Chapter 6 - The Fruits of Pregnancy

Anna opened her eyes. The orbs were shockingly white, like the blind mole's defunct organs. The faded remains of two concentric rings were still visible, her pupils very diluted with white. They mirrored her mind: Clouded by a thick fog. She was dully aware of past life, but no details, only her name remaining. Her hair, once brown, had turned the shade of dullest black. Her skin, once sagging and decayed, had revitalized. Her small breasts had grown into a mighty bosom that sat on her chest like two melons. Her body was the fresh, healthy colour of treed leaves, her skin supple and strong. She still hung by her arms, which were anchored to the cieling by strong tentacles. More of the things bound her ankles and knees in place. The eyes looked around intently. Some chemical signal had woken her up. She noted with some excitement that her pussy was still dripping wet.

A tentacle rose up out of the ground. It was time for her daily feeding. Anna, without pause for thought, opened her mouth stuck her tongue out, begging for its mushroomed head. It immediately began to pump its life-giving ooze into her. Thick and creamy, it tasted like fatty cow's milk. It was thick and good, and she sucked on the tentacle lovingly, trying to get more out of it. The thing obliged, and filled her up with milk. She received the stuff with her tongue. She swilled it around her mouth, enjoying its flavor. Still sucking on its head, she brought one hand down and started to pump it, while starting to play with herself with the other.

The milk splattered into her open body cavity, and some of it dripped out of her nethers. Anna's sense of touch buzzed as the slugs attached to her started to drink, sucking on her skin. She could feel the slimy bodies wiggling around inside her, threatening to plop out. The thick ooze being pumped down her throat was exciting them somehow, probably pheremones. Her fingers danced on her skin wildly, thrusting deep inside her. Suddenly she felt a huge pair of breasts press into her from behind, then another pair of arms wrapped around her. Her Goddess had come to join the party.

Anna's right breast was groped by the Goddess's left arm, which reached across her chest in a sexual embrace. Her other arm travelled directly to Anna's vagina and joined her hand there. The long fingers delved deep inside her, curling around. Without a vaginal passage to speak of, Anna's pleasure regions were restricted to her pussy lips. The two women balled their fists and rubbed her pussy in tandem, widening it, stretching it out. It felt like heaven had come down. She was so warm, her lover so strong and dominating. Her mind almost removed itself from the world, but she brought her consciousness back to the heaven on earth. Nearly as soon as she did it, her breast started to spill milk out through its nipple. The Goddess's fingers got soaked in the deluge, which she was only too happy to use her long tongue to lick up. Nothing Anna could have ever done would have prepared herself for this time. No "Girl time" as a prostitute would have come close to the levels of pleasure her Goddess was capable of inflicting. She shuddered, and again felt a carnal need to have a thick bunch of tentacles roughly ramming into her, filling her up...!

With two fists punching deep inside her, dozens of slugs sucking on her insides, her huge breast leaking milk, and a thick tentacle pumping delicious love juice down her throat, it didn't take long for Anna to orgasm. More used to the sensations now, she merely relaxed and let the pleasure wash over her. It emanated from all of her sexual centers, filling up her body. At the same time, the tentacle in her mouth came, another delectable fluid added to her mouth. Its head swelled to occupy her palate, its rubbery texture immensely satisfying. Her mouth filled with the two liquids instantly, creating an intensely sexual concoction which forced its way down her throat. Anna accepted the thick mixture more than willingly, adoring the sounds it made as it plopped into her stomach. The scent of its cum was overpowering, turning her into a meat sack desperate for more. The transfer went on for some minutes, the huge volume of nutrients teased her throat. Then the tentacle stopped her supply at last, and the Goddess pulled her hand away from her vagina, but simply repurposed it to gently caress Anna's other breast.

Anna hung in her restraints, dripping birthing nutrients out of her pussy, mouth, and bosom. She weakly looked over her shoulder to find the Goddess gone again, dematerialized into the floor. Gone until the next feeding. An intense feeling of sadness, loneliness hit her hard, and she slumped her head for a time until she again fell asleep.



Anna awoke some time later. Her body was absolutely on fire with pleasure, tingly like an electric shock. She looked around to find her Goddess standing by her side, her strong arm wrapped around her waist. The two shared a long, filthy kiss that was their customary greeting by that point. The Goddess' tongue bulled its way through her open lips, depositing saliva as it went. As Anna soon found out, it wasn't just for the sexy. She had become used to the Goddess' tongue squirming around inside her. It was long, slimy, and squishy, much like the slugs. The mere thought of it being inside her made her gloriously wet. It slathered her cheeks in a saliva-borne aphrodesiac, forcing her to moan. Nowadays it was sexually and psychologically beneficial to love the Goddess; without her she often felt lonely. Only when she was being filled up did she feel wanted, adored, free. The thoughts of birth excited her and her breasts ran again. The Goddess reached down with both hands and grabbed hold of Anna's tight ass cheeks, unable to resist groping her for a few moments as they kissed. Then she shifted her palms downwards slightly, and penetrated Anna's vagina again. Waiting for just a few seconds, the Goddess pulled outwards mightily, stretching it out widely to prepare for the birth. Amniotic fluids poured from the gaping hole that used to be her love-tunnel.

Before long, her insides were squirming with the movements of her myriad children. She moaned around the Goddess' long tongue. It was jammed deep down her throat; she felt like a slut and she wanted her mistress to know it. Before she knew it, A tentacle poked its way out of her dripping pussy. It was short and stubby, but it was soon joined by friends. Five or so, she guessed, wormed their way out of her, she producing some type of lubricant for them. They curved out in opposite directions, and seemed to brace themselves against her pelvis. Anna winced as they started to push, it felt like something massive was trying to push its way out.

Seeing her pain, the Goddess pressed their lips together even harder. Anna fixated on the tongue being used to pleasure her instead of the huge egg who wanted out. She loved the thick slurping noises that the Goddess' mouth made on hers, the suction, the saliva. As her abused pussy widened and threatened to tear, another slug oozed its way into her mouth. Its thick, fleshy mass was gagworthy and aromatic, tasting strongly of almonds. It thrust its way into her mouth. Feeling her orifice filled with tongue and slug as well as the great pressure below, Anna came, and groaned with birth pains as she did it. The slug took its cue to slide its way down her throat and landed with a plop in her cavernous chest.

Suddenly, with a thick squelch, the first of the eggs popped its tip out of her vagina. Her orgasm fluttered the muscles in her vagina and caused her to produce even more lubricant. The effect was staggering: Her eyes rolled back and she groaned around the thick tongue. Her cervix started to bend out of shape with a terrific pleasurable feeling as it tried to accomodate the massive green egg. With a great groaning, her bones shifted and her legs splayed apart. Her mind clouded by aphrodesiac and orgasm, she felt nothing but pleasure in her hips. Her lower lips stretched widely as the thing slowly protruded more and more. The egg was probably seven inches wide at its width, far more than any baby's. Thick, ropey juices poured from around the egg, desperately trying to lubricate the canal enough as its tentacles pushed. Suddenly, the slimy egg forced its way out entirely, and spent a second falling gracefully through the air before splatting violently on the floor.

The tentacle-woman stopped frenching her and bent down, trailing fluids. She cooed and picked up the egg tenderly. She held it in the air, admiring the way the phosphorescence illuminated the shiny oval. Its tentacles glistened even as they sat motionless, wrapped around the egg. Both women admired it. At length, the Goddess brought it down to her chest, which opened up like last time. Anna could see the slugs inside moving about, that warm, snug cave looked like a place you'd could sleep forever in. The woman placed the egg inside, which was immediately covered in slime and passed out of sight. The Goddess turned to Anna.

"This is the first egg passed by natural means in millenia. Congratulations."

But Anna was in no form to respond. Strong tentacles were holding her steady, dozens wrapped around her arms and legs to ensure she didn't move. A thick one of the feeder-type occupied her mouth as she hung in space; it was supplying her sustainent nutrients by violently forcing them down her throat. Her stomach vibrated wildly with the eggs' motions, it felt like a bowel movement times infinity. With a great loud crack and an exaggerated caw of pain, Anna's vagina opened again and another egg started its way out. Its tentacles wriggled out of her and pressed on her cervix just like last time. This one was a little smaller than the last, and it made the majority of its trip in just a few seconds. Just behind it, another eager egg started its journey a bit too early. Anna's canal was filled with soft tentacles and hard egg, and the tentacles roughly forced her legs into a more open position again. She felt like she was going to burst. The idea that she would die and her children would consume her body for nourishment seemed sexy... A necessary sacrifice.

That didn't happen.

Instead, the eggs kept coming. One after another in the same pattern, they would open her up and force themselves out. By nature of Anna's tired body hanging off the cieling, they all landed in roughly the same spot. With each egg she passed, her stomach receded ever-so-slightly and Anna's motherly instincts were appeased. Each egg landed in a pile of lubricant and breast milk with a satisfying splash, and to each the Goddess would give a loving kiss before placing into her own chest cavity. Anna was forced to relive the same experience over and over, the next egg seeming to be larger and heavier than the last. It was bliss both to pass the egg, and to finally have the egg ouside her. She got used to even this sensation, eventually experiencing only the pleasurable things: Texture, scent, taste, sight of her children. Her mind blanked as it all filled her until she was satisfied, but continued long after that. It lasted for what seemed like hours, with each new egg she felt another orgasm.