The sun rose over the cozy, tree-covered valley, bringing forth a new day filled with endless possibilities. Everywhere the sun touched, the world would awake with renewed vigor for the day ahead. It was hard not to have a positive outlook when you lived in a little corner of heaven on Earth. The town was called Middlebrook and it butted up against an expansive mountain range that snuggled the town into a quiet, secluded valley. To make things even better, the other end of town faced a vast ocean and brought in a world-renowned fishing industry. Whether you liked hiking or camping, sailing or surfing - this town was perfect for those who liked to get away.
Thankfully, for Sara and Daniel, this wasn’t just a home away from home, this was where they grew up. Middlebrook is where they went to school together, explored together, and now live together. From the outside, it looked as if these two had everything figured out. They each had good-paying jobs - Sara was the owner of a coffee shop while Daniel ran a bicycle repair shop. They both were very active, they had a good house with a backyard big enough for their two dogs to run around, and they regularly found themselves on the water doing some sort of sailing or boating activity. From inside the relationship, there was one particular thing that was lacking and it was a sore subject for each of them.
Looking at the couple, they looked quite healthy. Sara had curly red hair and was a bit on the short side, coming in at 5’1” but what she lacked in height, she more than made up for with her curves. She had a sizeable set of c-cups and hips that always made heads turns. 40 inches around and cheeks sticking out a good 9 inches from her body, she never batted an eye when people described her as bottom heavy or pear-shaped, it was true and she’d grown to accept what god gave her.
Daniel was the polar opposite - coming in just over 6’6” and rail thin. He had a bit of muscle, but he was naturally wirey and Sara loved the thought of climbing him like a tree. He’d regularly catch her chocolate brown eyes staring at him, both in love and in lust.
They’d been together for more than a decade and each year only got better. They’d built a cozy life for themselves but that one flaw kept rearing its ugly head. They were unable to conceive a child, no matter how much they tried. Home remedies, over-the-counter stimulants, toys, diet changes - nothing short of going to a fertility specialist was working. Both Sara and Daniel felt like they were letting their partner down for not being able to give what the other wanted - a full family.
Eventually, they had to give in. Daniel scheduled an appointment with Dr. Walters and one week later, the couple sat in the waiting room, dreading what they might learn. The medical assistant guided them back to individual rooms, where Dr. Walters sat with each of them to explain the testing procedure. While invasive, the couple knew they needed a definitive answer.
After the tests were completed, Sara and Daniel were guided to a larger room to go over the results. The doctor took a seat across from both of them and presented a slew of paperwork, with charts and graphs breaking down the biological makeup of each person. Sara gripped Daniel’s hand tightly as Dr. Walters proceeded to break the news they knew was coming. They were infertile.
Well, not totally, but neither of them could look on the bright side at this moment. The doctor explained that Daniel’s hormone levels were on the higher end, but Sara - poor Sara. She was diagnosed as being nearly infertile, meaning the chances of her conceiving naturally were slim to none without intervention. Dr. Walters stood and offered them a moment before going over possible treatments. The couple held it together until they heard the door latch and Sara broke down in tears.
It wasn’t easy to make Sara cry - Daniel was usually the crier in the relationship - but all Daniel could do was hold her. She kept saying she felt like half a person or not a whole woman, and all he could do was hold her and tell her it wasn’t true. Part of her felt like it had died, but what was worse was that it seemed it never really existed. She wasn’t built to be a mother, or nature had just cruelly ripped that away from her. From them. Sara rubbed away the smeared mascara and looked up at her lover. “I’m so sorry, Daniel. God, I’m so fucking sorry.”
Daniel hushed her as he pulled her close to his chest and ran his fingers through her hair. She always loved this sensation, but right now, all she wanted to do was curl up and cry until she passed out. “Sweetie, you have nothing to be sorry about. He didn’t say we were out of options, we’re just going to be on a different path than we expected.” Daniel pulled Sara’s head away from his chest and looked into her eyes once more. “You’re going to be a mother, we’re going to be parents, no matter what. I promise.”
Daniel’s smile always made Sara’s heart beat a little faster. It was hard not to believe him when he felt this passionate about something. He got up to retrieve the doctor and returned to his seat, giving his partner a supportive backrub. It always calmed her down.
Dr. Walters brought up some generic fertility treatments that had been effective with other couples, but he was concerned that they would be ineffective or at best, take years to finally work. He could see the doubt in Sara’s eyes and took a moment to mull over a more extreme option. Walters pulled a pamphlet from his coat pocket and slid it across the table. “What I’m showing you is a highly experimental hormone treatment. It has been used in the most dire cases I’ve read about to… mixed results. It’s fully possible this won’t give you what you’re both looking for, but as your physician, I want you to know your options.” He took a beat, sighing heavily. “If you were to pick one of these options, I’d go with the latter. We’ll closely monitor you, Sara, and if you ever feel even a bit off, we’ll pull the plug on the whole thing.”
Daniel and Sara whispered to each other, but Daniel knew she’d already made up her mind. She’d always wanted to be a mother, and no amount of risk was going to change her mind. “We’ll do it” Sara exclaimed.
Dr. Walters nodded and asked Sara to join him in his office. Daniel gripped his knee tightly waiting for her to return. After more than 45 minutes, Sara emerged with a hand on her belly in pain. “Those injection sites may be sore for the next 24 hours, so be sure to ice them this evening and take Advil if necessary.” He handed a journal to Daniel, giving the man a stern look. “The only way we can safely monitor your partner is to carefully note any and all changes or sensations Sara may feel. You must be diligent and thorough, or else I won’t feel comfortable proceeding further.”
Daniel agreed, even noting the time of this meeting and how many injections Sara had received. Five so far, right into her reproductive organs in her lower abdomen. They were advised to return in a weeks time for the next round if there weren’t any negative side effects. The couple gathered their things and headed home, enjoying the cool summer air with their windows rolled down in their sedan. Sara’s curls whipped in the breeze as she smiled through the pain. Daniel reached over and gripped her thigh, giving her a soft smile.
They got home and Daniel went to work setting up a comfy spot on their sectional for Sara to ice her belly and cuddle with their pups. He ordered in a pizza and asked Sara to pick out a movie. This was their ideal Friday night - cozy, on the couch, with their pups, in the home they had built each other. Sara would occasionally wince in pain from laughing at the rom-com and would wave Daniel off if he became too concerned.
Two and a half hours later, Sara and the two dogs were snoring loudly as Daniel quietly turned off the tv and helped his girlfriend to bed. Before getting ready for bed, Daniel made a few notes in the journal about Sara’s mild pain and checked his email. He had to make sure everything was set for tomorrow. It needed to be perfect.___
Thankfully, Sara awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and no pain to speak of in her ovaries. Her skin felt a bit tender, but nothing like last night. She made her way downstairs in her crop top and short shorts, smiling at the sight of Daniel sitting on their pack deck. He spent most mornings reading the news on his phone while sipping his coffee and watching his two dogs wrestle in their lush backyard. Sara leaned her chest into his back and kissed his cheek.
“Morning, handsome.”
“Good morning to you, cutie. How are you feeling?” Daniel reached for the journal and pulled out a pen.
“Much better than last night. Just some minor sensitivity around the injection, but much better than before.” Sara poured herself some coffee and enjoyed the mountainous view they enjoyed from their backyard. “What’s the plan for the day, hon?”
“Well,” I was thinking of hitting up the South Fork trail. You remember that one, right? It leads down to the cliff face?”
“Of course, it’s beautiful.”
“Perfect. I vote we leave after breakfast and tonight I’m thinking we go out. After yesterday, I think you deserve a night out.”
Sara blushed, “You’re too sweet to me.” Sara read from her phone while Daniel offered to make a hearty breakfast. After a few minutes, he returned with fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, and perfectly toasted bread with a selection of jams. “WOW! This is the five-star treatment. However could I repay you?” She asked, leaning forward and pushing her tits together to show off her cleavage. She bit her lip and looked into Daniel’s eyes hungrily.
“I accept PayPal and Venmo,” he winked as he sat down and took a bite of his bacon.
“Ugh! Men - you’re supposed to be predictable!” Sara gave her breasts a shimmy while rolling her eyes. She dug into her food and smiled thankfully to her boyfriend.
“I’m allowed to surprise you at least once, maybe even twice.”
“I don’t remember signing up for that,” she joked.
“Too late, you’re stuck with me.”
“Is that so?” Sara raised an eyebrow and smiled out of the corner of her mouth.
Daniel stuck his tongue out, “Yep, sorry. It’s sealed. Sucks to be you.”
Sara rolled her eyes again. “Whatever, you dumb sexy man.”
Daniel gave Sara a pinch before diving into his meal. They finished fast and got dressed in their trendy hiking gear. Sara buckled on the heavy-duty harnesses for the two Black Labs as Daniel ran back to the bedroom. He said he forgot something, but he was acting strangely. He returned with nothing of note. Sara asked, “What was that about?”
He became flustered. “Oh… I forgot the notebook the doctor gave us. Had to go get it.”
Sara turned her head to the end table near the front door. “You mean that notebook?” She pointed to the red book sitting on top of a pile of mail.
Daniel became more flustered. “Oh DUH! I’m silly, what I meant was I couldn’t find it in the bedroom so it had to be in here. Thanks!” He looked sweaty as he bumbled over to the notebook and grabbed his keys and wallet.
Sara gave him a look. “Everything ok, stud?”
“I don’t know what you mean. I’m good!” He was clearly hiding something, but Sara wasn’t in the mood to investigate further. They helped the dogs get buckled into the backseat and got in the car, heading for their morning hike. Sara noted how few cars were in the parking lot.
“Is something going on? Are we supposed to be here?” Daniel was nervous at her line of questioning.
“Of course! If they didn’t want us here, they would have a sign posted or something!” He wasn’t yelling, but he wasn’t keeping his cool.
“I don’t know about this…”
“No, Sara, you’re being silly. Let’s just start hiking and we’ll have a good time.”
“You’re sure you’re good?”
“Better than good!” He assured her, “I’m great!” They found a spot near the entrance and let the dogs out and started on their way. It wasn’t too far of a hike - two miles in and two miles out, shouldn’t take more than a few hours after they stop for the view at the end. Daniel was both chatty and weirdly quiet for long stretches of the hike. Sara would have said something more but she was having trouble with her hiking shorts. She could have sworn she’d just bought them, but they were feeling a bit snug. She was able to adjust them enough to sit comfortably while they approached the cliff face.
The ocean breeze whipped through her hair as she took in a deep breath. “God, it feels wonderful today.” The labs happily sniffed the plants around them and wrestled with each other while Daniel whispered to himself. “Hey Dan! What’s going on?”
He couldn’t look at her for a moment. Not until he took a deep breath and turned to her. He looked nervous, almost unsure of what he was going to say. “Sara… we’ve been together for our entire adult lives, right?”
“Are you asking me because you forgot or because you can’t believe you’ve been with such a stud?” She joked, unsure what he was getting at, but still willing to strike a pose. Daniel cracked a smile, but Sara was quick to drop the silly act.
“You’re my best friend, Sara. I love everything about you - you’re strange aversion to peanut butter candies, your giggle, your love of the outdoors. You make me a better man…”
“Dan… I’m very flattered, but what… what brought all this on?” If she wasn’t still dealing with the strange hormones pumping through her body, she would have been more aware of how her life was about to change. Sara heard a crunch and turned to see someone she’d never expected. Her mother was there, standing off in the bushes. “Mom?”
Then her Dad appeared, then her sisters, and she even saw Dan’s family. She turned back to Daniel to see him down on his knee, tears in his eyes, and a box in his hand. “Sara Miller - will you marry me?” The air was sucked from her lungs. She was speechless. Her hands flew to her heart as she staggered backwards. Her dogs lept happily by her side as she caught herself and started to weep.
“Daniel… I’ve been waiting for this day for so long. Yes, of course! Marry me, you idiot!” She lept at him, tackling him to the ground and planting the strongest kiss on his lips. Their loved ones emerged, clapping and cheering for the two. Eventually, Sara got a chance to see the ring, and it was perfect. She was never one for diamonds, so Daniel made sure to find the perfect cut of Amythest. It was her favorite stone, and she couldn’t take her eyes off it.
The rest of the day turned into a bunch of little celebrations for Sara and Daniel. Their families came back to their house and brought with them platters of food to share. One of Sara’s friends had snuck into their house when they were gone and decorated their backyard and even offered to take the dogs for the night.
For dinner, Daniel asked Sara to dress up, which was a bit hard for some reason. Her normal, skin tight dress that hugged her 40 inch hips seemed even tighter than her pants this morning. She had to be careful or else she might bust a seam. She just managed to suck in enough to slip it over her thicc curves and headed out to the restaurant. In the car, Daniel would steal glances at his beautiful bride to be. “How does the ring fit?”
Sara looked down at her hand, still smiling since their hike. “It’s perfect. How’d you know what kind of ring I’d want?”
“Don’t hate me, but your sister, your mom, and I looked through some of your old diaries,” Daniel cringed, ready for the blowback.
“You little stink! That’s so embarrassing,” Sara smiled, faux-punching his arm.
“Well, sure, but we nailed it.”
“That you did. You know what this means, right?”
“What’s that?” Daniel asked.
“You’ve got to let me read your diaries. I’ll ask your parent at tomorrow,” she giggled.
“Get ready to read a lot of Star Wars fan fiction. I can handle it if you can.”
“You’re on,” Sara turned back to the road while Daniel admired her perfect smile. He made sure to turn back and look at the road to keep them safe, but he was so proud to call her his finacè.
“Wow, it just hit me,” Daniel gasped.
“What’s that, hon?”
“We get to call each other finacé! Goodbye boyfriend and girlfriend, hello fiancés!”
“That does have a nice ring to it,” Sara’s hand slid across Daniel’s lap, tracing his cock in his slack. “Would my fiancé be so inclined to bed with me tonight? She put on her not-so-spot-on British accent to seduce her lover.
“I’d love to,” Daniel flexed his growing erecting in her hand as they pulled into the parking lot. The meals were divine, as well as the red wine that came courtesy of the restaurant owner after they heard about the engagement. Both Sara and Daniel were oblivious to the stares from restaurant patrons as Sara’s dress fought to tear open at her hips. Maybe Sara didn’t notice as her thighs bulged together, squeezing her already dripping pussy.
On the drive home, Sara couldn’t keep her hands off her soon-to-be-husband. She leaned over, showing off her cleavage and clawing at his pants as Daniel focused on driving them home. Something about Sara’s perfume scent was getting him more excited than normal. His 8 inch cock grew harder and harder as Sara fought his zipper to free it. She needed to taste her fiance and knew she could make him cum before they got home. Thankfully, Daniel got them home safe and yes, Sara was correct. He came down her throat as they stopped at a stop sign. She loved the taste of his cum and loved she could make her man feel this way. Behind her, her ass snapped a few more seams on her dress as they pulled into their garage. They couldn’t keep themselves away from each other as their tongues danced in each other’s mouths as Daniel carried her inside. He barely noticed the added weight from her figure, and truthfully wouldn’t care. They only made it to their living room before collapsing on their shag rug. Daniel motioned for Sara to assume to position they both loved so much. Sara sat her fat ass on his face, grinding her dripping pussy on his nose and lips. Her thighs were extra plush and squeezed his cheeks as she moved up and down. Her fingers gripped his shirt as she needed leverage to grind harder and harder.
God, he loved how she tasted. If he could he’d eat out Sara every day. She loved feeling her twitch and convulse on his head, gripping his hair or even sucking his cock (depending on how she sat) as she got off. She didn’t need much help this evening as her orgasm grew and grew. “Fuck Daniel! I fucking love you! I’m going to cum on you!”
Daniel responded by slapping her fat ass and pulling her down hard onto his face. “Fuck, yes, Daniel! God, you’re so good at that,” she looked back at him as she played with her tits, squeezing them for both of their pleasure. “You like the taste of it, don’t you Daniel? Of my tight… wet… pussy!” With each word, she ground harder on his face, barely holding back from cumming. “God, I want you to get me pregnant. I want to feel your seed deep inside. Make me cum on your face, baby. Drink my fucking cum!”
That did it. She was cumming hard on his face as her fingers dug into him. She could feel him moaning into her as she leaned down onto his chest, her mouth hanging open as she caught her breath. Her orgasmic juices coated his face, and he happily drank them up.
After a momentary breather, Sara went to work. She did away with his zipper and button and swallowed his cock in one go. Up and down, up and down - savoring the feeling of his veiny member stretching her throat. She needed that tasty cum in her pussy, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t tease him up until the point of break. While Daniel was panting from the wet-boarding of cum from Sara’s orgasm, his reprieve was short lived as she slammed her pussy back down on his face and ground on it as she slid her lips up and down his cock.
“God, he tastes good.”
“God, she tastes good.”
They were in sync, almost as if they were made for each other. A free hand of Sara’s slid underneath his heavy balls and she could feel them swelling, growing closer to erupting. She was close to a second orgasm herself and wanted to feel them finish together. In a move faster than the blink of an eye, her huge ass swung off Daniel’s face, flipped around, and Sara planted his turgid member deep in her snatch. “Mmmm god, yes. I missed that.” Sara bit her lip as her face hung only a few inches away from Daniel’s. Her tits pressed firmly into his chest and her sizable ass added an extra force behind her thrusts, burying his cock deeper and deeper on each movement.
“Can you do something for me, babe?” Sara asked between breaths.
“Anything, babe.”
“Can you shoot your load deep inside me?” She added a playful yet salacious tone to her voice. “I mean really deep. Cum for me, honey. I need your hot cum deep in my womb. Impregnate me. Make me yours. You’re already mine,” she teased, picking up speed. His hands gripped her wide hips and thrust up until his senses were overwhelmed. Before he could warn her, Daniel’s abs and back convulsed, locking in place as his cock went to work.
Sara felt it and clenched her keagles as Daniel pumped load after load deep into her belly. “Fuck YES! Daniel! Give it to me! I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” She couldn’t stop screaming and yelping as her pussy convulsed, spraying cum on his cock as he sprayed his seed inside her. She gripped his head and held it against her chest as her mouth closed on his shoulder. She made a bit of a bite, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to let him know he was doing a good job - and that he was hers.
After what could have been a minute or an hour of cumming, Sara rolled her fat ass off of Daniel and laid on the shag carpet, her sweaty back sticking to the rug fibers. “Good work, fiancé.”
Daniel turned his head, smiling that goofy grin he had any time they fucked. “You too, babe.”
Sara rolled onto her side, laying her tit on his chest and sliding a thick thigh over her lower body. “I know we’re not yet there, but I know this treatment is going to work. Just be patient with me,” she nuzzled her head into his neck, a bit melancholy thinking of her failing body.
“Honey, you’re perfect. We’ll try this treatment, but please know that I love you. I want to live my life with you, regardless of what the future holds. Let’s take it one day at a time, ok?” His grin always melted her heart. If only she knew what was brewing inside her.
“Ok,” she smiled. They each drifted off to sleep while the formula running through her veins got to work.
~~~
Over the next few weeks, Daniel and Sara began their preliminary wedding plans. They’ve been considering wedding venues, caterers, and who from their extensive families they should invite. They sat around their dinner table trying different sliders, appetizers, potatoes, entréss, steaks, and desserts. Daniel was slowing down but Sara’s appetite seemed to have increased these past few days.
“Oh my god, we have to do these little quesadillas!” She smiled deviously as she finished two more slices.
“Hard agree. They’re perfect,” Daniel marked down their choice of appetizer while Sara continued eating. Daniel didn’t want to mention this to his bride to be, but it seemed that the treatment was having a noticeable effect on her body and her behavior. It started when they went out to dinner two weeks ago and noted that she looked a little “booby-er” than usual. She agreed and when they got home, she went to try on her bras. One after the other all proved the same thing - she’d outgrown them. Daniel made sure to catalog all of this in their journal to inform Dr. Walters.
“That must mean something is working, right?” Sara’s face lit up. Daniel wanted to celebrate along with her, but he wasn’t one to count his chickens before they hatched. He didn’t want to be a wet blanket, but he reserved his excitement until they met with the doctor. “Actually - babe, can you grab my tape measure? The cloth one in the junk drawer in the kitchen?”
Daniel sped off and returned with it. “Did you want to try to measure your new bra size?”
“Nah, I’ve always been shit at it. I’ll leave that for the ladies at the boutique,” she unraveled the tape and started wrapping it around her hips. “I’d sorta noticed that after the treatment I felt a bit, I guess, bloated? But I don’t think it was my belly or stomach - I think it was my hips.” Sara wrapped the measuring tape around herself and got a read on the correct dimensions. “Holy shit!”
“What?” Daniel asked frantically.
“I was right! Your girl is growing! I always fluctuated around 40 inches but I’m now 47 inches around?! I’m huge! No wonder my jeans have sucked. I’m about to burst out of these!” It was true. Daniel had noticed just how tight they were around her ass and how her hips spilled over the lip of the jeans.
“Wow, that’s insane. It really must be working. I’ll call the doctor and schedule a proper appointment next week. He mentioned wanting blood tests to compare your changes and ensure you weren’t negatively affected by taking such a high dose.”
“Sounds good. I wonder, though…” Sara stood up and walked toward their sliding back door. Due to the hour and the sun’s position, it was working more as a mirror and Sara turned to look at her ass in the reflection. It was looking quite juicy, and her hips were wider than ever and just begging to be grabbed. The thoughts were swirling in her head as a dirty idea took over. She slowly began to bend over, pushing her ass further out behind herself.
“What are you doing, babe?” Daniel asked, confused.
“Oh, just doing something I know will give you a huge boner.” She smiled as she grunted, pushing harder and harder until a faint rip could be heard. She turned her ass to face Daniel for confirmation, “Did it work?”
Daniel was shocked to see that her little test did, in fact, work. Her strained jeans failed under the added pressure and ripped clean down the middle seam of her ass. Her meaty backside pushed its way out, begging to be slapped by Daniel. “Babe… that’s so fucking hot.”
“Perv! I’m a woman in need! However will I get around now?” She pouted, playing up her helpless facade. “Oh no, these big fat cheeks always get in the way. Now my titties are growing too?! Mister, will you help me?” She walked over to her husband and leaned over, showing off her fat tits. God, did Daniel want to suck them.
“Of course, miss. Actually, I think I know the perfect treatment.”
“Oh please, mister. I’ll do anything.” Before she finished her next thought, Daniel reached around her massive hips and dug his fingers into the ripped halves of her ruined jeans. With a few strong tugs, Daniel freed her ass inch by inch. “Oh mister. That’s it! Free my fat fucking ass!” His face sat between her tits as Daniel made one final tug, exposing her gigantic cheeks. “Phew! Thank you, mister. However can I repay you?”
In a quick swoop, Daniel lifted his fiancé into the air and carried her over to the couch. He tried his best to hide his grunts, failing to consider that she’d most likely put on weight to accommodate her new size. He tossed her down onto her stomach and pulled her hips to position her butt into the air. With a few more strong rips, her plush, dripping pussy was exposed and he made quick work to slip his tongue inside.
“Yes, mister! Eat my fucking pussy! Feel my huge, growing ass with your strong hands!” She was face down on throw pillows and gripping the sides of the couch. Daniel teased her clit and slipped two fingers into her pussy, much to her delight. “God, YES! You treat my pussy right! God, worship me, Daniel! Eat me out until I can’t take it anymore!”
Which wasn’t too far away from now. She was soon squirting and twitching on the couch, thankfully with her screams muffled by the pillows so as to not alert the dogs or neighbors. “I think….” she caught her breath, “I think I need to buy some stretchy leggings.”
~~~
Dr. Walters did find the growth to be a bit odd, but nothing too worrying. He suggested we lower the dosage, but Sara fought against it. She desperately wanted this to work, and after another blood test showed that her fertility was still lower than expected. She winced as the doctor injected another five shots into her belly, still just as painful as before. The little bit of hope she had was the increase in the size of her tits, hips, and ass.
She was now sporting a full E Cup, nearing F-Cup every day. She loved seeing how much they bounced with each step and was especially fond of how much Daniel couldn’t keep his hands off them. His lips sucking them during their nearly daily lovemaking was truly a highlight. What was most impressive were her hips - now sticking out over a foot away from her back and 60 inches around.
Sara donated the rest of her jeans without a second thought. Sure, she’d had her insecurities about her body, but something about this change just felt right. She normally wore lose fitting dresses or leggings that slid up her ass crack wherever she walked. Sara was used to disgusted faces from men and women, but she’d recently noticed a much more lustful stare from some of them. As if they could barely contain themselves around her and just had to soak in her presence before she walked off. But maybe she was just imagining things.
As she walked into their house after the doctor’s visit, Daniel quickly pressed her against the wall. He slid his hard cock between her impressive cheeks as his fingers wrapped around her tits and massaged them just the way Sara liked. “Somebody’s a bit feisty, isn’t he?”
With a shove from her ass, he was off her. She turned to face him, backing him into the opposite wall. She’d also noticed a few changes in Daniel as well. Nothing too much, but when they fucked, it almost felt like his cock fit a bit snugger than the time before. That his loads and orgasms last longer - they were even bigger, too. But why would he be changing? She would have to revisit that thought later.
He waited eagerly yet patiently for her command. Sara and Daniel had always had an even power dynamic in their relationship, but something about these changes made Daniel so feral, so hungry for her, that he would do anything to be with her. Sara didn’t mind one bit.
“Daniel, honey, could you do me a little favor? Nothing too bad, I promise…”
“Of course, sweetie.” His cock was clearly leaking pre-cum in his jeans, fighting to break through the stitching and point right at his lover.
“Can you make me cum as hard as possible with that dastardly tongue of yours?” She asked sweetly, as if she were a student begging a professor for a higher grade on an important exam. He didn’t need to be asked twice - he was on his knees and tugging at her waistband in a flash. Unfortunately, she now needed to help him stretch the fabric over her form. Now a bit more snug than when she put it on, Daniel pulled hard enough to snap it, letting the loose band of elastic fall to the ground to reveal her plump body. Her thighs had grown extra plush, possibly due to the muscle needed to support her larger body. They rubbed together so much that Sara was now realizing she’d need to reinforce the crotch on her pants to reduce friction burns.
Her hips were perfectly round and stretched further away from each other than Daniel thought was possible with the human skeletal and muscle structure. Daniel’s strong hands slid up them, his fingers dwarfed by all these womanly curves. His hands slid back to try and grasp each cheek, but it was getting nearly impossible. “What’s wrong, babe? Is your fiancé’s ass getting too big for you?”
“Never,” he sounded far away, but it was only because he was locked in. Before she could make another silly remark, he was deep in her pussy, tasting and teasing every fold. He nibbled her clit while her fingers dug into his hair. It could be the heat of the moment or maybe the hormones, but she was ready to cum.
“Good boy, Daniel. Now, make me cum. God, I want you to cum for me too. Shooting your big load into my pussy while I crush you with these hips. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She could feel him nodding as his tongue flicked her clit. “Then do it, Daniel. Cum for me. Make me cum. You treat my pussy so well. Finish the job. Oh, fuck! I’m… going … to… CUM!” On her word, she coated his face with her delicious cum. Her thrashes barely made her notice what was happening to Daniel. He seemed to be struggling to catch his breath, twitching and swinging his arms wildly. Sara pulled him free. “Are you ok, baby?”
He didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to. Daniel leaned back and Sara could see what had caused such a stir - he had orgasmed while eating her out and filled his jeans with his massive load.
“Wow,” Sara was truly astonished. “I don’t think I’ve ever made someone cum like that before.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed like that, ever! It was incredible. It was like my body just had to listen to you, and then suddenly I was cumming.”
“Well, care to try it again?” Her question was answered by a thick rod hardening in his pants once more. After a few hours of rigorous testing, the result was repeatable.
~~~
Two months have gone by and over 20 shots later and still, the blood tests read negative. The pit in Sara’s heart was growing deeper and darker every day. She loved what was happening to her, but if it was all for not… if she couldn’t have kids? She would be devastated.
Dr. Walters reviewed the notes Daniel and Sara had been keeping about her changes and was getting increasingly worried. “Ma’am, this is not a normal response. At least, not at this rate.” It was true, no woman or person had ever tacked on mass the way Sara had been. Even more shocking was how little she cared. She didn’t care when she came waddling in and nearly got wedged in the doorway. She didn’t care that her shirt was threatening to tear open when she sneezed. She didn’t care that what used to be baggy sweatpants now looked like painted on leggings.
She had blown up in size across her entire body. Her thighs were nearly as thick as Daniel’s slender torso. Each one fighting to tear free from their wool prison. Her breasts were sitting heavily at J Cups, barely contained by a bra that stopped fitting 3 sizes ago. And her ass - it was beginning to defy words.
Her hips were a staggering 92-inches around with a literal shelf of an ass just shy from being two feet away from her torso. Each cheek looked like it could take on the world’s largest pumpkin contest and win - easily. Her ass didn’t even fit in the chair she was currently sitting in, but she didn’t care. She’d wedged herself in nice and tight and was trying to process the news about the treatment.
“Doc… what if we increased the dose?”
“Excuse me,” Dr. Walters couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Increase it? You’re already on a dangerously high dose. Any more and we’d be in uncharted territory, young lady. I couldn’t predict how your body would react -”
She cut him off, “So you’re saying it could work? Then that’s enough for me. I’ve been patient, doc. I’ve done all the tests in the world, and now this trial, and I’m just too tired,” she wanted to cry, but she held it back. Maybe it was the hormones or just that taking up more physical space in a room made her will stronger, but Sara managed to hold herself together. “Dr. Walters… If you won’t do this, I will have to find someone who will. I’ll sign whatever you need to cover your ass if things go sideways or if I get hurt. I need this.” She didn’t know how to make it clearer.
If only she knew just how strong those hormones were. They had a compounding effect - the more she took, the stronger they got. Which was very clear from looking at her body, but Sara and the medical staff were still blind to what was happening inside her. For example - her pheromones had grown stronger. Maybe that was too vague of a description - let’s say they’re more …targeted.
Neither Sara nor Dr. Walters knew it, but she was affecting him. Her pheromones were moving through his brain, nudging him to “make the right call” and “help this woman”. It worked, after much deliberation. Sara left the office with another round of 5 shots and an extremely sore belly. Sara made it home and collapsed on the couch with an ice pack given to her by Walters.
Daniel appeared around the corner, concerned by the sight. Not the ass that was nearly swallowing their couch, but Sara’s pained expression. “Babe, what happened?!”
“Dr. Walters said nothing is working, so he decided to up the dose,” she winces, sucking in air through her teeth as she tried to adjust herself.
“Are you okay? I can try to make you feel better…” that sensual tone dripped from his words, but it wasn’t working.
“I’m sorry, sweetie, I’ll need a moment.” Daniel looked dejected but picked himself up and went to get Sara a glass of water from the kitchen. She did notice his increased mass, as well. Mainly in his cock and balls, but it was hard to broach the subject. She definitely knew from sucking and fucking his rod that he must be over a foot long and as thick as her forearm. Sara never imagined taking something so big, but she’d grown to crave it.
And his balls! These two billard balls swung heavily, smacking her ass whenever he took her doggy style. When Sara would suck Daniel off, it was like trying to drink water from a high-power hose. Gulp after gulp until her stomach was full, and it felt like it was only the beginning for him.
When he returned, Sara could clearly see the outline of that monster member. An idea fluttered through her brain, and based on recent developments, she wanted to test something. “Hey, Daniel?”
“Yes, babe?” He asked, setting her glass down on the coffee table.
“Have you noticed just how big I’ve become?”
“Um… yes, honey. It’s quite impressive.”
“Impressive? Interesting word choice,” she felt like she was poking a bear, but she continued.
“What do you mean?” He asked, crossing his arms.
“I think it’s pretty freaky. I was already a freak with my huge rear, but now - I’m a monster.”
“Don’t say that, Sara. You’re beautiful!”
“Sure, but however will I fit into my wedding dress now? Oh god, just imagine it. My enormous ass tearing out of the white line… my fat tits splitting the cups in two. Everyone staring at me…” Her words were having the desired effect.
A dark spot appeared on his pants as his pre-cum began to leak. His breathing was increasing.
“Just imagine how awful that would be. Oh fuck, think of me now. This butt could crush you if I wasn’t careful. I could smother you with my tits while we were fucking… and I’d feel oh so terrible.” That’s when she let the act drop. She was smiling, staring at his member. He reached to stroke it through the denim, but Sara stopped him. “No no. Just keep thinking about me. Your fat, curvy fiancé…who’s only getting bigger.”
Daniel groaned, his cock visibly pulsing in his pants.
“Getting bigger… for you.”
Another groan as he grew even more sweaty. It looked as if it was getting harder and harder to stand, but Sara shook her head when Daniel tried.
“Getting bigger… and bigger… and fuck! Imagine when I get pregnant! My huge belly making my tits turn into milkers and my ass explode. I won’t be able to wear a single pair of clothes I own.”
Grunting, panting, wheezing - Daniel was close.
“I’d be so fucking big for you, Daniel. All I ask in return,” she paused, watching his cock to make sure it worked. “Is for you… to cum.” He gasped. “Cum for me. Cum deep inside me. Fill me up. Make me swallow it all until I can’t take anymore. Do it! Cum!”
Fireworks.
Daniel was cumming over and over in his jeans as Sara watched, quite pleased with herself as her lover’s jaw hung. He couldn’t speak, only orgasm.
Once done, her hutch turned out to be true. She was in command of his orgasms, and she wasn’t the only one growing. His balls and cock, now soft, were threatening to tear free. Sara now had a plaything to grow whenever she’d like. Daniel pulled himself over to her weakly, ready to satisfy her. She stopped him.
“Oh honey, that’s so sweetie. My little tummy is still quite tender. Next time, okay?” Daniel looked hurt, but didn’t make a fuss. That little reaction gave a tingle in Sara, making her want it more. “Actually… come here, my pet.” All too eager, he ran to the couch and found a sliver of space next to her ass. “You may suck on my tit… for now.” She pulled her breast free and Daniel was quick to latch on. They’d grown very sensitive and she loved the feeling, but loved even more that guilty look in his eyes. Like he was ashamed, but it would melt away when I gave him permission.
Needless to say, over the next few weeks, the power dynamic permanently shifted. Neither of them seemed to mind.
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Another month passed and with this double dose, now daily after another demand from Sara, she was a mountain of a woman. 150-inches around from hip to hip and unable to fit through any normal doorway, which Sara opening giggled at. She loved it, being this monstrous size. Her tits weren’t far behind, sitting at an S-cup (for Sara, she’d joke) and braless. Sara had grown tired of going to the boutique for weekly measurements when she’d grown this fast.
Right now, Dr. Walters and Sara sat in the courtyard, secluded from other patients but still not ideal for such sensitive information. Unfortunately, this was the best that they could do with a woman her size.
Last week, Walters suggested a CAT scan after another negative blood test. Something was up - clearly - and they needed to change their approach to monitoring the situation. Walters frantically called Sara to come into his office quickly to discuss the findings, but she took her time. She’d just made a deal with Daniel that if he finished the wedding invites and mailed them off, she’d let him eat her out while she pinned him down. She oh so loved to see how quickly he wrote before diving headfirst into the plushest thighs on the planet.
Dr. Walters was sweating, pacing back and forth. “What’s up, doc? Did somebody die?” Sara’s humor was a bit blue, but her pheromones gave her the reaction she wanted. Walters and the nurses laughed along with her. If anything, they looked ready to worship her, waiting for her next commandment. Sara loved it.
“No nothing like that. I wanted to talk about your results with you and your fiancé. Also, we need to come clean…”
“Come clean? Have you been lying to me?” Sara’s anger spiked in her brain, and the people around her cowered slightly at her words.
“N-no, ma’am. It was a mistake, and one we are determined to rectify.” Walters handed over a dossier on her condition and treatment. “When we began this journey, this treatment - we had no idea what kind of effect it would have long term. We did our best to track her changes with the journal and with regular blood tests, as you remember.”
“Of course,” Sara nodded, perplexed by where her doctor was going with this.
“Well, when you and your then-boyfriend first came in for your dose, one of our staff mistakenly labeled your vials. When it was stored in your file, they were swapped. Each time we’ve reviewed your blood results, we were actually reviewing her fiancé’s test results instead of yours.”
The air felt like it had escaped the room. “What… what are you saying?”
A literal chill filled the room, all due to her mood. The nurses began to shake with fear and anxiety, just like Sara. “You… you never had this deficiency we’ve been treating.”
“What? Yes I have…” Sara felt like she was hit by a freight train. Devin put a hand on her shoulder.
“You’re saying,” Devin cut in, “that I’m infertile?!”
“Well, sir, that’s where things seem to be a bit more complicated. Originally, that would have been my diagnosis,” Walters explained. “However… the results from today paint a different picture. It seems that your sperm count is up… considerably so. You might be one of the most fertile men we’ve ever come across.”
A relief ran over Daniel, but Sara was so lost. “Wait… he hasn’t been taking the treatment, though.”
“Yes, however,” these words were clearly very difficult for Dr. Walters to say. “It seems that the close proximity to you has caused an increase in hormone production for Daniel. You seemed to have cured him.” Her heart fluttered. She smiled up at her tall fiancé with tears in her eyes.
But reality snapped back. Sara began to grow worried, “So does that mean that I was the one who was originally very fertile?!”
Walters hung his head, “I’m afraid so, ma’am.”
“So… what have all of these hormones been doing to me?” She looked down at her gargantuan body and then back up. “I mean besides all this.”
“Well, it does explain why you had such an… interesting reaction to the treatment. But you should look at this…” Walters handed over a CAT scan for the couple to review. Where Sara assumed was her ovaries, there looked to be some sort of mass.
“Is that… cancer?” Sara grew so worried, so the staff grew worried as well, trembling where they stood.
“No, no, no! Ma’am, Sara, those are your…” Walters cleared his throat, nervous for the next sentence. “Those are your eggs, ma’am.”
“Excuse me?!”
“Sara, you might be the most fertile being to ever exist. I’m not being hyperbolic, we looked for biological records for every known and unknown species and were comparing their reproductive capabilities, you outpace them by a degree that may not be quantifiable.”
“Then… why aren’t we pregnant?”
“My only guess is because, well, you didn’t believe you could be pregnant.” Sara looked like a mix of confused and offended. “I think that you so strongly believe that you were infertile that your body refuses to become so. Mind over matter, you see.”
Sara looked up to Daniel, a smile spreading on both of their faces. “So you’re saying… we can have a baby?” A tear fell from both of their eyes.
“Ma’am, I can thankfully assure you that you both can have a child. Honestly, many children. As many as you’d ever want,” Walters smiled for the first time since the couple started seeing them. “But I must warn you that with this sort of biology, we must take these next steps carefully,” he wasn’t able to finish his sentence before the couple made their way out the door and back home. Every staff member and patient watched in awe as an ass bigger than most sofas marched through the hospital hallways and out the double doors.
Sara climbed into the bed of their fortified truck and demanded Daniel hurry home. “Yes, Goddess.” It was a new pet name that she had floated and Daniel happily accepted. He seemed more happy to accept any and all of her requests. They were home in no time, and they barely made it inside their newly installed double-wide front door before Daniel was shoved to the ground.
“Daniel, honey, I need you to do one thing and one thing only today, okay?”
“Of course. Whatever the Goddess desires.”
“Oh I love when you say that.” The light was blocked out as she stood over his head. “I need you to get me pregnant.” She sat down hard, knocking the wind out of him just a bit. “I need you to take that newly enormous cock and shove it as deep as you can inside me. I need you to bless my altar with your seed and fill me until I can’t take another drop. I need you to drink from my tits when they flow with milk and satisfy my every need while I’m with child. Can you do that, Pet?”
“Yes, Goddess. It would be my honor.”
“Good. Now, please fuck me harder than you ever have before.” He didn’t need to ask twice as he tore away her sundress from beneath her. He slid to the correct position for her pussy to line up with her 15-inch cock, which was quite difficult with all her added weight.
“I need your seed, Daniel. Fuck me. HARD!” He plunged his member up into her plush, wet cunt and fucked her with a fervor he’d never shown before. It could be his desire, but most likely it was hers. Her arousal was now intoxicating, so the more she was turned on, the more Daniel was turned on.
She felt his member reach depths she never knew were inside her, stretching and filling with each stroke. His balls, now resembling overripe fruit, slammed into her planet-like ass as his orgasm grew closer and closer.
“You know I’ll be even bigger, right Daniel? More for you to love. To worship. I’ll need my pussy eaten daily. Can you do that for me, Daniel?”
“Yes, your grace.” He grunted, struggling to hold onto her thick thighs as he was getting closer to cumming.
“Good boy. I’ll still make sure I drain your cock every day. I do so love the taste and I especially love how much fills up my pussy. It needs it, Daniel. I need it. Do it for me. For us. For our future!”
Whether it was the words or the pheromones, he was on the verge of oblivion. “I can’t… hold on. I’m about to… cum!”
“Do it! Listen to me and cum in my pussy! My womb! Fill it! CUMMMMM!” Sara slammed her ass down, shoving furniture out of the way and nearly crushing her fiancé as she ground her ass into him, milking the seed from his balls. Each cheek was nearly taller than her and jiggled like an overfilled water balloon with defined muscle hiding beneath.
Daniel lost it. He was cumming, just as she commanded. She could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing, stretching her out more and more with each load filling her belly. She kept a hand on her belly button, imagining all the cum finally going to work inside her.
“Yes! You’re doing it, Daniel! Fuck! I love you! I love you so fucking much! FUCK!” She came as well, a firehose of girlcum spraying onto Daniel. She pressed down even harder onto him, stealing his breath from his lungs. Her belly was full of his cum and the floor was drenched with hers.
When all was said and done, the living room was flooded and some furniture was destroyed. The couple smiled at each other, both sure that they were pregnant. Daniel rubbed her belly, smiling. “I love you, Goddess.”
“I love you too, Pet. I was thinking, though,” she leaned down to his ear so he could see the monster ass sticking up in the air. “I think I should keep doing the treatment, don’t you?”
THE END