Arcadia Bay, Blackwell Academy, and almost everyone who called them home, are gone. But, before the storm, a single student swept through the school, seeming to know exactly what was to come, and exactly what to do and say to make her friends come with her to safety. Now Dana Ward, and all of the other girls of Blackwell, live with Max, and show her how grateful they are for their lives.
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Dana Ward had always been popular.
She had the smarts to excel in school.
She had the charm to make friends wherever she went.
She had the looks to be the envy of other girls and the object of every boy’s desire, the long legs, the blonde hair, the luscious lips and sparkling eyes.
Even when she had nothing, she had herself, until she gave herself willingly to another.
Arcadia Bay was gone, annihilated in a storm beyond anything in living memory. Her home, her family, many of her friends, had been swept away like dust on a shelf, and yet she had somehow survived.
No, not somehow.
Because of Max Caulfield.
Because of the Vortex Queen.
Once upon a time the popular kids of Blackwell Academy had banded together to form an exclusive party called the Vortex Club. Anybody who was anybody had been a member, and non-membership had been a quick and easy way to become just another face in the crowd. Dana had of course been a member, not quite so caught up in the elitism of the club perhaps, but still a fixture of the parties and the gossip and the cliques.
Now Blackwell was gone, but the Vortex Club remained, albeit changed.
Before Arcadia Bay had been obliterated, before Blackwell had been wiped off the map, one single, ordinary, overlooked student had swept in and led a select few lucky souls away to safety. None of them had understood why at first, but somehow she’d known just what to say and do to convince them, and they had watched their homes be destroyed at her side from beyond the reach of the storm.
They owed Max Caulfield their lives, and more.
Max’s uncanny ability to know just what to say to calm and sooth them, just what to do to make them happy and content, just how to touch them to make them sing with pleasure and cum like nobody else could make them, had transformed her from wallflower to queen of their new little family.
Whenever Dana was insecure, or doubtful, or grieving, Max would know and make the bad feelings melt away like snow. She could sense when any of her friends were unhappy in any way, and could make their worries fade with a word or a touch.
In a world where their homes and families and friends had been taken away, Max Caulfield was the surviving girls of Blackwell Academy’s rock, lover, caretaker, and queen.
Dana sighed and sat up with a grunt of exertion from her bed in Max’s mansion, her huge nine-month baby bump full and round and heavy as hell. It wouldn’t be long now, and then their little family would have a new little member.
For a moment, Dana wondered what her old boyfriend Logan would have thought about her current situation, or Trevor, who she had gotten with just days before the storm. She shook her head and stroked her belly. It didn’t matter, as far as she cared Max was her baby’s father. Max was everything she needed.
With her old wardrobe destroyed, Max had bought her and all of the rest of her harem new clothes, and Dana slipped her buxom body into a pale pink blouse that only just covered her puffy pregnant pussy, before walking out into the rest of the house to find breakfast.
Just as Max somehow knew exactly the right thing to do and say to make all of her friends become her adoring harem, her powers extended to preternatural luck. Within a week of leaving the ruins of Arcadia Bay she had won the lottery with a single ticket, within the month, she and her new family of shell-shocked and emotionally vulnerable girlfriends had moved into a luxury mansion south along the coast.
Dana had her own room, as did all of her friends, but she spent just as much time in Max’s bed as her own. All of their rooms lined a long corridor, at one end of which was Max’s master bedroom, and at the other end was the lounge, where she could see that she wasn’t the first to rise that morning.
Dana’s poor, battered heart fluttered as she waddled as quietly as she could towards Max, currently sitting on a couch with her back to her. In the span of a few months, she’d gone from liking the quiet, pretty, petite girl, to relying on her totally, from thinking she was nice, to loving her almost like a god.
She was so sweet and thoughtful, and wise beyond her years. Paired with her uncanny omniscience, It made Max the kind of girl Dana was happy to surrender herself too. Max took care of everything for her, her home, her clothes, her friends… her thoughts. When Max was around Dana could just stop worrying and grieving and doubting and exist as one of Max’s girlfriends, happy and content.
As she crept up behind Max, Dana saw that she and her girlfriend weren’t the only two awake, and she wasn’t the first to snatch up Max’s loving attention.
Taylor Christensen, a pretty, preppy, formerly bitchy member of the old Vortex Club, was knelt between Max’s thighs moaning and slurping into her pussy, her eyes squeezed shut as Max stroked her scalp.
Dana had never liked Taylor before, she had been a sycophantic lackey of Victoria Chase, one of Dana’s enemies and rivals at the academy, but now they were family, as was Victoria herself. All Dana felt seeing Taylor devour her girlfriend’s pussy was jealousy, and annoyance that she’d beaten her to the punch.
“Good morning, Maxie!” she cooed softly, pressing a kiss to her girlfriend and saviour’s cheek.
Max grinned and turned to catch her lips with her own, one gentle hand rising up to cup Dana’s face. “Hey Dana, how are you feeling?”
“Fat.” Dana sighed with a frustrated pout. “I can’t wait for this to be over.”
Max arched a brow, smile fading just a bit even as she snaked her fingers through the bright blonde hair of the girl currently worshipping her cunt. “Impatient to be a mom?”
“Maybe?” Dana admitted, walking around the couch and dropping down beside Max with a grunt of effort. “I don’t know… I miss how I used to look. Sometime I wonder if keeping Logan’s baby was the right choice, I don’t know anything about being a mom.”
Max stroked her palm over Dana’s belly before squeezing her chin and guiding her gaze to meet her own. “You would have regretted it, and you will be an amazing mother.”
She sounded certain, just like always, and Dana couldn’t help but wonder what her life would have looked like without the omniscient guidance of Max. Her thoughts faded as Max drew her close and pressed another loving kiss onto her lips. “Besides, you look hella sexy pregnant.”
Dana giggled before her voice melted into a groan, Max’s fingers stroking over the roundness of her stomach to between her thighs, stroking the plump pinkness of her pussy. “Ahn… Maaaax.”
“You’re already wet, Dana?” Max asked, voice taunting and mischievous, as she slowly slid two fingers deep into the blonde’s welcoming womanhood. “Those pregnancy hormones have you ready to explode, don’t they?”
“I’m soooo horny. I wore out the batteries on my vibrator last night.” Dana agreed, before her voice took on a slightly bitter tone. “I wish you hadn’t been so busy with Juliet.”
Max laughed, her own breath hitching as Taylor’s tongue curled inside her. “Hmmmm, I’d have asked you to join if I’d known.”
Dana blushed and bit her lip, rolling her hips against Max’s palm as she pumped into her.
It wouldn’t have been the first time she and one of her new ‘girlfriends’ fucked Max together. Fuck, most of the rest of her friends spent as much time licking one another’s pussies as they did buried in Max’s, but Dana was reluctant to join in the fun.
Maybe it was because until Max had swept her off her feet to safety, she’d never even considered sex with another woman. Maybe it was because she still secretly grieved her poor dead boyfriends. Maybe it was because she was the only pregnant girl in the house, the only one with swollen feet and leaky nipples and hormones driving her crazy with cravings for everything from pickles to Max’s pussy. It was hard not to be insecure, especially when some of the others had been so much closer to Max before the storm, or were so gleefully eager to show off their loving submission now they were all under one roof.
Dana groaned and leaned back, spreading herself wide for Max to finger, her milk-swollen breasts heaving as her breath became laboured. Before long, she was moaning and gasping wantonly, her raging libido overriding her embarrassment and hesitancy to behave like the doting lesbian sex-slave she knew deep down she was.
She was Max’s pet, her slut, her pregnant plaything, but Max was such a kind mistress Dana couldn’t help but submit.
She moaned and grasped Max’s wrist as her mistress added a third finger to her slobbering slit, curling and pumping and coiling inside her in a way that drove her wild.
“Max… Maxie don’t stoppp.” She pleaded, eyes rolling back as wave after wave of delicious ecstasy rolled through her.
“You like it when I fuck your pregnant pussy?” Max groaned, her free hand clenched in Taylor’s hair so hard the blonde whimpered and squeaked with pain, her tongue only lashing faster and hungrier at Max’s cunt. Both the girl’s own hands were hard at work in her own holes, furiously strumming her soaking pussy whist a single dainty finger toyed with her winking asshole.
“Y… yessss, Max!” Dana whined, pushing herself against Max’s hand.
“Say it.”
Dana mewled, her thick thighs shaking, her gigantic belly wobbling, as after weeks of resistance, her maddening, hormone-fuelled horniness broke her.
“Maaax! Fuck my pregnant pussssssssieeeee!” she howled, squeezing her own breast and sending a gush of milk spraying into the air like a fountain. “Don’t stop! Fuck me more! Make me cum like the stupid fat slut I ammmmm!”
“Dang girl, I was wondering what all the noise was.” A familiar voice laughed, as the blue-haired form of Chloe Price appeared over the back of the couch, her hands sliding over Max’s chest as she kissed her best friend’s cheek. “You’re not usually so loud, Dana.”
“Fuuuuuucck!” Dana squealed, arching her back as Max’s digits flexed inside her cunt and gently stroked her g-spot. “Gonna… cummm!”
Chloe purred and vaulted the couch, her naked tattooed body lithe and slender, completely opposite to Dana’s round, heavy, bloated frame. “God I love your rack, Dana… pregnancy’s got your titties swollen like crazy!”
Dana groaned though gnashing teeth, so, so close to orgasm as Max’s fingers never slowed inside her. She reached out with milk-wet fingers, and grabbed Chloe by the scalp, pulling her blue-haired head tight against her bouncing boobs.
Chloe didn’t mind, letting out a chuckle before her tongue dragged up and over Dana’s breast, collecting the trail of milk, before coiling around her leaking nipple.
Dana’s orgasmic squeal filled the house unashamedly, as her muscles tensed and her eyes rolled and her pussy splattered Max’s wrist with her nectar. It was enough to wake those who hadn’t already been enjoying their lazy morning, and as Dana lay spreadeagled and stroking her rounded gut, her friends slowly gathered around her, and their queen.
Max smiled victoriously as a dozen girls clustered around her, eager to please the girl who had saved their lives and given them everything they could ever need. She accepted her breakfast from Victoria, who knelt and held her plate, staring meekly up at her. She enjoyed Kate’s sweet kisses, as the shy girl nuzzled against her side to cuddle. She admired Chloe, as her closest and oldest friend presented the spiralling vortex tattoos she’d inked onto the asses of all of Max’s girls, finally healed and ready to show off.
Dana smiled, her raging libido temporarily sated, and saw that her mistress was happy.
It was all she ever wanted anymore, more than anything for herself like wealth or comfort or dignity.
Max was all that mattered.
She sighed sleepily and squeezed her heavy form up against Max’s other side, resting her cheek on her mistress’ shoulder as Max’s hand, still wet with Dana’s own nectar, gently caressed her stomach.
Soon her baby would join the family, ready to be raised by a dozen mothers, and one kind, wise, omniscient god of a father.