Chapter 8 - Lay Down Your Burdens

Two months had passed since their forced servitude. Agatha’s plan failed and now she was forced to accompany High Cleric Aldon whenever he attended council meetings. He always kept multiple guards around her, protecting the large amount of gold contained in her belly. There was always a strong risk that some desperate townsfolk might attack her and take it. Some tried, but so far none had been organized. She knew that could change once more people knew about her predicament.
 
She felt hopeless, barely able to move without someone’s aid. Agony and fear wore down her resolve, making her completely submissive. Her failure had caused them all to be cursed with long days of dull, uncomfortable despair. Stripped of their magical abilities and under constant guard, they had nothing to occupy their time except their regrets.
 
Agatha observed the tall, austere man as he thumbed through a tome. Cleric Aldon lived simply, never abusing her in any way. He gave orders to bathe her daily and feed her well-rationed meals while he only ate meager portions. He was no fan of magics, but he held a special distaste for sexual deviancy. Thus, he was upholding his holy duty to punish her. He closed the book, giving her a sideways glance. The hour was late and he wished her a good night.
 
He wasn’t gone for five minutes when the guard turned to look upon her. She knew what he wanted. He brought out his cock and let her suck. She had refused at first, but he warned her what might happen if he were to leave her alone with the other, less noble guards. Their hungry eyes made her skin crawl, so she did her duty, sometimes taking three or four cocks a night. The High Cleric would never approve, but the men were very careful to keep the secret. Sadly, she kind of enjoyed it, as sometimes one of them would help her out too.
 
She stifled the noise, taking the cock down her throat with a silent wretch. The guard wove his fingers through her hair as he used her mouth. Her soft, slippery lips sliding to the base before pulling away. She swallowed before going again, putting out her tongue for his enjoyment, licking his uneven testicles. She stayed in place for a moment, trying not to gag on his unwashed shaft. He let out a soft moan before shooting his warm seed down her throat. She coughed, sputtered, and her cheeks bulged. But, she was able to keep it all in, and once finished she swallowed it all. He patted her dark hair before stepping back.
 
Another guard came forward with his cock in hand. “Let me fuck those sweet tits of yours!”
 
Agatha pushed her creamy bosoms together around his member, letting a line of saliva drip over the head before he started moving. She held on, having some difficulty keeping her fleshy mounds from slipping free. He was rough, holding her shoulders as he humped her chest. Her pale, pliable skin slapping against the cool leather adornments of his armor. Her rounded face tilted up; almond eyes watching him as she did her duty.
 
A faint noise came from behind. She expected another guard to get in line, but the man before her looked utterly terrified. A glint of steel hit him in the chest, nestling just above his breastplate. The man toppled, his stiff cock wobbling humorously as he lay on the floor clutching his wound. A partially skinned skeleton moved past her, looking down upon the man. Its movements were nearly silent as it turned to regard her. It was unsettling. Standing perfectly still the monster didn’t breathe or move for a time, the vacant skull staring. The skeleton finally turned away and continued on, leaving her frightened and confused.
 
Using a great deal of energy, Agatha crawled, dragging her heavy belly along the floor. She came to the door as the risen soldiers hauled the High Cleric from his room. She strained to follow, sweating as she dragged the coins contained in her belly to the next doorway. Her former captor was on his knees, hoisted by two undead warriors. Cadence stood above him, smirking with confidence.
 
“Good evening Aldon.”
“You wretched beast… You diabolist… You whore of the night…”
Cadence walked slowly, her sizable chest shifting distractingly as she touched a finger to his lips. The man pulled back with revulsion, stopping his slander. “You were always punishing those who dared to understand the changing world.” She leaned ahead, giving him an obvious view down her parted robe. Moving her arms together, she squished the massive globes together enticingly. He turned away, but she moved closer and pressed his face between her tits. “Sex is natural, death is natural, even magic is natural.”
 
She pulled back, allowing the frazzled older man to speak. “You will never sway me, harlot! The Lord shall punish you in the afterlife for your rampant sins! My death will not go unpunished! When Elouise hears about this…”
The woman lightly chuckled, “Did you ever think to question her, Aldon. She gave her blessing for your removal.” Cadence gently put a hand on the man’s shoulder. “One may only be judged in the afterlife.”
 
The fiery rage drained from High Cleric Aldon’s eyes. With that, he knew his death was assured. He bowed his head shamefully, awaiting his end. Cadence walked to Agatha, her enormous breasts making a defined shelf in her thin robe. She ran a hand along Agatha’s cheek before directing some of her undead minions to bring her to the entrance.
 
“Why do you still serve her?! You turned your back on the council!” Agatha despaired, “You realize she will be in complete control now? How can you let her do this?!”
Cadence watched impassively. “Your suffering is almost over.”
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Sticky with sweat, Chantal crinkled her nose as the orc pounded her roughly. They had given birth hours ago and he was already using them again. His long cock pushed awkwardly inside her until… His slow groan signaled that he found the second pussy inside. He moved more carefully now, making sure to stay on the right path. Gabriella pushed out with her arms and legs, struggling fruitlessly to escape the big, lengthy cock.
 
The giant belly dominated her frame, with Gabriella trapped in place as the orc fucked them. The magic kept her sister alive inside her belly, somehow fitting so their vaginas aligned. Gabriella constantly fought, unable to find comfort in the claustrophobic space. Chantal was glad she was the one on the outside, but carrying her for the last months was taxing, mentally and physically. The loud, horny orc stayed close by her side at all times. That, along with constant discomfort, gave her barely enough sleep to function. All her free time was spent eating and drinking to maintain her strength for bi-weekly births. They had 13 children so far, and every single one felt excruciating.
 
The worst was the triple birth, with two coming from Gabriella and one from Chantal. She had been bedridden for most of it and the magic was the only thing that kept her body intact. The babies were getting a little larger each time and she dreaded the next one. The children grew faster too, being young adults within a week. She didn’t know why Elouise kept them alive and suffering, but it certainly connected to the growing number of battle-ready orcs coming from her loins.
 
The burly orc moved faster, bringing her back to the moment. He thumped her pussy hard and she felt his cock slide to the side. “No, wait! You slipped out of Gabriella!” He pushed in, still going past the woman inside. She felt his seed spurting into her widened hole. Oh no, that means I will get pregnant this time! She despaired at the thought, thinking that Gabriella might already be pregnant, making a multiple birth guaranteed. He withdrew with a snort, making her lick the slippery dick before tucking it back into his loincloth.
 
Dakkor took her arm and guided her out of bed. She was still mobile, thankfully, but that could change within hours. He brought her to a wagon letting her lie down in some straw as her grown children prepared to travel. “What is going on?”
He spoke in a deep, gravelly voice. “We are traveling north. Your master requests our presence.”
Chantal gasped with fear, wondering why Elouise would call upon them. It can’t be good.
“Be at ease, human, I will protect you.” He moved behind her, cupping her full breasts with large, muscular hands as his hot breath ran along her neck. “What could she possibly do against our family?” He laughed dismissively. He doesn’t understand how dangerous Elouise can be.
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“Time to milk.” The gruff old maid kicked her expansive breast, eliciting a moan. “Ginger, you get the left one. Blondie gets the right.” The two young girls went to their knees, grabbing Mabel’s thick nipples and working long streams of milk into the buckets. They brought six buckets each and a long wooden pole to support them on the way back to the house. Mabel knew the routine.
 
With her breasts stuck at ridiculous proportions, moving was awkward and slow throughout the day. She spent most of her time being ogled by passing guests, some of them would take a taste and she enjoyed it more than she cared to admit.  Every night they brought her out to the barn to sleep in a stall among the livestock. She made sure to sleep atop of the fleshy mountains, otherwise she might suffocate beneath their weight. By morning she was completely immobile and unable to milk herself. Thankfully, the servants came and treated her like a cow.
 
“Pull with both hands, blondie! She ain’t that sensitive.” The crone ran a shaky hand through Mabel’s long, unkempt brown hair. “With tits this big you lose a bit of feelin.’” The girls giggled.
 
It was actually the opposite - she felt everything vividly. The girl’s soft hands caressing her plump nipples, the clumps of straw hidden beneath the bosoms, even the pressure as the old woman’s knee pressed into the side. It didn’t hurt at all - it felt wonderful. The problem truly came from overstimulation. Mabel dripped with excitement, but it was always too little or too much, leaving her unfulfilled. She could barely speak, only focusing on the feelings. Once the maids finished she planned to finish herself properly.
 
“You comin’ to watch? The boss is bringin’ your sis up to the river. Plannin’ to rid her of the world.” The old woman chuckled.
“Mag… Magdalene? No…!”
“I don’t see the fuss. Not like she’s contributin’ much with a belly full of rocks. Seems like a kindness - put her out of her misery. At least you make somethin’ useful.” The old woman finally realized that Mabel didn’t see it like that. “You’ve got to see her end. I’ll ask the boss to send a cart so you don’t have ta lug those monsters around.” She continued stroking Mabel’s hair and back in silence.
 
Mabel felt so awkward, feeling intensely aroused while knowing her sister’s fate was merely hours away. She wished she could stop it, but she had become nothing more than another oddity in Elouise’s collection. She had a passing thought of the other women, feeling somewhat glad that she did have a use. A sharp pull of her nipple brought her back to the moment, making her unexpectedly gasp from desire.
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Elouise mingled with the crowd, directing their attention to Magdalene, passively awaiting her end upon the opposite shore. The tall, weary-eyed brunette stood on the platform at the center of the river, holding her bumpy, stone-filled belly. Your time will come shortly, fool. Elouise took a sip of wine, pleased with how things turned out.
 
With Aldon deposed the council was down to two, and no one in their right mind would take on a telepath and a necromancer. Elouise looked to her surprisingly effective ally, standing on the other end of the crowd, talking with some random noble. Even beneath that oversized robe you can make out her enormous tits. Men coveted her bountiful breasts, flocking to her side in spite of her disinterest. She toys with them, but I know where her true desires lie. She smiled at the thought of the unclothed, top-heavy woman. Planting her face in the silky pillows as she grabbed the girl’s slender hips. It is always a pleasure to unlock desires locked away in someone’s mind.
 
Pulling herself from the lewd memory, she turned her attention to Chantal, surrounded by a collection of orcs. Elouise was filled with glee at the sight - Her big, brown eyes darting through the crowd uneasily, completely exhausted from hauling her sister inside that big, rounded belly. Dakkor was nervous that she might not survive the births, but magic kept her intact, no matter the pain. People gawked from a distance, surely mocking her numerous interspecies children. Elouise took great care to control the narrative, easily swaying public opinion with a few well-placed thoughts. The orcs will turn on me, but it will be too late. By then I will be the hero.
 
Her other diversion, Agatha, remained heavily guarded by Cadence’s knights. People knew that she held a plentiful collection of coins in her stomach. Taxes had increased throughout the country and, through manipulation, the commoners blamed Agatha fully, thinking one of her spells had backfired and infused the money inside of her. Her pale, doughy body was naked for everyone to see. Her once warm, motherly smile now replaced with fear and dismay. It would only take one brigand to cut her open and end the exhibition, but they couldn’t have that. 
 
Lastly, her favorite pet, Mabel, walked through the crowd holding her giant breasts in both arms. People would casually latch on to take a taste, keeping them down to a reasonable size throughout the day. She was taller than most, having to squat down from time to time to allow the younger crowd to join in on the fun. Commoners groped her all the while, slapping her firm ass to watch her reaction. Some even pulled her lengthy hair. Aldon would’ve shit himself if he could see this!
 
Hiding her joy, Elouise strolled to the center of the assembly. “Welcome, everyone! We are gathered to see this treasonous cretin punished for her betrayal of the council. She was the main conspirator in the plot against the council and as such her life will be snuffed out like a candle.” She paused for the crowd's cheers. "She is a burden on society and now she shall fall a little farther!"
 
With a few gestures, the wooden platform broke apart beneath Magdalene’s feet. Her eyes doubled with shock as she fell into the cold water. She scrambled pitifully to grab hold of the flotsam as she disappeared into the murky water. Bubbles rose for a time before stillness settled upon the water. The crowd applauded her end, glad to support the new, simplified council.
 
Suddenly, more bubbles arose. A grayish-blue tentacle broke through the muddy water, slapping into the sand. Another came and the crowd shifted backward. Elouise watched as the tentacles drug the coughing woman onto the shore. A peek into her thoughts told the story…
 
The light faded as Magdalene plummeted to the bottom. Panicked and confused, thrashing as she planted into the soft riverbed. Something hard moved her legs apart. She opened her aching eyes, struggling to see in the hazy water. Slowly the image coalesced - a withered skeleton knelt before her, moving with unknown intent. She screamed, allowing some of her precious air to slip away. It moved silently, slipping something into her pussy before turning away and disappearing into the darkness. Movements came from within as the long-dormant egg opened. The monster wanted out.
 
Cadence! Her thoughts refocused. That snake! Elouise glared at the woman, watching calmly from a distance. She used telepathy, attempting to unwind the necromancer’s mind, but it did nothing. The monster from the river came closer, interrupting the next attempt. The beast flailed indiscriminately, dragging its weighted mother behind as it tried to slip free from her loins. Magdalene dug fingers into the sand as the tentacles between her legs dragged her along. Finally, the beast separated, pulling free from her wet, gaping hole.
 
The creature’s body was fairly small with six slender tendrils wriggling in the air. Once free, it lifted up, clumsily trying to walk like an oversized spider. It closed distance, growing more confident in its movements, with Elouise as its obvious target. Reacting, she commanded two men into the monster’s path. It removed them easily, launching them aside like ragdolls. She made an attempt to control the beast, but it had some unique barrier, only causing discomfort when she tried.
 
In a panic, Elouise let her glamor fail. She returned to her actual appearance - a beautifully buxom young blonde. The robes felt oversized on her slender body, causing her to stumble while backing away. She sent a command, forcing Dakkor to rally his children to her aid. Magdalene’s offspring hesitated, splaying its tendrils before it lunging. Two tendrils ripped her vestments, exposing her supple body, while another slipped between her legs, pushing against the last bit of clothing she had. Her panties pulled tight, blocking its entrance for a moment before they ripped on the sides. She felt the underwear being forced up her butt by the slimy feeler.
 
Elouise stood her ground as another tentacle slid in between her lips. She tried to grab hold, but it was wet and squishy, easily continuing until she felt it enter her belly. The other feeler wound a path through her intestines and painfully pushed into her stomach from the other direction. Both tentacles swelled, delivering a vast amount of the creature’s liquid seed directly into her belly. Her throat and ass tinged with pain as the bulges slipped through.
 
Unable to slow the spraying hoses, Elouise put hands on her hips in defiance. How did Cadence trick me?! Fluid splashed into her belly, making her skin stretch tight. She looked to the sky, still gulping as the tentacle deposited an unending supply. This can’t be the end! Where the hell are those orc bastards? She heard a battle raging for a time before the tentacles went slack. She pulled the slippery appendage from her mouth bit by bit until she could see the orcs hacking away at the monster. Thank the heavens!
 
She went forward, pulling away as another half-orc withdrew the limp tendril from her ass. It took effort, but she was finally able to unload the fluid once the stopper came free. She fell onto her hands and knees, her enormous belly touching the grass as she pushed. Long blasts of thick cream sprayed onto the flora as she grunted softly. It was humiliating, but she knew she could erase this day’s events from people’s minds. Right after I kill that dead-eyed bitch! There wasn’t enough time to fully empty, retaining a big, rounded belly as she got to her feet.
 
She approached Cadence, walking heavily, surrounded by the band of orc warriors. The top-heavy necromancer raised a hand, looking to the river with nonchalance. A crowd of undead arose from the river, shambling onto the shore. Most lacked armaments, but they easily outnumbered the orcs. “It’s over, El.”
“How? How are you resisting my telepathy?”
“I was practicing for years, just in case.” She showed a half-hearted smile. “Power corrupts, as you might have heard.”
Elouise scoffed. “I’m not beaten yet.” She looked to the cowering nobles. With a wave of her hand, they snapped to attention and with another wave she started the melee.
 
Dakkor howled, signaling his children to charge. The controlled humans joined and they tore through the undead ranks. The battle was loud and chaotic. The number of skeletons dwindled, but nearly a hundred more emerged from the river to join them. It appeared to be only a matter of time before Cadence and her undead horde would be destroyed. You’re too late, traitor.
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She watched the battle unfold, feeling a pang of sadness as her mate disappeared into the fray. I want him to lose. I want Cadence to win, even if she kills me. Maybe then she will end this suffering. A sound came from behind as a commoner crept up, kneeling beside her. The middle-aged man gave her a carefree grin, taking a moment to look over her swollen body.
 
“You must be Chantal.” He tapped her belly gently. “And you must be Gabriella.” He laughed, placing the talisman from the High Cleric into her hand along with a note. “The phrases on this note will free your sister and return your powers. Take care of the others too.” He patted her thick thigh before rushing away.
 
She took a moment to study the phrases before speaking. Any variation might cause terrible consequences and she was confused by one of the symbols. She tried her best, sounding out the words with care. Once finished, she felt a sharp, sudden pain in her core. Her loins dampened and she spread her legs wide. A cool breeze rushed along her saturated pussy, making her moan and fall back into the grass. Her sister fought, pushing her belly out violently as the spell altered them. The barrier inside must be gone now. I have to get her out fast or she’ll suffocate!
 
With great effort, Chantal pushed again and again. Is it even possible? I don’t think she will fit! A massive bulge appeared in the center of her belly. She couldn’t stop, ignoring her concerns as she felt Gabriella’s body edging lower. It hurt and the movements inside made it much worse. Suddenly she felt a shift. Something big pushed lower and opened her pussy with a wet noise. Gabriella’s foot came free, rubbing along her inner thighs. She felt the air, moving her leg frantically as she brought another down the path. Two feet pushed through the stretched lower lips, making Chantal howl in agony.
 
She grit her teeth and pushed again, making a little more progress each time. Gabriella’s wet butt slipped through the clenching pussy lips, somehow fitting past the impossibly tight passage. Chantal took handfuls of grass, grunting as her sister tried to help the process. Her hands came out and she was finally able to assist, pulling herself out of her sister’s gaping vagina. Gabriella’s breasts popped free, but her shoulders became wedged. Raising up and onto her knees, she wriggled from side to side, pulling Chantal as she fought to escape. Finally, Gabriella slid out, gasping as she landed on the ground. She squinted, overwhelmed by the sunlight after so long in darkness. They both took time, recovering from the hellish experience. Without words, both sisters sat up and shared a moment of tenderness, coming together to hugged. They were soaked and weak, but glad to be separated.
 
It felt strange to be unburdened and nimble again. Chantal put a finger into her open, aching pussy as she processed the events. Now able to think clearly, Chantal could easily recall the spells. She knew the intricate phrases that had taken years to master and… she knew more, much more. She knew hundreds of incantations: some her sister had known before, and some Elouise had used. “I think I… got her abilities… and yours.”
 
“I… I did too.” Gabriella lazily grabbed the talisman. “I think this thing spread her knowledge through all of us. I feel… powerful!”
“Yeah!” Chantal’s joy faded as she looked at the nearby battle. “My god, we have to help them!” Both girls got up shakily, pressing their naked bodies together as they walked arm in arm.
“We need to free Mom and the others first.” Gabriella held onto her sister’s broad hip as they paused. “We can’t take on Elouise yet. Maybe they got her powers like we did.”
“Yeah. It’s the best chance we have. We just have to find them.”
 
The battle raged upon the shore, with the undead losing ground against the controlled humans and orcs. The skeletons employed defensive tactics, refusing to injure their opponents. “Cadence is sparing them. She knows they’re just her pawns.” Gabriella observed, finally standing on her own. “She must’ve sent the guy with the talisman. She’s relying on us!”
 
Chantal pointed. “Over there, by the tree.” The orc from Elouise’s test fought toward their immobile mother. It cut a path through numerous skeletons, shattering them piece by piece as they continued to reform around him. The orc turned to them as they approached, the bloodlust in his eyes fading as he saw his mate. His eyes sank to her belly as he lowered his axe. Skeletons and zombies kept their distance, waiting for him to continue.
 
Tracing a symbol as she spoke, Chantal mollified the orc. “Dakkor, Elouise was manipulating your mind.”
The orc seemed confused and upset, lashing out to destroy a few more skeletons. Then, he calmed, looking to the sisters with sad eyes. “She controlled me. I was her puppet for years! No, no…” His voice and mannerisms changed subtly, making him seem far less like a raging brute and much more… human.
 
He was about to strike out again before Chantal raised her arms. “Help us bring her down!” He was distracted by her bountiful, exposed chest before connecting with her eyes again. “We were all controlled by that monster.”
 
“Yes.” A glint of determination came to his eyes. “What is the plan?”