Story Preview - Bella's Voracious Adventures Side Story: The Mothers of Mossmire

Alright everyone, this story has been on my to do list for nearly two years and I keep hitting roadblocks. But I'm putting it out here so that I'm forced to finish it ASAP!

This is yet another side story featuring magically pregnant priestess Robyn! I'd obviously recommend reading my series Bella's Voracious Adventures to understand what's going on here, but you can probably enjoy some pregnancy-transfer goodness without prior knowledge.

The pics will probably get updated (and I've got a bunch more in store) but I wanted to give you all a taste those too.

Enjoy!

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“We’re lost,” I heard Aurelia mutter as she marched a few yards ahead of me.

“Silly fox. We are definitely NOT lost!” Shira yelled back from further up ahead.

“Well can we at least stop for a break?” I shouted ahead at the fox and tiger girls, blowing a sweaty lock of white hair out of my face for the umpteenth time today. “We’ve been wandering in circles and not all of us are 99% muscle,” I said with a glance behind me at our last party member. 

Robyn had been bringing up the rear ever since we started climbing this mountain. The grade wasn’t too steep, but it was unrelentingly steady. And while I had my heroically-boosted endurance, Shira had her tiger-strength, and Aurelia had…strong leg muscles from carrying all her cake…Robyn was a mostly normal human woman. 

With an obscenely massive pregnant belly.

The poor girl had to lean on her staff just to stay on her feet, but walked half bent over with her brown hair stuck to her flushed face. Robyn’s split-piece travel outfit, consisting of a cropped green tunic with a matching skirt and black leggings, clung to her curvaceous sweaty body. 

The gigantic maternal orb of her belly hung exposed below her, bumping against her thighs and extending past her knees. A little over two weeks had passed since we’d left Mossmire and it was unmistakably bigger. Just because Robyn’s pregnancy was “borrowed” didn’t mean the little ones stopped growing.

“A break…would be nice,” the priestess said shakily.

Despite Shira’s complaining to keep moving, we settled down on some rocks along the trail and pulled off our packs. Robyn’s belly completely filled her lap as she sat, but I also couldn’t help watching how much her chest jiggled as she adjusted herself. Her belly wasn’t the only thing that had grown; the priestess’s upper and lower curves had a bit of added padding too.

Robyn’s breasts, which had always been deceptively big considering she usually had them covered up, were unmistakably larger than her head now. Meanwhile her butt, hips and thighs now had a bit of extra plush that made them look more proportional to the hefty load hanging off her front. 

“I can see you staring, Bella…but frankly I’m too exhausted to care,” Robyn said, still trying to catch her breath.

“S-Sorry! Just wanted to see that you’re okay! And, if you don’t mind me saying, I’m surprised you’re still carrying those quints around. I don’t envy doing this hike on a full stomach.”

“Heh! Speak for yourself!” Shira butted in. “Tigerkin warriors climb up and down the mighty steppes for days on end with prey in their bellies!”

“Well, too bad little Robyn’s not a fat cat like you,” Aurelia giggled. “Though she’d probably be pretty cute if she was.”

Robyn rolled her eyes, then looked down at her chest.

“If I had to guess, these…‘changes’ might be because of how long I’ve been carrying such a large pregnancy. I usually only carry one or two unborn children around. And the one previous time I was a comparable size, I only had them for a few days.”

“Hmm,” I mused, trying my best not to let my horny ‘Damn girl! Nice bod!’ thoughts override the scientific inquiry, or show on my face. 

“Holly, you got any insight?” I asked the little floating avatar.

“Hey, just because it’s my mana doesn’t mean I understand exactly how Robyn’s ritual works. But her reasoning seems to make sense to me,” the goddess said.

Robyn continued. “As for why I haven’t returned these babies, it’s because I promised their mother to hold onto them as long as possible. She’s got a lot of work to do, and every day I can help shoulder her burden, the better off her family will be.”

“That’s kind of you, though this seems like a lot of effort for someone you only knew for a few hours,” Aurelia said.

“Not at all. I’d gladly carry any mother’s children for as long as they wished.”

“Heh, probably a bit more than glad-” I cut myself off as Robyn glared at me. Just because her belly fetish was blatantly obvious, and she was in like company, didn’t mean she was comfortable with it being said aloud quite yet.

“Uwahh…what I meant to say was, even if you’re happy to help, it’s still a lot to carry these kids up a mountain. What exactly did you get up to back in Mossmire before we met up?”

“Oh, err, it wasn’t that exciting,” Robyn waved me off.

“Still, why not tell us while we’re taking a break! It’ll be nice to have someone else telling stories for once!” Aurelia said.

“Yes, please share the mysteries of your baby belly!” Shira grinned.

Robyn glanced between us in silence, but eventually let out a relenting sigh when it was obvious everyone was waiting for her to speak. 

“Well, after we got to the Lakehouse…”

[While Robyn’s retelling to her party omits some of the juicier details, the text below describes the events exactly as Robyn experienced them]

As Robyn stood alone in the Lakehouse foyer alone, she let out a silent groan of disappointment. Her “loyal companions” Bella and Aurelia had ditched her at the first chance at naughty tummy time; Bella filling her belly with bunnies, and Aurelia getting gobbled up by a huge lizard woman.

No, that wasn’t totally fair. Bella had offered for Robyn to join her in her carnal feast. And it wouldn’t have been the first time Robyn had enjoyed the sight and touch of the plump sorceress’s stuffed stomach. But she’d known Bella for barely a month at this point, and while there’d been a bit of friendly belly rubbing between the two of them, the thought of jumping into bed with Bella in a brothel felt…inappropriate. Rushed. Not how she would want to do it. 

Wait, DID she want to “do it” with Bella? Robyn didn’t need a mirror to know her face was as red as a strawberry.

“Snap out of it!” Robyn shook her head. “They told me to find some way to entertain myself, and that’s just what I’m going to do.”

The young woman smacked her flat stomach with both hands and stared at it disapprovingly. She hadn’t been “pregnant” for four days, and she was going to rectify that.

The priestess adjusted her shoulder bag, picked up her staff, and stepped up to the large wooden door at the entrance to the Lakehouse. A gentle knock and the portal was swung open by the pair of curvaceous greeters who’d let Robyn and her companions in only a few moments before.

“Come again!” one said cheerfully and with a practiced bounce of her bust.

Robyn just nodded curtly in reply as she stepped down onto the dirt road making up the main thoroughfare of the seedy little settlement of Mossmire. The ramshackle town may have lacked the general safety and refinement of a city like Amberwind, but Robyn knew that anywhere people settled, there would be families too. And families meant there were probably expectant mothers somewhere among them. But how might she find them?

SPLOOOSH

A passing horse-drawn cart splashed through a large puddle in the muddy street, sending a wave of dirty brown water at Robyn. She tried to leap back out of the way, but speedy reflexes were not Robyn’s forte. The mud splashed across Robyn’s lower body, soaking her skirt, leggings, and boots.

“Goddess really?!” was what Robyn wanted to scream. But years of temple training in decorum stifled her exasperated cry. At least on the outside. Inside it felt like she was breaking down: abandoned by her companions, covered in filth, and not even a big round belly to make her feel better. 

In the past she would have sought comfort knowing she was being watched over by her patron deity, most divine Hollinorarae. Robyn had been over the moon when she’d finally met the light goddess, Holly as she preferred to be called, and even seemed to be doing a good job befriending her. 

But familiarity had unblurred some of the line between follower and divine; Holly wasn’t omnipotent, and her small avatar had flown off somewhere while Bella and co. took care of business in town. Robyn was alone.

“Oh my goodness, are you alright?” a voice said from above.

Robyn looked up for the source of the voice. A woman with big green eyes and bright orange-red hair stood atop the cart that had just splashed by. But it was her other features that really drew Robyn’s attention.

The tall pointed horns atop her head and floppy ears out the sides identified her as a cow demi-human, along with the absolutely massive breasts that were practically exploding out of her blouse. Said breasts would have easily fallen to her waist, were they not held up by an equally big belly. Her dress swelled out to accommodate the enormous sphere, leaving a large tent of fabric hanging below it. 

Something tingled in the back of Robyn’s mind. While this stranger was a demi-human, that belly didn’t seem to be full of some unfortunate prey; the cowgirl was pregnant! Robyn simply knew she was! Maybe it was due to her particular magic, or perhaps just due to years of eyeing up expectant mothers.

“I told you to go slow through town, you big oaf!” the cowgirl said, smacking the man beside her on the shoulder. He also appeared to be a young cow demi-human, and wore basic farming clothes over his hulking frame. 

“S-Sorry…” the man said, sheepishly rubbing his shoulder. 

The cowgirl turned back to Robyn. “I’m so sorry about the mess. Why don’t you climb up with us and we’ll get you cleaned up.” She gestured towards the rear of the cart. 

Under normal circumstances, Robyn would have declined. First due to the humbleness expected of the priesthood, and second due to the sketchy nature of this unfamiliar town. But since the one making the offer appeared to be a kind, and very big pregnant woman…

Robyn nodded and stepped to the rear of the cart. The cowgirl bent down and extended a hand to help Robyn in. The priestess’s face flushed as she saw the wall of cleavage coming towards her, only to be jolted back into focus as the cowgirl pulled her up with unexpected strength. 

“There you go! Take a seat next to me, darling. Sorry if it’s a little tight!” 

Robyn complied, lowering herself onto the makeshift bench while trying not to bump against or stare at the very bountiful boobs and belly of her new acquaintance. Once seated, the driver flicked his rod and the horses started off again.

“I’m Freida,” the cowgirl introduced herself. “The lunk up there is my husband Hugo. What’s your name?”

“Oh,Robyn Heartwood. Thank you for the ride.”

“Well it’s our fault your clothes are all messy like that. Speaking of which, we don’t see too many folks dressed like you around these parts? Are you an adventurer?”

“Uh…sort of? I’m a priestess of Hollinorarae.”

“Oh my! It’s an honor to have met your holiness. Though, uh…which god is that again?” Freida smiled sheepishly.

“She’s the, uh, goddess of light and guardian of life. She doesn’t have as big a following as some of the others. I’m actually the only priestess of hers in Amberwind.”

“Big city girl, huh?” said Hugo from the front seat.

“Shush! Don’t be rude to a holy woman!” Freida chided.

“No no, it’s fine. I’d prefer if you treated me the same as anyone else,” Robyn said, not wanting to spark an argument.

“If you say so, Miss Robyn. But what brings a nice priestess like you to the Lakehouse?” Freida asked. 

“How did…”

“Honey, you were standing right in front of it when we splashed you.

Robyn wasn’t sure just how much of their quest she wanted to reveal to these strangers. But they also seemed nice enough.

“We’re looking for info on a rare item, but the Lady couldn’t meet with us right away. My friends decided to wait inside, but I felt like venturing elsewhere.”

“Ah, didn’t feel like sampling the Lady’s wares?” Freida grinned.

“Errr…”

“No judgment. It’s certainly not for everyone. I actually used to work there!”

“R-Really?!” Robyn couldn’t help glancing down at Freida’s massive bosom. The two orbs bounced and shook as the cart slowly rolled down the uneven street.

Freida laughed. “I can tell what you’re thinking. And yeah, the clients love demi-cows like me for just that reason. But when Hugo and I got married I left that life behind. I still keep in touch with some of the girls, now and then. They’re a good bunch. And their advice has been super helpful during this pregnancy.”

“That’s good to hear. And blessings upon you for a safe birth,” Robyn said.

“Oh my! I don’t even want to think about giving birth! And I’ve still got a loooonng way to go,” Freida sighed.

“Really? If you don’t mind me saying, you look due any day now.”

“Sure, to a human maybe. I’m six months in, but demi-cow pregnancies usually get to term closer to a year, and our babies are born bigger than humans. And there’s the itsy bitsy fact that I’m actually having multiples.”

Robyn blushed. “H-how many?”

“Five! Can you believe it?! Twins are practically unheard of for our kind, and I’m going to be having quints!”

“W-Wow…” Robyn whispered, watching as Freida absentmindedly rubbed her hand across the side of her spherical tummy. So many little lives stuffed inside, warm and safe. 

Freida turned and glared at Hugo’s back. 

“This is all his fault,” Freida said with a pout.

“I mean, multiples are kind of just up to fate-” Robyn started.

“No, I mean it’s literally because he did something crazy. See, my genius husband was a little nervous leading up to our wedding night, and so he bought a mystery concoction from a traveling salesman to really ‘pep’ him up.”

“H-Hey! She doesn’t need to know about that!” Hugo yelped.

Freida ignored him. “It pepped him up alright! The night WAS wonderful, but once we found out just how much I was ‘with child’ I figured something was up and got him to spill the beans.”

“And I’ve been apologizing ever since,” the big bull sighed.

Freida sighed and shook her head. “Still, I can’t be too hard on him. He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he’s my best friend and he’ll be a great father. But we didn’t expect for me to be THIS pregnant so soon and it really limits the work I can do around the farm. There’s a lot to do before winter and we don’t have the coin to hire more help.” 

Oh? Robyn’s ears perked up.

“Ah but I don’t want to bury you with all our problems, priestess. We’ll figure something out. Worst case I can go back to working at the Lakehouse.”

Robyn opened her mouth to make a suggestion when the cart rolled over a particularly deep pothole. The priestess let out a little yelp as she was tossed forward…right into Freida’s very soft side. The larger woman’s weight had been enough to keep her in place.

Robyn’s face was buried in the side of Freida’s soft breast. Her hands wrapped around the cowgirl’s body; the right on the curve of Freida’s back just above her tail and plump ass, while the left lay atop her firm belly. 

So warm… Robyn thought to herself.

“Oop! You alright little lady?” Freida asked, apparently unbothered by just where Robyn was touching.

Robyn barely heard Freida chide Hugo to watch the road. Her senses were growing more and more focused into her left palm.

So big…

Mana surged through Robyn’s fingertips. Her body was on autopilot as an incantation played through her mind. 

Let these souls seek shelter within me…

Most magic users cast their spells aloud, to avoid distracting thoughts from interfering with their spells. But Robyn knew this one by heart, and in this moment she was singularly, if not consciously, focused.

For a brief moment, a soft golden glow emanated from Robyn’s hand. Freida didn’t seem to notice with the shelf of her bust in the way, but she certainly did feel what happened next.

“Ugh, priestess…mind sitting up? My belly feels weird.”

Freida gently pushed Robyn off of her so that they were back in their side-by-side seating arrangement. The cowgirl placed a hand on her belly and rubbed in gentle circles, trying to ease whatever was going on inside. That was when she realized that her belly was shrinking.

“What the hell?” she blurted out. Freida used both her arms to gather up her giant breasts and squish them back enough to see that the dome of her belly was getting smaller before her eyes!

“What’s going on?” Hugo said, sensing the panic in his wife’s voice.

“I don’t know!” Freida caught motion out of the corner of her eye and turned to see that Robyn was bent over in her seat with her head down.

“P-Priestess, something is happening to me! My babies-”

Just as Hugo pulled the cart to a stop in a side street, Robyn leaned back upright and Freida’s jaw dropped. The priestess’s once-flat belly was rapidly expanding! First appearing just a little bloated, it was quickly rounding out to the size of a full-term pregnant belly. And it kept growing, even popping out Robyn’s navel in the process.

Robyn bit her lip and squirmed as she felt the growing weight filling her lap. She managed to hold in her moans, but she was getting so big so fast! These demi-cow babies were already much bigger than the size of full-term human ones. Her belly shot past 9-months-with-twins size, then triplets, then quadruplets. From there the size comparison got a little more murky, but the expanding sphere only stopped growing after it had completely filled her lap and extended to her knees. The only time Robyn’s womb had been more full was when she’d taken on the near-dozen children of an adventuring couple a few months back.

“S-So biggg…” Robyn mumbled through sleepy eyelids.

“P-Priestess! A-are…m-my babies in there?” Freida asked, hardly believing the question she was asking.

Robyn’s eyes snapped fully open and she clamped her mouth shut. Luckily she hadn’t started drooling. The priestess looked between Freida and Hugo’s stunned faces, then back to her enormous, round, heavy belly.

“Agh! I’m so sorry!” Robyn yelped. “I didn’t mean to take them like that! You can have them back!”

“What do you mean-”

“RETURN!”

There was a flash of light and suddenly Freida’s blouse exploded outwards as her quintuplets reappeared in her womb. Luckily she was still sitting, else she might have toppled over. Typically Robyn returned any borrowed babies at a gentler rate, but in her panic she’d pulled the proverbial emergency brake and instantly transferred the whole brood back.

“I should go. Sorry for causing you trouble!” Robyn said, trying to gather her things and hop off the cart. A firm hand grabbed her wrist.

“Hang on! Just wait a second,” Freida said, holding onto Robyn as she steadied herself in her seat. “You’re the Lightbearer! The pregnant priestess! Hugo, she’s the one that your cousin was telling us about!”

“O-Oh! You’ve…uh…heard of me?” Robyn said. Freida let go of her arm and Robyn made no moves to flee, but she remained standing for the moment.

“Yeah, a traveling relative of ours was telling us a few weeks back about a priestess in Amberwind who's been helping mothers with their pregnancies. I’ve got a bad memory for details though, so I didn’t realize it was you until…well…” 

Freida pantomimed her belly shrinking and Robyn’s expanding, with a few added “blooommph!” sound effects. Robyn’s blush deepened but her priestly etiquette prevented her from burying her face in her hands.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s an honor to meet you!” Freida smiled.

“S-So you’re not mad?”

“Mad? No way! That power of yours is amazing!...Can you do it again?”

“Umm,...I suppose.”

Robyn sat back down next to Freida and repeated the ritual, properly this time. The cow couple watched with awe as Robyn’s belly expanded at the same rate that Freida’s shrank. Robyn took deep breaths, partially since it helped her body get accustomed to the changes, but mostly to keep her libido under control. When all was said and done, Robyn’s lap was filled by a pale maternal sphere while Freida’s waist was back to being completely overshadowed by her bust.

“Incredible!” Freida said, reaching over and rubbing her hand across her children’s new abode. Robyn couldn’t help a small moan from escaping her mouth.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have touched without asking,” Freida said.

“It’s fine! They’re your kids in there. And -OOF!- they’re very active. I think all those transfers really woke them up.”

Freida and Hugo, who’d joined them in the back of the cart, took a moment to gently feel their unborn quints now bouncing around inside Robyn’s womb. Robyn loved tender moments like this. She sat quietly and enjoyed the sensations on both sides of her tummy’s skin. 

“Oh this is so cool!” Freida said. “Miss Robyn, you have GOT to come meet the girls! They’re going to be absolutely floored!” 

“The girls?” Robyn asked.

“A local mothers group! There are a few former Lakehouse girls there too. That’s where we were headed before! C’mon, just a quick visit! It’ll be fun!”