’s Eve, my labor and delivery were distant memories, physically speaking.
The new semester began. I took a part-time schedule and that made it easier for Gina and I to have alternating shifts with Amber. The rare times that both Gina and I were busy, Anabell or Jane were glad to babysit. The four of us were becoming a family.
Amber proved to be a voracious eater. I was breastfeeding her practically around the clock. My boobs remained full of milk and I continued walking around with double-Ds bouncing and sloshing all over the place. If I went more than an hour or two without feeding Amber, I came home with a soaked bra.
“Where does she put it?” I grumbled to Jane as I held Amber against my bare boob, her mouth unerringly finding my thick, sensitive nipple.
Jane laughed. “You could back off a little, you know,” she said, a hand on her big belly. She was about six months along, but it was a futa pregnancy, so it looked like her eighth month. “Maybe let Amber use the bottle?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I could,” I said, “but I won’t. At least, not until after seeding season next week. In fact, I’ll probably do this for a full year. You can’t get pregnant if you’re breastfeeding.”
Jane thought about that. Then her eyes widened. “Oh! Very clever!”
I smiled. “Thank you. I thought so, too.”
“I don’t blame you,” said Jane. “I think Gina wants to keep you perpetually pregnant.”
I nodded. “She does. And she’s got the money to do it. So I have to stay two steps ahead of her at all times. Literally.”
Jane giggled. “That should keep Anabell away from you, too.”
I shuddered. “Oh, yes. Getting knocked up by two different futa girls in the same year would be way too embarrassing.”
Only in Stone Valley could a conversation like this take place.
It was the spring seeding season and I had to admit I was enjoying the hell out of myself. I was actually getting to cocktease Gina and Anabell...and I was loving every second of it.
I started off by breastfeeding Amber right in front of them both...completely topless.
“Oh, my,” said Anabell, staring unabashedly. “Look at those big titties.”
“Oh, yes,” said Gina. “I know exactly what you mean.”
Then they stared at each other. With Jane knocked up and me lactating, the only available insemination targets they had were each other. It was making for a fabulously tense evening.
“You do realize,” said Gina, eying my flat belly, “that next fall, you and Jane will both be fair targets, right? In fact, I may even let Anabell swell your little belly while I put a bun in Jane’s cute little oven.”
“Oh, really?” I said. I smirked, then walked over to Anabell. I ran a hand over my stomach. “You want to swell this flat belly, Ana? You want to put a baby right here?”
All right, so I was overdoing it, but gawd, was it fun seeing Anabell squirm. I was actually getting aroused.
“C’mon, Kelly,” said Anabell. “Be nice. I already know you’re lactating, okay? Teasing me with it isn’t going to work.”
I was wearing a short skirt and I took full advantage of it now. I straddled Anabell’s lap and started grinding.
“Too bad I’m lactating, isn’t it, Anabell?” I said, practically breathing in her ear.
Stunned silence. I had caught Anabell completely by surprise and her cock grew into instant rigidity. My grinding on her cock was causing a rush of heat through her and she was suddenly having trouble focusing. Despite the fact she couldn’t get me pregnant, she was mentally balancing whether she should waste her shot inside me. I had managed to skew her priorities.
That gave me a sudden rush of my own.
“You better realize,” said Anabell, “that once I take out my cock, I don’t care if you can get pregnant or not, I am going to screw you silly right in front of Gina and Jane.”
My heart pounded. Was I actually going to pull off making a futa shoot a blank during seeding season?
Gina giggled. “Don’t let her distract you, Anabell. We’re going out hunting tonight, remember?”
Anabell’s breathing was ragged, her cheeks flushed. She tried to form an answer.
I spun so that I was facing Gina, though I was still sitting on Anabell’s lap. Gina’s eyes were bright with excitement and the outline of her cock was visible through her jeans. She was rock hard.
My own unexpected arousal had me wriggling as well. I glanced at Gina and she gave me a single nod, her hand drifting down to her restrained cock. She wanted me to do it. Perfect.
On surer ground now, I grinned and wriggled on Anabell’s lap without mercy. I was going to make the girl shoot a blank.
Anabell moaned and put a hand on my hip. I could hear her hand fumbling with her jeans. Then I felt her pulling my panties to the side.
A moment later, there was a pressure against my wet pussy. And then Anabell moaned into my ear and I was full of futa cock.
I waited several heartbeats before moving, just to be sure, but I still had control of my body. It was on.
Nine months as Gina’s helpless slut had gotten me used to having sex in front of my roommates, so I wasn’t distracted by observers. Of course, I was still a lesbian- that hadn’t changed- but there was definitely something erotic about being full of cock. I found myself responding to Anabell’s thrusts, grinding onto her cock. My heat was building and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.
“Oh, my,” said Gina, rubbing her cock through her jeans.
“Oh, my,” said Jane, eyes wide, her hips wriggling.
“Oh, shit,” said Anabell. “I’m too close. I’m gonna...gonna...ohhhhhhhh...!”
And just like that, Anabell shot her spring seeding season load inside me.
Her hard futa cock throbbed inside me as she filled me with her hot futa sperm. Hot fertile sperm...filling my non-conceiving belly. The rush of victory, my building heat, the erotic rocking thrusts...everything came together and I exploded on Anabell’s cock.
I was practically bouncing on Anabell’s lap as my orgasm took over. My nipples were rock-hard and my soaked pussy gripped her shaft with force. Our moans echoed throughout the townhouse.
It felt like our mutual orgasm went on for hours, but Anabell finally slowed down and then stopped. Then she pushed me off her lap.
“Grrrrrrr,” she said, apparently realizing she had shot her one fertile load. “Wench!”
I smirked. “Yup,” I said, fanning my cheeks. Despite my mind-blowing orgasm, I was still highly aroused.
Gina must have realized it. She grinned. “That’s all the futa pheromones getting you hot,” she said. “With two futas in full seeding heat, this room is a hot zone. And now that you two have gotten [i]me[/i] all overheated, you need to come over here and give me some.”
I giggled and approached Gina with an exaggerated hip-rolling walk. “So you want some of this too?” I said, making a show of glancing at her package. “But if you do, you won’t have anything to go hunting with tonight.”
Gina bit her lower lip, helplessly caught.
I glanced behind me. Anabell and Jane were watching breathlessly. I mentally shrugged and slipped off my panties. Getting banged silly in front of an audience twice would be embarrassing, but getting two futas to shoot blanks would be priceless. Besides, pheromones or not, I was still hot and aroused as all hell.
I swung one leg up and over Gina’s so that I was straddling her lap, facing her. I wriggled my hips, grinding my bare pussy on her jeans.
Gina’s hands moved helplessly toward her cock.
I leaned forward, pressing my huge milk-filled tits against her as I whispered in her ear. “Uh oh,” I said. “Are you going to empty those big futa balls inside me?”
Gina gripped my hips and pressed me down so my pussy ground on her jeans over her hard cock. “You do realize I will someday put another baby in that belly, right?”
I licked her ear. “You’re certainly welcome to try,” I said. “You just got lucky last time.”
Gina giggled. “You’re wonderful, you know that?” she said. “I really do love you.”
I nibbled her earlobe. “Mmmmm,” I said. “I love you too.”
Gina’s hands left my hips. A moment later I heard her zipper sound and felt her adjust her jeans slightly.
“I’m glad to hear that,” she said, angling her hard cock so the head was pressing against my pussy lips, “because, you see...”
Gina gripped my hips and shifted again, driving her cock into my bare, soaking wet pussy.
“...lactation doesn’t make you infertile with futas.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but my eyes widened as I suddenly became immobilized by pure pleasure. My head fell forward and my cheek fell against on Gina’s shoulder. I couldn’t move. My body was paralyzed by what felt like an amplified electric orgasm.
Gripping my hips, Gina stroked her thick cock deep inside me again and again, gaining intensity as she did so. All I could do was helplessly drool on her shoulder as she fucked my pussy silly.
“Wait a minute, Gina,” said Jane. “You mean you’re about to...seed Kelly again?”
“Yesssss,” said Gina, her breathing becoming more ragged.
“But...what about Anabell...?”
I heard Anabell’s voice then, sounding far away.
“I took care of myself earlier, sweetie,” Anabell said to Jane. “Part of the deal I made with Gina last autumn when I knocked you up. I’d help her put baby number two in Kelly’s belly...and I’d get a shot at putting number three there as well.”
“But how could you know how Kelly would react?” asked Jane. “She doesn’t normally have sex in front of people, let alone do two futas one-after-the-other!”
Anabell laughed. “True,” she said, “but we figured Kelly wouldn’t realize how powerful the pheromones from two futas in heat could be. She’s been drunk during both seeding seasons she’s been around futas.”
“And the control effect...?”
“..will be in full effect,” said Anabell. “Which means Kelly is going to be barefoot for nine months again while she carries Amber’s sister in her belly.”
“Omigod,” said Jane, giggling. “Kelly’s gonna be [i]pissed[/i].”
I tried to resist, but I couldn’t move. My heart pounded as I realized I was seconds away from being inseminated.
Gina hugged me tight and pressed her lips to my ear. She paused for a moment, then plunged her cock all the way inside me. “Guess what, cutie?” she said, her cock thickening inside me as she started filling my fertile belly with her hot futa semen. “You’ve just been seeded!”