Detention by threk

Detention by threk

Unimaginatively named, but the premise isn’t hugely original anyway; two girls get on the wrong side of a teacher at their boarding school, followed by shameless amounts of smut and the pair generally having a bad time. Hopefully the execution is worthwhile.

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Chapter 1

Exams approached with the end of the school year and the last lesson period of the day was about to begin at Avorton Boarding School, Avorton or ABS for short, but this was not at the forefront of the minds of Gemma Curtis or Hailey Palmer, sequestered as they were in the supply closet of an empty classroom and being thoroughly unacademical. Hailey’s caramel skin brushed against Gemma’s almost translucent white skin as they took advantage of the first bit of real privacy they’d managed to get in over a week to kiss and clumsily caress what they could reach of each other around their slightly unbuttoned uniforms in the cramped cupboard.

This sort of thing would be risky at a normal school, but even more so at a school such as Avorton BS with a reputation for extreme “corrective” measures when it came to student behaviour. ABS was a place many desperate parents sent their troublesome offspring as a last resort in the hopes that they’d be a bit more obedient on their return, and so the numerous bits of paperwork had release waivers that allowed teachers to enforce pretty much anything they cared to try as punishments, no matter how… unconventional. Other parents sent their children here because they were themselves alumni, and a few just found it as a nearby school and presumably didn’t quite read the small print.

Risky was putting it lightly.

The sweet nothings they were murmuring to each other was interrupted by the sound of a door opening, the classroom light flicking on and the general hubbub of a teacher and their class filing in.

“Shit! I thought this room was hardly ever used! What do we do?” Hailey hissed as she peeked through a crack in the cupboard door.

“It’s not! We just got unlucky, we’ll have to stay hidden until the lesson’s over.” Gemma whispered from behind her, “Whose class is it?”

“… Oh crap, it’s Varis.”

Professor Freya Varis was a tall woman, with wavy blonde hair and a pretty face that seemed almost laid back most of the time. It was a façade though, otherwise she wouldn’t be working at Avorton. While she was indeed reasonable with most, she was incredibly strict when student misbehaviour called for it, and where she drew the line on what merited discipline varied massively with how she felt. Even among the ABS faculty she had a reputation for severe and often bizarre punishment, and this unpredictable approach was responsible for her students’ good behaviour.

“Ah, well, all the more reason to stay hidden then…” Said one of the students not currently behaving.

Minutes ticked by in the dark closet. Without the space to sit down, Hailey shifted her weight from leg to leg and listened to the biology lesson outside. The pale redhead behind her though was getting uncomfortable. Gemma had always been the more rebellious of the two, and not only was she getting bored, but a mild claustrophobia was making her antsy. Distracting herself with more amorous thoughts of her black-haired partner, she daringly manoeuvred an arm around the shorter girl in front of her and gently slid a hand under the untucked shirt to grasp Hailey’s bust.

Distracted by the lesson Hailey was startled and squeaked, clapping a hand over her mouth.

The silence was deafening as Freya paused speaking, and the moment stretched painfully before the lesson resumed. Did they get away with it?

A shuddering breath left Hailey, her pulse slowing as she felt Gemma’s fingers unfreeze and begin to massage her breast. Turning her head towards the culprit of the pleasant pressure, she could just make out a Cheshire cat grin in the dark closet. She had to admit, she was excited by the naughtiness so close to danger as well, and no longer surprised by the sudden touch, she carefully shuffled around to face Gemma and join in. In silence, except for the slightest sound of rustling fabric and lips joining and parting, intrepid fingers of both girls disappeared under each other’s skirts and they made the best of being stuck together for the rest of the class.

Unwilling to risk an errant moan that may alert the professor, they restrain themselves from actually climaxing. While incredibly enjoyable, this also left the two quite pent up, so when they hear the scrape of chairs and other sounds of stationary being put away, they are relieved to know that they’ll soon be able to relieve some of this frustration. The chatter of the class dies away as the students file out, and Hailey diverted an eye to the crack in the door. Turned away from Gemma, although with Gemma’s arms still wrapped around her and hands still active, she held her breath as she watched Professor Varis close the blinds on the windows and walk out of view. There was a click as the lights were turned off, a rattle of the door being locked, and then quiet.

Everyone had left. They could puzzle out how to get out of the classroom later, for now though, Hailey turned back and raised her face to meet Gemma’s, wordlessly and enthusiastically continuing to make out with the lewder motions getting more energetic with anticipation.

Not just hands under clothing now, with that door locked they were safe in their privacy, and Gemma popped open Hailey’s shirt. Gemma may have been almost a head taller than Hailey, but even with Gemma’s double Ds the shorter girl had an advantage in size when it came to her chest, and she moaned as the curvier shortstack pressed her impressive hourglass figure against her to kiss her neck.

BANG

The truant twosome let out startled yelps in tandem as without warning the closet door was yanked open, slamming into the wall to reveal the imposing figure of Professor Varis looming over the two of them, a grin plastered on her face like the cat that ate the canary. Or more accurately that had caught two of them, and couldn’t wait to get to the next step.

Freya Varis hadn’t actually punished anyone in a little while. Not that she hadn’t wanted to; she’d got an idea based on some experimental experiences she’d had with an ex-boyfriend that she’d really enjoyed at the time, and was now itching to try it out on some unwitting victim. For the last couple of weeks though, all of her students had been irritatingly well-behaved, and the few that hadn’t been always seemed to be caught by another teacher before she could get to them.

She was thrilled then to hear a tiny squeak-slap that sounded like it came from the supply closet. Certainly none of her class seemed to have heard it so she bided her time, either her suspicions were wrong and no-one would see her checking an empty cupboard, or she’d want the privacy for what she was about to dole out. Freya closed down the room after the lesson was finished, locking the door with her still inside and then stalking closer to the cupboard, waiting until she heard a quiet moan to strike.

Towering domineeringly over two of her student as they broke apart and scrambled to cover up their state of undress, she was overjoyed at how perfectly this had all come together, not one but two morsels quite literally cornered with no way out.

“Misses Curtis and Palmer, so kind of you to join me in my class.” She sneered at the two girls.

“Professor! We were just-”

“We weren’t, uh-“

They both stuttered over attempts at excuses, but they both knew that it was useless, and did not like the look that Professor Varis was giving them. They were wild for each other, and just rebellious enough that the risk of punishment seemed worth it… But actually being faced with some unidentified punitive measure of unknown severity was a different thing entirely, and clammed up nervously when Varis resumed talking.

“I think we all know what you were really doing, and we also know that it is absolutely unacceptable.” Gemma found herself wishing the teacher didn’t look as cheerful as she did when she said that. “As such, some discipline is required.”

“Please Miss, we won’t-”

“Strip.”

“… Pardon Miss?”

“You heard me,” Freya said as she stood aside to let them out of the cupboard and began to unbuckle her own cream-coloured trousers, “I can see you’ve made a start taking your clothes off, now finish doing so.”

The two glanced at each other. That may have been their original plan, but with the threatening presence of a teacher, carrying on as before did not help them relax much, and they couldn’t help but feel under scrutiny. Hesitantly though, they obeyed and finally stood naked before Freya, trying to shield at least a little of their bodies from the view of the woman who for some reason was only bare from the waist down.

“Kneel.”

“…”

“If you’d prefer to be paraded through the school corridors without your clothes instead for your misbehaviour then that’s fine by me, but if not, I said kneel!”

They knelt, shivering on the cold floor.

“Good girls~”

Freya was bluffing really, she would much rather they cooperate with what she had in mind, although she’d be happy for them to resist after a certain point. She’d welcome it, even. For now though she continued speaking as she approached Gemma, the taller girl barely coming up to her pubis.

“Your punishment will last for one week, taking us just up to the end of year exam week.”

Gemma and Hailey obviously weren’t pleased, but were also a little confused. What kind of punishment could be meted out in the nude on a classroom floor that would last for a week?

“So, what do you actually want us to do?” Gemma asked, leaning back slightly as Freya’s trimmed blonde pubes closed the distance between them and her own long red hair.

“You two won’t need to do very much at all I suppose; you’ll be spending the week in a special detention.”

A blush grew on Gemma’s freckled face as the tall woman basically straddled it, her vision overtaken by her professor’s vulva. She took a short breath and smelled arousal on the air that wasn’t hers or Hailey’s. Did her professor want her to eat her out? For a week? Would they be meeting her in the evenings or something? Her questions fled from her head when the hips suspended above her dropped, grinding the moistening entrance over her face. She tentatively poked out her tongue, thinking that this was what was wanted, but couldn’t get to the clitoris. More and more weight was put on her until with a groan from Freya, the vagina stretched surreally and sank over her face. Moist flesh covering her mouth and nose, her air had been cut off, and slight panic set in, flailing her arms and slapping them against the thighs holding her head tight.

Hailey could only stare, stunned at the sight of Gemma sliding deeper into a pussy than she’d thought possible. The older woman ground her hips against her girlfriend’s shoulders until something gave, and her belly bulged outwards sharply as she sank down to Gemma’s waist, the redhead’s hands now pinned to her sides, only able to tap feebly against her own folded legs. Varis raised herself again, her grip on Gemma’s torso lifting the half-consumed girl up too, just enough for her swinging legs to find their footing before the professor dropped. Now braced, the legs had nowhere to go but in as the buttocks slapped against the floor, disappeared in a streamlined schluck that left only the toes wiggling under the cheeks as the rest of Gemma’s form visibly squirmed, curled up in Freya’s distended belly.

“Fuuaaahhh…” The professor rolled backwards, face bright red and panting from the exertion, reclining onto her back with the dome of her belly above her to put her nethers on full display to the dumbstruck Hailey.

“Give me… a hand… with this…” Freya instructed breathily, indicating the flexing feet that had slipped out to the ankles.

Swallowing with a dry mouth, Hailey tentatively crawled towards the entrance, placing a hand on the bulge above it to steady herself, and was distracted by the motion of Gemma beneath the skin. Was her girlfriend trying to get comfortable? She was surprised she hadn’t heard anything from the taller girl, but… no… right there on the edge of hearing, an indistinct murmur that matched a faint vibration through her fingertips that could have been a muffled complaint, like someone humming in the next room. If she hadn’t been so close and listening for it, she would have missed it. Was this how she would interact with the outside world for a whole week? Even with the smell of arousal reminding her that she’d be spending that time naked with her girlfriend, she shuddered.

Her gawking at the bulges that Gemma made and the stretched pink netherlips of the larger woman was interrupted by said woman interjecting impatiently. “Tick Tock, Miss Palmer, don’t keep me waiting…”

“We’ll… be able to breathe in there, right?”

“Yes, yes, my womb will provide oxygen, and once I start eating for three it’ll secrete a liquid that will keep you sustained too, now hurry up I NEED you in me!”

Hailey blanched at both the idea of drinking someone’s bodily fluids, and how blatantly turned on Freya was. This punishment was obviously more for her benefit that for theirs, and she made one last attempt to talk their way out of it, or at least schedule some breaks from it. “But, how will we go to the bathroom?”

“My juices work via your skin and mucosal membranes, and can extract waste molecules the same way, you won’t need the bathroom now LAST CHANCE!” Freya’s legs grabbed her from behind and slapped her face against Gemma’s butt. “Join your friend, or she can stay in me ALONE and I’ll come up with something far worse for you!” With her ear pressed to the belly, she could just make out Gemma’s worried voice calling her name.

Well that was that, she’d tried at least, and she wasn’t going to let her girlfriend be stuck in solitary confinement.

Deep breaths, a luxury she’d taken for granted, she thought. Professor Varis rolled over onto all fours, her swollen belly now swinging under her as she presented herself. Hailey grabbed Gemma’s ankles and pushed, the tight ring of the cervix stretching painfully over her knuckles as she began her slow swan dive into her allotted jail cell.

“Oh ffuuuUUU-!”

Professor Varis’ exclamation was suddenly muted by the pussy clamping down on her ears, as if she’d dunked her head underwater. Hailey tried not to think about what she was doing to her professor and pushed onwards with grim determination.

Freya was almost frothing at the mouth, bucking her hips as each breast stretched her as they slipped inside, the more pronounced curves of the second girl forcing her wide open before she was given the respite of the narrower waist. Trying unbirth with her ex had been a glorious experiment that had left her feeling strangely hollow when it had inevitably had to end. Every time they’d done it was as mind-blowing as the last, but she’d found the craving for fullness growing stronger each time she let him out, and when they finally parted ways she left with an emptiness she couldn’t lose. This was everything she’d dreamed of, two whole people pushing her to her absolute limit like never before, it was filling that hole that she NEEDED filled, she was so close to feeling complete again when… Hailey stopped getting any deeper.

The girl’s hips were too wide, Freya couldn’t quite stretch around them.

“Nnn, nnnnn..” She grunted unintelligibly, she couldn’t falter here, not when she was so close to the finish line. Heaving herself up, she plunked herself down again on Hailey’s butt onto a nearby chair, the girl’s darker legs kicking between her paler ones from under her belly. With her weight on Hailey’s rear, she grabbed the chair with both hands, pulling herself down with all of her strength and gravity combined. Natural lubrication dribbled over the protruding cheeks, and slowly, imperceptibly, the sheer strain creaked her gyrating hips wider over the brown buttocks until finally they gave. Cresting the widest point, the rear was swallowed in a rush that slapped her onto the seat and tipped her face-first into a pile of discarded clothing on the floor before she fell onto her side.

Giving up all pretences of discipline, Freya’s fingers did as Hailey’s had done and followed the most recent girl to the velvet tunnel, though with the thighs still occupying it they wandered instead to her throbbing clit. Her pussy ached from the abuse she was putting it through, but with the deep fullness wiggling in her core she loved every second of it.

Fingers rubbed fervently at her love button with increasing desperation; she needed this so badly, she needed to climax while she was still being thrust into before the pulsating passage pulled Hailey totally inside. Chest heaving, her free hand flailed to grab one of the girl’s ties and shoved it into her own mouth, biting down on the makeshift gag, muffling the moans coming louder and louder. Still frantically stroking her clit with one hand, the other now reached behind her, and pressed on the soles of the wiggling feet still poking out from her, and with final animalistic cry, muffled by fabric and gritted teeth, revelled in the climax that crashed over her to the feeling of the last of her prey grinding past her G-spot as it sank past the point of no return.

Spitting out the tie, she lay there panting and waited for her head to stop swimming. There was a ringing and her own racing heartbeat filling her ears, but she listened for any footsteps or other signs someone may have heard the activities. She smiled at the silence, and pondered fuzzily how lucky it really was that there’d been a leaky pipe in her normal classroom. If it hadn’t been for that, this pair’s little escapade probably would have worked out fine. It worked out well for her at least.

With a grunt she struggled to her feet and the girls tried to get comfortable in her and each other’s embrace. Considering how much her abdomen had stretched to accept them, you’d think they’d have a little more space to move, but the force of her orgasm had her clenching every muscle in her body, and the girls had been squashed together till they could hardly squirm. It had actually shrunk her belly a little, a handy trick she’d learned years back to make the bulge of her boyfriend more manageable. Still enormous, with the shapes of her two captives poking out occasionally, but held tighter to her body and centre of mass, so easier to deal with. She patted her engorged abdomen happily, and wiped some of the drool from her chin.

“Get used to it in there girls, you two aren’t going anywhere until you’ve served your detention.” Freya announced, not expecting an audible response, although when a vibration accompanied a bulge being pressed briefly outwards she added, “And don’t bother shouting, I can’t hear you.” Her shirt rode high over her stomach as she put her removed clothing back on, her panties snapped into place with an air of finality before she gathered up the two piles of uniform and headed to her room, basking in the glow of finally feeling complete. She didn’t know how she’d gone so long without it.

That evening was an educational experience for the two students in the dim red light of their new confines. The predator strutted and posed in front of a mirror, drinking in the sight of them held so close to her and rubbing her hands all over her enormous belly. That she’d enjoyed shoving the two of them inside of her went without saying, but it was obvious now just how much she loved just having the two of them in her like a bizarrely overdue pregnancy. Hailey knew from brief experience just how little they could be heard from outside, but to the pair’s surprise they had no trouble hearing her talking to the other teachers at the staff table when she went to the dining hall for dinner. With a bit more effort they could even make out what was being said back.

“An extended after-school detention” she called it, assuring the other teachers of her charges’ safety and being met with varied reactions. Awe, curiosity, some uncertainty, but none of them seemed to actually be against it. They had free reign in this school after all. “I tried it a few years back with an old partner, it just feels right.” She enthused as the belly that had drawn so many eyes when she had walked into the hall shifted beneath the table.

“Felt right? She was feeling a lot more than ‘right’ wasn’t she?” Grumbled Gemma, idly poking upwards at the underside of the table pressing on her head.

“Ugh, you heard her; she’s done this before with a ‘partner’, this was always more about getting her off than anything else.” Hailey complained from her spot as little spoon.

“Gross. Really wish she didn’t feel the need to make us part of her sex life.”

One of the more intrigued female teachers must have sensed the incomplete truth there too, asking suggestively if it felt like anything else.

“Ahaha~ Well I do enjoy mixing business with pleasure…” The other teacher must have started looking at the dining students like a customer perusing wares at an adult store, because Varis continued, “As much as I can personally recommend it though,” she purred, “it does take some practice, so I’d advise you find a partner to rehearse with first.”

Gemma and Hailey spoke occasionally, half listening to the rest of the dinner chatter. Some comments were on how much food the professor was wolfing down now, others asked about the mechanics involved in the feat, but most of the talk was mundane. Hailey was glad at least to have Freya’s earlier words confirmed. A somewhat viscous, slightly salty-sweet-tasting liquid like very runny honey coated them as it oozed from the walls surrounding them and left them feeling… not full, but sated. Its scent filled the humid, but breathable air.

Mundane was how they expected the night to end when they returned to Varis’ room and their world carefully flopped on its side as Varis put the three of them went to bed. But as Gemma noted first, Freya’s omnipresent heartbeat was speeding up. Not that they could see it, but their blonde prison warden had retrieved a few items from her private toy box before lying down, including an old stethoscope that at first glance seemed incredibly out of place. Freya put it on, attaching the listening diaphragm to her belly with some tape. They didn’t hear her doing that. They didn’t hear her lubing up and carefully inserting a jewelled buttplug. They did however hear the start of the gasps and the buzzing, even through the layers of muscle and fat.

“Oh, are you KIDDING ME?!” shouted Gemma, oblivious to the grin on Freya’s face as she listened in on the voices normally too muffled to understand.

“This is so messed up…” Hailey moaned as her partner started to squirm in protest.

“No! She is NOT doing what I think she is doing!”

The redhead manoeuvred herself, trying to make her discomfort known. She was successful, even if she didn’t realise it and Freya didn’t care anyway. As she fought, unwillingly stimulating Freya as she did so, a new, slipperier liquid was secreted from the walls, and soon what was plastering their hair to their bodies was less sweet, but with a much stronger, more savoury smell.

“Oh God it smells like sex in here!” Hailey wailed. If she didn’t know any better she’d think the satisfied “Yeeeaahh~” from Varis had been in agreement. She tried not to think about it, or about the thick silicone member pressing against the cervix, nudging it into her.

“Gah, it’s everywhere! It- pfflegh! Shit! It got it my mouth!”

Freya’s orgasm came quickly, although not quickly enough for the students’ taste, the pulsating flesh rhythmically squashing them against each other in a rising tempo heedless of their objections. Their tangled limbs were mashed together as the masturbating blonde reached a peak and the womb spasmed wildly around them.

“You squirm so goooOOOD!”

She half-screamed, addressing them directly for the first time in hours as she shuddered in time to the waves of sensation rocking her.

The buzzing retreated and Gemma gave a little hiccup of a laugh in the limited space she had, the uterus having contracted as tight as it had been when they first left the classroom, maybe even a hair more so. They sat there with the deep heat of the womb’s juices being worked into every pore and crevice. Hailey panted, “At least… We can go… to sleep now… that she’s finished…”

A long moan reached them, and the muscles of Freya’s sweat-sheened belly twitched around them as the buzzing vibrator returned to its post. “I hope you girls didn’t think I was done just yet~” She crooned.

“No! NO!” Gemma shouted with tears stinging her eyes at the indignity of it all. “It’s not fair! All we were doing was making out, and now she’s straight up getting off using us as sex toys! Stop it! STOP IT!” she thrashed, trying to get the leverage to lash out in any way she could without hurting Hailey, somehow writhing into a 69 position.

“Gem, GEM! Moving’s only encouraging her! You heard her earlier, she likes it, let’s just… try to wait for her to finish.” Hailey was thankful when Gemma listened to her, as despite, or perhaps in part because of the agency being stripped from her, she was getting flustered. The temperature had risen in a deep heat that relaxed her muscles and muddled the mind, and the slippery fluid was tingling in a way she couldn’t deny was rather pleasant, seeming to heighten her sensitivity to the friction of every shift of the powerful organ, or of Gemma against her skin. The ever-present smell of arousal was making it very hard not to think about the vulva now tantalizing inches from her face.

Hearing them agree not to participate, Freya sighed, and decided to interject. “You know, you two could join in…”

“She can’t be serious.” Intoned Gemma. She could feel much the same sensations as Hailey, but the idea of indulging in the same way as Varis was just… Absurd.

“You two are in trouble for truancy and engaging in inappropriate behaviour during class. I won’t begrudge you a little fun after hours~” The blonde rocked her belly a little, stroking the curves of their bodies with one hand.

“She- She’s mad.” Said the pale girl, eyes wide in the darkness and expecting the same sentiment from her companion.

There was a whine, and Gemma started at the breath against her lower lips as Hailey said in a small voice, “We… We never did finish up what we were doing in the classroom…”

Freya’s belly was still for a moment before dual moans began to travel up the stethoscope, and the fidgeting motion of the two bodies became much more rhythmic.

“Fuuuuuuck…” Freya groaned happily as she unhurriedly slid the dildo home again and the two more inexperienced lovers fumbled with each other, every squirm sending delicious flickers of pleasure radiating from her core. She was in no hurry this time. Even if the girls were pretending not to hear her voice, ignoring the third party and focusing on each other rather than acknowledge how involved she really was, the trio were in a wonderful feedback loop. The more they moved, the further they pushed Freya, the more her belly pulsed around them in an inescapable massage that stimulated them and muddled the mind in the heat, and the more they writhed in response.

Soon enough the pent up pair finally found release in a crescendo more intense than anything they’d ever experienced, wailing at the electric sensations racing unrelentingly through them. They cried out in anguished ecstasy as it overwhelmed them and refused to subside, Varis’ scream of pleasure echoing theirs a split second later as the paroxysms shook the three of them. The professor kicked and bucked on her bed sheets, gripping her swollen abdomen for dear life even as the muscles rippling beneath her fingers smashed the convulsing duo deeper still into each other so close they couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended.

The three of them lay panting, brains slightly scrambled as the tremors slowly subsided leaving them in a sticky but warm glow.

“Haa, haa, glad you… saw it… my way…” Freya huffed, patting what was possibly a head.

No vocal response, just a light squish accompanying a weak kick as they let their heartbeats settle down. After a few minutes of rubbing though, her other hand moved to tenderly begin massaging her pussy, reading herself for round three.

When her charges felt the rocking resume she grinned, thankful for the stethoscope as she heard the reluctant but nevertheless painfully turned on groans of the duo being brought along for the ride.

She’d encouraged them have some fun with their predicament, but tonight was for her, and the protests of “Please, no more!” and “It’s too much!” were really not her problem.

She had a whole night ahead of her.

And she was in no hurry.

Shirts no longer even slightly fit when morning came. Some particularly stretchy sweaters and vertically ribbed turtlenecks just managed to fit over the massive swell though, so she wouldn’t be teaching indecently. At least, she wouldn’t be putting a lot of skin on display. Freya did note that her jeans and bras were ever so slightly tighter than before as well, but paid it little mind, and no-one else seemed to notice either, focusing instead on the more extreme change to her figure. The student body had been talking about her belly ever since she had appeared with it at the teacher’s table at last night’s dinner, trying to guess what had happened to give her a gut almost as big as her.

Stares and whispers followed her as she walked down the hallway.

“Is she pregnant?”

“How would she get that pregnant in one day?”

“Maybe she ate someone.”

“More than one, I think.”

“Must be a punishment.”

“Can she do that?”

“Apparently.”

“Are they okay in there?”

“Does anyone know who it is?”

“Maybe someone tried to break in!”

“They look too small to be adults, could be students.”

“I didn’t say they were adults, just that they might have tried breaking in.”

The belly had shrank a sliver more after her ‘exercises’ the night before, and with Gemma and Hailey’s outlines only partly obscured, rumours that she’d swallowed two girls and was now digesting them was spreading by the time she’d walked halfway to her first class of the day. She was mostly content to let them wonder as they parted like the red sea before her, conversations going quiet as she approached and restarting behind her.

Skirting around a gaggle of fourth years that looked like they were huddling for safety on one side of the hallway while they watched her pass, the oddly crowded passage funnelled her towards a younger boy who hadn’t seen her until he turned at the last second. Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time he was pressed up against the lockers, his face briefly smothered by her belly. Freya actually paused to apologise, she feeling good after all. The boy must have heard the groan from the encased lovers when squashed against them, as he seemed afraid when he looked up at her. Seeing her glowing expression though, tinted with concern for him, the fear was diminished and mixed with… awe, and more confusing emotions about her friendly face and the gravid bulge he would later reflect that he felt looked oddly attractive on her.

Feeling funny, he stuttered out an “It’s okay” before working up the nerve to ask this beautiful woman towering over him why her tummy was so big.

Freya surprised herself by feeling the need to give him an honest answer.

“I’m giving a couple of troublemakers an extra-special extended detention. This way I can keep a very close eye on them~” She said, biting back an elaboration on the other benefits she was enjoying. “It does make me rather big though, I look all fat!”

“N-no! I think you look n-nice!” He blushed shyly at a giggle from the group Professor Varis that immediately cut out at a sharp look she sent their way.

“Um, are they going to be okay in your tummy?”

The educator laughed light-heartedly, “They aren’t food, young man! No, I’m not digesting them. They’re in my womb where they’ll be just fine for as long as I see fit.”

“She didn’t eat them?” was hissed somewhere in attentive crowd.

“She put them up…”

“How did she-?”

“You could say it’s like they’re my babies until their detention’s over.” Said Professor Varis,

Her “babies” obviously seemed unhappy about this comparison, a handprint briefly stretching out of the now wriggling mass. Professor Varis hummed in response, rubbing the surface of her belly wherever bulges formed before they sank back into the elastic orb. Straightening up she composed herself.

“Anyway, now you know. I need to be getting to my class, and I’m sure you have one to be getting to too, right? Don’t want to be caught playing truant like these two do you?” She winked.

“Y-Yes Miss!”

“Good boy.”

With that she strode away, the boy unable to take his eyes off of her swinging hips as she left. She could use both carrot and stick when it came to students, but while her laid-back approach had certainly made an impression on this boy, almost every other pupil present was focusing entirely on the stick swaying from her front. More than one made an extra effort to get to class on time after that.

While Freya was enjoying feeling properly complete at long last while she taught, giving her belly the occasional rub, she largely ignored her two occupants, so classes were boring for Gemma and Hailey. They listened in on them, but since they couldn’t see what was going on they got even less from them than usual. It wasn’t like they could stretch their legs much, although they did shift themselves slightly into a spooning position, Hailey playing little spoon to the taller redhead. Without much else to do they talked.

About themselves, other students, family, friends, enemies and the rare person who was all three… It was good company at least, Hailey joked.

Compatible with each other or not, time measured by the heartbeat passed slowly, and by the time it was the final period of the day it was passing agonizingly slowly. Hailey had managed to doze off, but Gemma was wide awake. The walls of the uterus did their job and kept what little air was in there oxygenated, so they could breathe at least, but it was like breathing in a sauna. A cramped sauna. A cramped sauna that smelled like sex that you couldn’t get out of.

Mild claustrophobia was tickling her mind, and she pushed out with all limbs to make a bit of space. A tremendous amount of effort for not much reward; the pressure from the womb grew the more she pushed until she couldn’t hold it anymore and just squished back into place. There was a small hitch in Varis’ voice, and the smell of the air they were breathing became slightly closer to how it smelled last night. While Gemma did her best to put last night’s… exhaustive… experience of enduring their teacher’s affections out of her mind, once that train of thought was on the rails it eventually arrived at the memory of being with Hailey in the supply closet, arms wrapping around the shorter girl from behind so close to being seen and yet just out of view. It wasn’t exhibitionism, she thought, no-one could really see them and almost definitely wouldn’t hear them, and more importantly it was an excellent distraction from going stir crazy. So she murmured Hailey’s name into her ear to wake her and ask if she wanted to “do stuff”.

“What is Varis going to do?” she reasoned as part of her ideas pitch, “It’s not like she can drop the class, or say ‘excuse me, these two are getting it on in me, try not to notice me getting horny.’”

“Mmm, I don’t know… She might be mad…”

“She was more than happy for us to be doing stuff last night, and you heard her ‘unf’ when we shuffled around earlier. Gah, it’s gross but she’s loving this.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me about last night.”

“Sorry babe.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“… Thanks for not leaving me alone in here.” Said Gemma after a pause.

Hailey smiled and thought for a moment. “You know what? You’re right.”

“I am? About what?”

“Well, we’re together, and maybe it’s just this… juice, stuff,” Hailey cringed slightly as she indicated their liquid coating, “doing the talking, but it’s not like anyone will know what we’re doing.” She could feel Gemma perking up behind her. “And Varis had her fun last night, if she gets flustered and can’t doing anything about it because we do stuff then it can be her problem this time.” She craned her neck to give Gemma a peck on the lips, and felt her girlfriend’s hand move somewhere more inappropriate. Maybe this punishment didn’t have to be so bad after all…

The final period was passing agonizingly slowly for Freya instead now. The womb holding the two truants was being softly but consistently massaged as they gyrated and pushed out, which combined with the knowledge of what they were doing was having a tangible effect on her. She stood in front of the whiteboard with knees held together trying not to blush through sheer force of will. It wasn’t like it even felt bad, it felt GOOD, and she just KNEW that the shifting bumps were drawing the attention, and quite probably the imagination of the class who had somehow already been given the rundown on her detention before she’d even entered the class. Damn mobile phones.

It was a relief just to be able to assign textbook work and sit down, sequestering the dome under her desk and out of view, but even squeezing it with her thighs didn’t work at stopping the infuriatingly distracting movement. This wouldn’t do, she was damned if she was going to let this little bump get in the way of the feeling she’d missed for so long. No, she refused to let them go early, she’d find a way to keep them still during class, and while she still had them they’d pay for the embarrassment they’d caused her! They’d be staying inside her no matter-! Some of the pupils in the front row stared pointedly down at their books at the sight of the smile twisting her face. Now there was an idea, a simple change to the punitive measure with knock on effects that could mean she wouldn’t have to feel empty for a long time…

By the time the other students were filing out of the classroom to leave Professor Varis by herself, the pair had calmed down again. She was looking forward to breaking the news, although she was irritated to note that her seat was damp. Hopefully, their squirming hadn’t caused too visible a wet patch on her trousers, but she channelled this displeasure to dole out the ‘discipline’ properly.

She yanked her desk drawer open to retrieve the stethoscope she’d brought with her from her bedroom, putting it on so she could hear her ‘occupants’ and thumped the side of her belly to get their attention.

“Girls, what exactly made you think that that was appropriate behaviour?!”

“… Um-”

“Speak up! I’m using a stethoscope to hear you for this.”

“Uh- uhhm, we were, well we can’t take part in the lesson from in here, and we- we were getting kinda bored and you seemed to, hnghn, like… it, when we did this last night?” Gemma improvised.

“We thought it’d be okay! You said you wouldn’t begrudge us if we did stuff like this and it’s not like anyone could see or hear us!”

“What I SAID last night was that I wouldn’t begrudge you having some fun with me after hours. You two are in detention in the first place because you were fooling around during class, and guess what you just did again, while distracting me on top of that!”

“We’re sorry! We won’t do it again!” cried Hailey.

“I should think not! There’s a time and a place for this, and for such gross misconduct you’ll need to be punished.” sneered Professor Varis as her charges held each other, waiting for her verdict. “And seeing as you’re enjoying yourselves so much in there, I think it would be a great exercise in self-control for you if I were to extend your detention. A second week sounds good to me.”

The humiliation of their position, the never-ending heartbeat, the subtle squishes and squelches of organic workings that, hour by hour, never went away in the too-small prison of this woman’s body, all of it had been slowly stressing Gemma out since her incarceration. That smug, self-assured voice cut through everything else and the carefully tamped-down stress they had been creating exploded. “What the FUCK!”

“Gemma!”

“That’s fucking insane!” she shouted in the face of the laughter taunting her from outside.

“Gemma please! Don’t make it worse,” Hailey interjected, trying reason, “But Miss, we’ll miss our winter exams, and that’ll put us into the winter break, we’ll need to go home…”

“Hmmph, nice try Hailey,” Professor Varis snorted, “but the profanity from your fellow was an unacceptable way of speaking to a teacher, so it’ll have to be an extra week at the least.”

“But… our exams?”

“Ahh yes, well, I suppose that without you attending, you will just automatically fail.” Despite the heat, the two girls suddenly felt a chill. “And as you know, if you fail more than half of your exams during an end of term exam week, you must stay at the boarding school over the following two month break to study for re-sits, and if you fail those before the next term starts, then you won’t be able to graduate and will be forced to redo your senior year. Don’t worry,” she chuckled at the panicked movements starting up inside of her, “I’ll make sure to inform your parents that you’ll be staying in the care of the teaching staff for the holiday.”

Listening closely, she heard Hailey trying to reassure Gemma.

“It’ll be okay, it’ll be okay, she’ll let us out in a couple of weeks, and then we can still pass the re-sits once the holiday’s over, right? It’ll suck, but we’ll be out and we can still graduate together.”

“I don’t CARE about graduating, and I just want to get out…”

“Look,” Hailey whispered conspiratorially, unaware that the stethoscope was still picking up everything she said, “we probably won’t even be in here that long, one of the other teachers has to realize that us missing exams due to detention is just bullshit.”

“WHOOPS! What did I say about profanity?” Their blood froze as the voice reverberated around them, but it was too late, “I suppose I could be lenient and just add another two days on to your detention, but wouldn’t you know it, that means it finishes after I take a flight for MY holidays,”

“Let us out early! We’ll do more detention after the holiday, won’t we?! Yeah! Let us out before then plea-!” Freya’s grin was ear to ear as she interrupted the begging, “I can hardly let you out early! Wouldn’t be a proper detention at all! And I’m not so, ha, cruel, as to drop you off in another country and leave you to get back by yourselves, so you can just stay in me for the whole break. My leave is actually till the third week of spring term too, so I guess you’ll be missing those re-sits after all Miss Palmer.”

Freya reclined in her chair and sighed, rubbing the dome of her belly as it bounced with the struggles within, listening to the panicked protests. How their parents would know something was wrong when they couldn’t call their mobiles; not if she said that they’d been confiscated after missing all of their exams, they wouldn’t. How she couldn’t be allowed to keep them prisoners for so long; after their parents had signed the release waivers on unorthodox punishments, she could. How the other teachers would rescue them? Please, not a chance. The students wouldn’t do anything in the final weeks of term either, especially with the unspoken threat of being punished themselves hanging from her abdomen. Hell, the example she was setting would probably even improve class motivation.

The last thing she heard before she packed her stethoscope away was how she’d have to let them out eventually, and then she’d be sorry. Hmm, she’d have to work on that one. Later though, as she lugged herself up and packed up for the day, these two had worked her up again earlier, and this squirming would help her along just fine when she got back to her own bed.

In the morning the pair didn’t stop kicking at first, but Freya took it in stride. She allowed them to try to find the way out, unable to see that it was being blocked by a large silicone friend of hers while they scrabbled and struck at her from inside, even as they could hear her moaning before her orgasm hit and crushed them into helpless immobility for a time. Another couple of days passed, and Freya and those around her became accustomed to her swollen belly. On the third day Hailey was unlucky enough to get pinned facing outwards, the curves of her chest and the features of her face visible through the fabric of Freya’s top, dark green but stretched thin to the beginnings of transparency. Even then though people were getting used to the idea of their internment, and her spread-eagled imprint with her mouth gasping open was more of a morbid curiosity that disappeared when the confines relaxed enough for her to be shuffled in again. Freya took a quick break to “tighten things up”, returning with a satisfied smile and a smooth, motionless tummy. Thank God for the thick walls of the teacher’s block. There were occasional stares from the students, of course, but glaring back always got the offender focused on something else very fast.

When Varis was calm or inactive it was, well, nowhere near fine, but not actively torture. Session after session though, morning, evening, and whenever Varis could get some time in between, the heat and increased stench of sex was getting to them. Gemma and Hailey could swear the sexual secretions were seeping into their very beings, and they were beginning to associate their captor’s arousal with their own. Little by little they were getting more susceptible to the stimulation forced on them, and they couldn’t stop themselves from reacting. A moan that reverberated through them was echoed involuntarily, every ripple feeling like a wave of fire once the juices started flowing. Struggling spurred Varis on, but once she’d started it was only a matter of time before their bodies betrayed them. Unbearably turned on, they sobbed helplessly they either quaked through torturous mini-climaxes at each inescapable touch, or they gave in and stimulated themselves directly, spasming mindlessly and feeding Varis’ desire.

On the fourth day, observers noticed that the bulge seemed smoother and more rigid somehow, and didn’t slowly relax over time, looking more like a normal pregnancy without the shapes of their bodies distorting it, albeit an unnaturally large one. Varis didn’t need to get off to hold them still anymore, a custom-ordered corset having arrived to hold her belly tight under her work clothes.

Unnecessary as it was to find some private time multiple times a day now, she hadn’t just been indulging out of need. Evenings were bad as she joyfully fed her insatiable lustful appetite, but her morning routine now had further-reaching consequences. When the first orgasm of the day would roll over Freya their room would clamp down on them so tight that they couldn’t move an inch, the womb packing them into a space just an iota smaller than the day before, and the corset would then seal the belly in this new compressed size. After a few hours held in place by the wrap, the abdomen seemed to ‘set’, and didn’t relax outwards again even after the corset was removed. Day after day, their prison shrank, looking less and less like it contained two almost fully-grown humans.

They could speak to each other, just about slide their limbs around a bit, but after each tightening routine that was all they could do for the school day. Just that and listen to the cruel teacher give her classes and tell anyone who asked that the occupants of her bulge were “Perfectly fine, just in extended detention”.

Exams came and went; the pleading for the girls to be given a chance at least to try to take them went unheeded. A few students asked after them, but it helped Freya that as her tummy shrank, she was gradually turning into an absolute bombshell. The weight of the girls was slowly widening her hips and training her leg muscles to improve her ass, and the pregnancy-like hormones now flowing through her were changing her too. Her blonde hair became a thick golden wave flowing over seemingly flawless, glowing skin, she was gradually reaching amazon status as she got even taller, and more noticeably her breasts grew as they filled with milk, requiring whole new sets of clothing as she swelled out of her old ones. She had felt the tightness in her bras on the first day, even if the changes had been slight, but they were adding up over time, and they had proven to be distracting for anyone who had been questioning her about her detainees.

Soon, the teachers were all lined up in front of the school on the last day, waving goodbye to the students as most of them headed off home. Gemma and Hailey could hear everything as students said their goodbyes, and with no corset today, the two had a sliver more freedom to thrash for all they were worth in the vain hope of getting the attention of someone, anyone. Most the school already knew by now that the two girls would be in extended detention for a while after term had ended, even if they had no idea how long it’d actually be, and didn’t pay much attention to the belly now the size of overdue triplets.

“You know,” Freya muttered under her breath so no-one but she and the two inside her could hear her, “I actually signed for your release from detention already, dated for the end of the week.” Her smile didn’t falter as she kept waving to the leavers, feeling her captives slow as what must have been a flicker of hope took root. “I just need your signatures, and then you’d be free before I go on leave.” She felt the moment they started sobbing their thanks, and couldn’t keep the satisfaction dripping from her voice as she continued “At least, that would be how this works. You see, I finally managed to get into your phones this morning. Can’t believe you used each other’s names for your passwords. Sweet but stupid, that. I can use your handwriting to forge your signatures to prove I let you go, and after I’ve left and have an alibi in a different country, I can use your phones to tell your parents that you don’t want to study at the school so will be going on a holiday with each other somewhere, but not to worry because you will be back for your re-sits. Avorton thinks you’ve run off, parents think you’ve run off, and by the time we’re back from our little vacation, we’ll have been cumming our brains out and working my abs to the point that I’ll look even less huge. I’ll return to the school, file to go on maternity leave, and hand in my notice to leave your missing persons case behind me and work at another school where they’ve never even heard your names…”

They must have broken, she didn’t think she’d felt them howl and claw at the walls like that in their entire stay in her, but she hoped they’d keep up that vigour when she wanted it in the evenings. Two aghast faces, pictures of terror in silent screams about a future without hope if they couldn’t get help right here, right now, pressed outwards. A soft “oof” escaped Professor Varis as every ounce of strength the two girls had reached out for liberation, closer now than ever before now that the corset wasn’t locking them in place. The bulges almost visible through the thicker sweater that covered the belly got more defined; noses, eye sockets, open mouths and grasping hands in a portrait of horror smothered in wool… when the young boy from two weeks ago thumped into her gut, grabbing his favourite teacher in a hug that unwittingly crushed his two classmates’ final chance of escape, sealing their fates. Being squashed by her belly had had an impact on him, ever since that first day he had been watching her attentively and seen her body progress. He’d later remember her as the reason behind more than one fetish. He smiled naively up at her face, ignorant to the muffled squeals beneath, and thanked her for her help, telling her he was looking forward to seeing her next term, though not mentioning how much he was looking forward to seeing how hot she would become. It would be a minor heartbreak for the poor guy in a couple of months when she returns as a sex Goddess in his eyes, only to leave for good.

For now though, he released the three of them and retreated with a wave, oblivious to the wails of despair just the other side of the loose clothing.

“Bye Professor Varis! Happy holidays!”

Freya smiled innocently and returned his wave, massaging her belly where the two girls had made their last bid for freedom.

“Happy holidays.”

Chapter 2

Varis returns with Hailey and Gemma in tow on her vacation in Greece. She meets new people, enjoys the sights, and finds ways to deal with Gemma and Hailey’s displeasure with their situation when they try to take action.

I

It’s a beautiful blue day, the August sun shining warmly down on the Greek island village. Residents and tourists both ambled along the cobble paths that meandered between the white stone houses and larger villas speckling the hillside, the buildings overlooking the glorious view of the coast as the cliffs sank down to become the fine sand of the beach at the base of the village, where sunlight glittered off the waves like a sprinkling of crushed glass.

It was a perfect picture of the phrase “Summer Holiday”.

This may have been in part a tourist town, and a gorgeous little one at that, but it was relatively small, and with other ways to support itself it was thankfully not fully committed to drawing in the masses of the world’s vacationers just yet, so even in the height of summer was not unbearably crowded. The beach held a modest scattering of sunbathers, sandcastle-builders, and soon-to-be swimmers, and joining them, one more visitor to the town was returning from a stint of snorkelling in the crystalline waters.

Emerging from the surf rose a woman in a revealing white two-piece bikini, rivulets of salty water streaming off of her. By itself this would not have drawn too much attention from the other swimsuit-clad beachgoers, except that she kept rising till towering at her full height. Even calf-deep in the surf she was still a head taller than the nearby volleyball players, possibly even pushing seven feet as she removed her snorkel and mask, before shaking out the golden blonde waves of her hair. Wet it may have been yet it still shone as it stuck to her back and she strode casually back to an unattended towel and parasol.

She attracted stares as she walked, her height now seeming less important in the face of the ludicrous curves she was sporting. Every step she took swung hips wider than the nearest man’s shoulders, and the strings of her top strained against the weight of her massive chest, the edges of the fabric indenting the soft flesh jiggling as she walked. Each seemingly the size of her head, the smooth, plump breasts were incredibly perky for their size, looking full-figured enough to hold their rounded shape even without the support of the bikini they were barely avoiding spilling out of… or from the enormous swell of her belly they were resting on.

It would have been a natural hourglass most women could barely dream of if it hadn’t been for the last, most prominent curve of them all. There were many adjectives going through the heads of the admiring watchers, but “slim” was not one of them, the blonde stunner effortlessly hefting a great medicine ball of a pregnancy that she was obviously not afraid to show off. And why would she be? It wasn’t perfectly spherical, but the skin covering the small mountain was as smooth and unblemished as the rest of her. A thin layer of fat did nothing to detract from her attractive glow, and gave her belly an extra bit of softness over the abs pulled tight as a drum around what, in proportion to the rest of her, must have been 8 month twins at the very least, possibly even triplets. On a normal-sized woman that would have been big, but scaled up with her larger frame the bulge was huge.

As her cheeks hit the towel and she reclined in the shade of her beach umbrella, the other residents of the beach could hardly look away, eyes filled with desire, envy, general awe, and sometimes all three. Envy especially though when she traded her snorkel for a large pair of sunglasses, folded the umbrella down, and called over one of the volleyball players to assist her with reapplying her sunscreen, leaving the rest of her group subtly gnashing their teeth at not having been picked themselves. The tomboyish girl had a pixie cut dyed bright pink, and was wearing a striped blue bikini not much less revealing than the taller tourist’s, with a fit physique she’d worked hard to tone up and get looking beach-ready.

Suddenly she felt rather outcompeted.

What was she going to do though, look a heavily pregnant woman in the eye in front of everyone and say no?

“Thanks for your help hun, it’s been harder for me to reach those difficult spots once I started carrying these two.” The taller woman said over her shoulder, sat down and facing away from the girl rubbing the sunscreen on her back.

“I can imagine.” She replied, approaching the base of the back, when before she could say she was done and leave, the blonde leaned forward and lay on her side, unable to lie down on her front with her belly in the way but still facing away from the punkish girl. “Um, do you want me- I mean how much do-?”

“Oh don’t be shy, we’re both girls here,” the voluptuous woman purred, “and you don’t want me to burn now do you? I need you to get everywhere~”

“R-right.” The pink-haired girl gulped quietly before making a start, finishing the legs and working her hands up to the buttocks, trying to banish intrusive thoughts of how easily they could cover her entire head, and was happily distracted by a loud PENG from her friend group as one of the watching guys made a comment she couldn’t hear, and received a volleyball to the head as a response. Red as a tomato, she watched as the big blonde lay on her back.

“Perfect, I can do the rest myself, but to be honest it is quite nice to have someone else do my belly for me…” she said with a smile, not making the request outright and not needing to, humming in satisfaction as slender fingers wordlessly got to work.

This is normal, right? The girl thought to herself in a daze, people touch ladies’ pregnant tummies all the time, and I’m helping her out too. And this is so big, I just- wow, it’s almost as big as I am… She carried on in a trance, hardly noticing that she’d been rubbing the belly for nearly five minutes now when one of the babies kicked. She yipped as a bulge lifted her hand for a moment, and she felt a trembling vibration, as if from an inaudible creaking of taut muscles.

“Mmm, that was lovely, but I think I’ll do the rest myself. Thank you for being so thorough~”

“Ahaha, no problem…” she laughed self-consciously, and clambered to her feet, “I’ll, er, get out of your sun.” Taking a last look at the swollen tummy, now smooth and motionless again, she started to head back to her friends, slightly weak at the knees and pondering the unexpected fascination she’d apparently awakened, when she paused and turned back to the woman, now putting sunscreen on her arms herself.

“Danielle!”

“Hm?”

“My name. It’s, uh, Danielle.”

“Ahh, of course, how rude of me to not introduce myself after you helped me out.” The punkish girl swore she saw the belly, cradled between the grinning woman’s thighs, twitch again as she spoke.

“My name’s Freya. Freya Varis.”

After an hour or so Varis dusted the sand off herself and packed up, leaving behind a hole in the sand the size and shape of her stomach, which she’d recruited a couple of suggestible young men to dig for her earlier and had allowed her to sunbathe while lying on her front properly. Much to the disappointment of many of the guys who had been sneaking glances at her, she headed inland from the beach, making her way towards a café for a snack and a drink.

She’d put on a white sarong wrap skirt, although as the only addition she’d made to the matching bikini she was hardly much more covered up. Aside from shoes and sunglasses, Varis also wore a knowing smirk as she leant forwards in her seat towards the waiter, the poor man’s neck almost creaking with the strain of keeping his head up and looking her in the eyes rather than at the deep cleavage just below. He was sweating bullets as she negotiated with him after having ordered a large glass of a local wine and he’d tried to point her and the heavy pregnancy in a more alcohol-free direction.

“Go on, I’m allowed a drink once or twice a week, just the one won’t hurt my two girls here.” Varis said, shifting her seat out from behind the table and rubbing a hand over the gravid swell to draw the waiter’s eyes. He couldn’t help but notice her hand being lifted slightly by a kick from her belly when she mentioned her babies, and he briefly wondered if they could hear her talking about them before Varis continued. “Besides, don’t they say that a glass of wine every now and then is good for your health?” They certainly seem healthy, he thought at the sight of another bump briefly distorting the round shape.

“Ahaha… I do seem to remember my mother swearing up and down that it was good for you…”

“You see?” Varis said coyly as she suddenly stood and leant in close to whisper in his ear, “Mommy knows best~”

A shiver ran up his back at the words as she straightened up, leaving his head barely level with her collarbone, and his hands clutching his waiter’s notepad just inches from the lightly-tanned dome. Craning his neck to meet her gaze in that moment felt like looking up to see the peak of some unconquerable mountain. He wasn’t sure if it had been intimidation or attraction that ultimately won out, but he caved.

“… One medium glass-”

“A large,” She corrected as she sat back down again, “I’m a big girl.”

The waiter smiled weakly, “One large glass of the house white, and to eat, one portion of spanakopita bites. Anything else?”

“That’ll be all thanks.”

He excused himself to head into the café from the outdoor seating area, and returned not long after with both the small plate of spinach-stuffed snacks and her drink, before leaving her to her business.

Swinging by a few minutes later to check she was pleased with the pastry turnovers, he found Varis with her nose in a guide book of local tourist attractions. After confirming she was indeed happy with the food, he had no other tables to wait on so kept up the chat, using the small-talk as an excuse to stay in the magnificent woman’s presence.

“You are going to see the sights then I take it?”

“Hm?” She made a quizzical noise before seemingly remembering the guidebook she was just putting to the side, “Ah, yes. Must be pretty easy to tell I’m on holiday, huh? I’m in the country for another couple of weeks, so no rush but I’d like to see as many of the big things as possible; the Parthenon, Delphi Theatre, that sort of thing if possible, but honestly I’m just enjoying the island towns at the moment, they’re all gorgeous.”

“Aha, well I’m glad to hear you’re enjoying your time here, you chose your destination well! But, uh, did you say ’weeks’? Are you going to have enough time before you give birth?” The waiter asked, gesturing vaguely at her gravid middle, which Varis rubbed tenderly as she replied.

“These two are eager to get out I’m sure, but they aren’t actually due to be leaving any time soon.”

“It seems like you’ve got it all planned out! I hope it all goes smoothly; they must be getting heavy by now. Are you looking forward to being finished with the pregnancy?”

“Oh, very heavy, yes, but I’m used to it by now. You hear a lot of women complaining about being pregnant, especially when they get as big as me, but to tell you the truth I’m loving it~ The special attention is always nice of course, but it just feels so right that I’m really in no rush to be done with it.” The waiter smiled as she spoke, plainly attracted to the happy, self-confident glow of a woman revelling in being so filled out, but something about her grin had a hint of something unsettling in it, as if she knew something he didn’t. His expression didn’t change, but there was a whisper of unaccountable nervousness in the back of his mind as she finished talking. “It’s a silly thought, but I don’t think I would mind if it never ended at all…”

After chatting a while longer the waiter had excused himself to attend to other customers, and having finished the only drink she’d be getting here, Varis began her walk back to her hotel. She prodded at the side of her belly and spoke lowly, apparently to the taut dome itself.

“If you girls are going to stop me being served, on holiday no less, I’ll have to break out the corset again.”

No-one who was not already in the know, including the oblivious waiter and the sunscreen-applying beach girl, would have guessed that the rounded gut she was lugging uphill was not in fact the work of several months of growth. Rather, it had started out even larger when it first appeared a few weeks ago, shrinking and smoothing out even as the rest of her figure grew, repeated sessions of ecstatic self-indulgence causing her to clench down on it until its enormous, uneven original shape had been compacted down and seemingly set in its new size and shape as much as was possible. Varis had not stopped ’enjoying’ herself, but under the pressure of her own abs her belly now shrank only imperceptibly after orgasm. It still looked large, but not unnaturally so for a woman her size, and with a fight with her custom-made corset the bulge could actually be compressed to be basically invisible with the help of some baggy clothing, although it always sprang back when the corset was removed.

Varis felt her “babies” kick at her mention of the constrictive device, and smiled at the sensation.

Compared to when they were visible and squirming at every opportunity, her excessive horniness had died down too, now their presence just felt sublimely ’right ’. Varis still found great pleasure in getting off of course, but it was less often, less intense, and with her occupants wrapped up so tightly they weren’t able to struggle and set her off nearly so easily without her initiating. She was content. Yes, that was right, she reflected, content.

Having a flat tummy was more convenient for many things, feeling nice too in a tense sort of way, but was ultimately less comfortable. It put pressure on her other organs in a way that gave her real sympathy for those who were genuinely pregnant, occasionally giving her the uncomfortable need to pee as it squashed her bladder, and more pressingly making it harder to breathe as her womb pushed up against her diaphragm. Plus, with the wonderful Mediterranean weather it could get unbearably hot. At least she could take the corset off again after buying her booze or whatever.

Varis loved being “pregnant”; she had what she’d been after when trying to fill the hole she’d felt inside herself back in Avorton High. Unfortunately, even her “normal” gravid state was a far less pleasant experience for the two students she’d chosen to be the ones to fill that hole with all too literally.

Gemma and Hailey, “my two girls” as Varis had called them, had in fact been two students in their last years of boarding school together when a series of minor, easily forgivable slip-ups had led to them being trapped inside their teacher in a wildly disproportionate “punishment” almost entirely for Varis’ own gratification. Then it had gone from bad to nightmarish when the sadistic woman bent and sidestepped the rules entirely to ensure they’d never leave her, stealing them away from the school and then the country itself when she brought them on holiday with her.

The pair of them were miserable, every valiant struggle for freedom having been unceremoniously quashed. The powerful muscled walls of the organ hiding them from view also muffled their desperate last cries for help as Varis had carried them away from the school and the only other people who knew where they were, and the finality of their fate had been reaffirmed with every passing day. Going through airport security for instance, the glimmer of hope that their presence would be caught by a scanner or a pat-down or SOMETHING died a little more as they were waved through onto the plane without a problem, their bawling muted by the flesh smothering them.

Hopelessness had taken root, and how could it not when the only way for them to be heard was if someone had their ear pressed fully against Varis’ stomach. Even someone rubbing her belly, and them by extension, remained oblivious.

They kicked in response when they felt or heard some mysterious stranger touching or talking about them, fuelled by some lingering refusal to lose heart entirely, although the twitching was also somewhat involuntary. The constant secretions of the womb that sustained them had left their bodies hypersensitive, regularly forcing them to almost painful levels of arousal despite themselves whenever Varis masturbated, and the orgasmic aftershocks often made it hard to think even after their captor had calmed down.

In their isolation, erotic pleasures were one of the few ways left for them to occupy themselves, but having such overwhelming stimulation imposed upon them with all control stripped away was a demoralizing thing. Every climax coaxed out of them made it harder to see the point in resisting the inevitable pleasure from the uterine ministrations. They did still desire each other, their mutual affection not having diminished at least. However, when they wanted to show it physically, the association developed between Varis’ satisfaction and their own sexual pleasure was so strong that even in quiet moments without her input, such as when she was solidly asleep, it still somehow felt like it was being done at her whim.

Over the week or so that Varis had been on holiday already, they’d kept each other from going stir crazy. There may have been barely enough room to wiggle a hand past each other, and what little air filled the gaps between their bodies was hot and humid, but the girls were thankful that they were not stuck in true solitary confinement at least, able to quietly murmur to each other over the constant lub-dub of Varis’ heart and listen to the outside world despite their inability to make the outside world listen to them. So they listened. Floating peacefully in an almost-lucid half-dream, they shared their visions of what they imagined the things they heard or heard about looked like, picturing the beach, the island, the food, talking about what food they’d want to eat when they could leave… If they could leave.

Hailey was becoming the more resigned of the two, struggling less and less to make herself known to people she knew wouldn’t hear them or realise what the kicking “babies” really were. Gemma was still nagged at by her slight claustrophobia, so made more of an effort, but even her resistance was getting weaker, both girls losing their strength as they were kept cramped and inactive. She persisted in her occasional attempts to poke at the cervix sealing them in, to no avail. Still, she was not so despondent as to call it completely futile, and insisted that it sometimes had more give to it, on the verge of relaxing and letting them out if she could only get it to loosen a little more…

Personally Hailey wasn’t sure if she was saying it to cheer her up, or if Gemma genuinely felt the knot of muscle softening when she couldn’t, but she appreciated the attempts to keep her from giving up hope entirely nonetheless.

The evening following her last beach/café excursion, Varis was making use of the hotel’s remarkably well-equipped spa facilities, getting really into the swing of a massage. The fact that she was a step past tipsy helped her relaxation immensely, although it was technically part of the reason she’d felt the urge to get a massage in the first place. She’d used the corset earlier to pummel her midsection and its groaning occupants flat, or at least, flat enough that she didn’t look visibly pregnant when picking up a box of supplies at a corner shop. Their wine selection was quite lovely as she’d found when “sampling” them in her room, but the strain of wearing the corset left her wanting to ease the lingering tension, hence the olive skinned masseuse now thoroughly removing any trace of it from every muscle she could sink her hands into.

Varis sighed in deep satisfaction as the girl kneaded her way up her thighs to begin the more tender work on the dome of her belly. In her experience, this area often carried a lot of stress in pregnant women due to the muscles being stretched taut so much more than was usual, which needed special attention to loosen them up while avoiding putting undue pressure on the precious cargo beneath. Even so she was mildly taken aback by the underlying solidity she could feel in this giant tourist’s abdomen. Dutifully she continued her work, lightly oiled hands sliding professionally over the orb as it lightly rose and fell with the supine woman’s breath.

… Funny, she’d expected it to feel less solidly dense as the tissues slackened, but the more she worked on it, the more is seemed instead to have… expanded. That was new.

It could have been her imagination it happened so slowly, and the belly was already a substantial size to be fair, but even so she was sure that it was swelling larger as she convinced the muscles to un-contract. Less surprising from a woman so far along was the extra movement that stirred. Bumps nudged gently outwards and what could have been a footprint showed briefly on the belly’s underside. A larger foot than she’d thought a baby could have but… Well, she’d scarcely believed women came with frames the size and proportions that her client was sporting, so her expectations obviously weren’t a guarantee of anything at this point, maybe this was normal for her. Besides, it was only a minor oddity, the masseuse thought, this woman didn’t seem the self-conscious type but most clients preferred quiet over chatty, and the big blonde on her table was here to be massaged, not commented on, which was something she could manage just fine.

Out of the spa worker’s earshot, Gemma spoke.

“I think it’s got less tight…”

“Hmm?” Hailey responded, blinking herself out of a vivid daydream in which it had been her and Gemma being pampered in the spa without an organic barrier between them and the masseuse. She rolled her shoulders as she tried to loosen up. “You sure?”

They were painfully familiar with the limits of the womb, unchanging by this point aside from when that evil corset got used, but… huh, as she stretched her stiff legs, her foot did seem to push out further than their pitiful share of space usually allowed.

“Certain.” Gemma said, grunting as she shifted and slithered one pale, slippery arm around Hailey “Just… lemme- move your butt - there, it’s… oh my god.” Hailey sniggered as she wiggled her hips to let Gemma poke about beneath her, before a frown twitched her eyebrows at the suddenly stunned tone.

“What? What is it?!” she hissed, a satisfied hum from Varis reverberating around them as Gemma did whatever she’d done. Hailey felt around behind herself, running her hand up Gemma’s wrist until she reached the knot of muscle that she was investigating… and slipped a finger through.

They stared at each other in the rosy gloom, each with a digit outside of their prison chamber for the first time in weeks.

“It actually loosened up…”

On the massage table, Varis is unaware of the slight dilation of her cervix, lost instead in the sensations of the double-layered massage with expert hands on the outside perfectly complimenting the growing stir of movement inside her. In her mildly intoxicated state, she isn’t wholly surprised to feel a pleasantly warm tickle in her loins as the masseuse’s soothing touch dances across her body while tantalisingly avoiding a few more personal areas that she wouldn’t mind getting a little extra attention.

Not that type of spa, unfortunately.

Still, something was ticking her boxes tonight. Perhaps something had made her more sensitive to the squirming of her two passengers, but whether it was them or the spa woman, she could swear she felt a teasing, wriggling twinge of pleasure in her pussy. A low moan escaped her as a deep rub into her underbelly coincided with a more insistent throb of pleasure. The masseuse backed off.

“All still okay? I’m not hurting you am I?”

Varis subtly squeezed her knees together as a tint of embarrassment joined the wine-blush. Definitely not that type of spa.

“Fine! Just fine, I mean, you’re doing just fine.”

The woman nodded, keeping a professional smile.

“Excellent. Would you like to lie on your front on our specialised bed? There’s a cut-out to make it easier for you in your, uh, condition.”

“Ahaha… assuming it’s big enough for me.”

“I’m sure you’ll find it satisfactory, they refurbished this bit of the hotel recently so we’ve got nice new equipment.” Suitable for all sizes, she bit off the end of the sentence. Customers never like having size mentioned, especially not if you insinuate you need special equipment for them.

Varis did indeed fit, and spent the last half hour of her massage trying to hide how flustered she was getting, gently gyrating her hips and clenching her buttocks, hoping the masseuse wouldn’t notice how wet she was getting whenever her work took her to the area of Varis’s ass, oiled fingers running up her inner thigh only to stop dangerously close to her panties.

Apparently her two pets could still struggle enough to set her off if they wanted, she figured, dismissing the insistent sensations building between her legs. Had Varis been a little less drunk, or frustrated from being teased then she may have realised that her raging horniness wasn’t just from the wiggling girls in her womb, but the stimulation was lower than it should have been, almost like penetration. Then her panties moved, bulging outwards as fingertips emerged, fiddling at her vulva and pushing at the fabric.

“AH~!” The aroused moan surprised both Varis and the masseuse, who had been working her shoulders at the time. She saw Varis tense up, but from where she was standing, didn’t see the hand hidden in the crevasse between the larger woman’s cheeks, nor the moment it was pulled back inside with a wet shlrrk as Varis reflexively clenched, something Varis didn’t even seem aware of.

Nnnnnhh!

The masseuse strained her ears to check if she’d imagined the noise, it had sounded almost like a voice, but it had been right on the edge of her hearing, now overshadowed by the table creaking as Varis got up.

“Okay! This was wonderful! I think that’s all the time I have left though right?!” The words rushed out as if each one was being hurried on by the next in line to be said.

The masseuse was still processing how to respond to the inappropriate moan when she was further distracted by the sight of her client’s stomach; it had indeed grown, it was bigger than she was! And it was also roiling with movement, bulges rising and falling as the contents of this pregnant woman’s packed womb tumbled about, strange shapes… Her mental bandwidth briefly overwhelmed, she latched onto the last thing Varis had said.

“I… actually think you still had five minutes left-”

“That’s great! Well, I think I’m done time to go back to my room thanks again!” Varis was a flurry of motion as she wrapped herself in a gown, swept up the few items she’d brought with her to the spa and shut the door to the private room behind her as she strode purposefully away, leaving the stunned masseuse alone but for the scented candles and the lingering smell of… ah, that wasn’t incense.

“I’m almost there!” Gemma said insistently, the ring of the cervix gripping her wrist.

“Hurryyyyy!” Hailey whined from under her, breathing heavily into Gemma’s cleavage.

The pair had scrambled over themselves to get into better position to widen the exit, though almost immediately their world had flipped as Varis rolled over onto her front, leaving them hanging pendulously beneath her and slipping about on the slimy walls of the womb to reach the cervix, now above them. It was like trying to climb up a frictionless hammock, but Gemma nevertheless managed to slide more and more of her hand through with Hailey egging her on. The more she pushed though, the more the sweetish-smelling fluids coating them changed, the womb secreting the more savoury aphrodisiac of Varis’ slick arousal.

Sensitised as their bodies were, it was no time at all before they responded to the familiar substance, trembling as the pulsing warmth washed over them.

It couldn’t have been long, but time had stretched painfully on as Gemma diligently worked to widen the aperture, forcing fingers through to probe the passage on the other side. Patience was difficult with escape closer than it had ever been, and the smoulder of arousal the fluids built up in both of them didn’t help her to focus. Even resolutely not touching themselves, over the thirty minutes they couldn’t help but be brought to shivering mini-climaxes three times by the damned stuff, agonising little waves of familiar pleasure that they knew only left them wanting more until they caved and lost themselves to full-force orgasms.

They endured though.

“Yes! I can feel- I can feel her panties!” Gemma laughed ecstatically, almost crying as she felt the first thing that wasn’t Varis or Hailey for the first time in weeks. “I told you! I told it was-!”

“AH~!”

Varis’s voice erupted around them, and suddenly the walls closed in, forcing them tighter together with twin gasps. Gemma felt her ex-teacher’s vagina clenching painfully around her hand, tugging on her…

“No no nonono-!” Slrrrk.

She couldn’t hold her arm straight. Her hand was spat back into the womb, and the cervix cinched closed behind it.

“NOOOOOO!” Gemma screamed, beating desperately at the pinhole resolutely refusing her access while Hailey sobbed beneath her. They were tossed around as Varis got up, not hearing what she was saying, just thrashing in the slightly stretchier prison. “It was different this time! It was supposed to be different! It was open, please! HELP US!! HEEEELLP!” Her face pushed out through the belly just in time to be hidden from the masseuse by Varis draping herself in a gown. Hailey cried out too, although with Gemma on top of her the unexpected shift had ground her drenched pussy against the firm knot of muscle refusing their leave, pushing her over the edge. Her arms wrapped around Gemma’s waist, she wailed wordlessly as her folded legs quaked in miserable climax.

They wept as they felt Varis bounce along in full stride, punching fruitlessly at the walls, until they heard the slam of a door, and another disorienting tumble as she flopped onto bed.

Varis’ voice echoed smugly around them. “God, you two are antsy today aren’t you? Got me all riled up too, though I’m sure you can tell. Not to worry, I’ve got a purple friend here that can help all three of us~”

“Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why couldn’t I wait? Why would I think she wouldn’t notice a whole hand coming out of her?!” Gemma ignored her and the still-present, insistent throbbing in her loins, beating herself up instead as she held onto Hailey.

“It’s not your fault, Gemma, we both wanted it to work. We really, REALLY want it to work, we just weren’t thinking strAIGht!” Hailey yipped as Varis tipsily jammed a length of silicone into herself, the tip poking the knot of the cervix into Hailey’s sensitive crotch as it pistoned in and out.

Gemma sniffled, looking at her red-faced partner, “You okay?”

“Yes, just- hah, in a, more compromising- unf, position- than- usual!”

“Oh. Right. Er-sniff hang on, I’ll try to give you some space to get away…”

“N-No! That’s alright!”

“What? You don’t have to just let her-! I mean-”

“No, but, well, it’s not like we’re getting away from it.”

“We will!”

“I’m sure, but not- oohh, not tonight. I know you’re horny too, and this stuff-” Hailey trailed a finger through the slippery liquid coating her caramel chest, teasing a nipple before catching herself, “-isn’t going anywhere. Varis’ll cum, we’ll cum, and if it’s happening either way then I at least want to cum properly rather than these stupid stimulation-free ones that just leave me frustrated and- Gah! -waiting for the next one! Ah~!”

Gemma stared at Hailey as the shorter girl began gyrating her hips in time with Varis, and felt one of Varis’ hands slide down her back as she rubbed her belly. “It might take our minds off of… earlier. It’ll hahh- happen again, at some point. But now…” The pressure of the hand outside their prison shifted lower to cup the bulge of Gemma’s ass, but for a change she didn’t pull away, instead leaning in to kiss Hailey. The pair moaned together, hardened nipples brushing against each other, and the fire they’d been suppressing with differing levels of success flared as they finally touched each other the way their bodies had been begging them to.

The slick liquid coating them had primed them, every touch burning like a painless ember on bare skin. Hypersensitised, they were not playing with themselves for long before they both gasped in body-wracking climaxes, howling as pleasure surged through them but unable to stop themselves from continuing to delve their fingers deep into themselves. The womb contracted around them in quickening pulses, swiftly bringing them to another peak just as Varis herself groaned in orgasm. She swore long and low as she clenched around the two helplessly writhing girls and rammed the dildo as deep as she could manage before collapsing, tittering as her head spun with drunken pleasure, and she drifted off without even bothering to dislodge the purple length still buried in her.

Gemma and Hailey had felt Varis’ climax approaching alongside their own, and had braced themselves for the usual body-bending compression that followed it. As they were well familiar with by now, the walls had borne down on them as they shuddered through ecstasy strong enough to muddle their heads until they could hardly tell where they ended and the rippling flesh pressing against them began. They grit their teeth as they tried to focus their jumbled thoughts when Hailey gave a strangled yelp, arching her back against the taut muscle behind her.

“W-whhhat’s wrong?!” Gemma stammered as she calmed down, thanking what residue of luck they had that Varis had apparently been satisfied earlier than usual tonight. Hailey didn’t respond, twitching and making little choked noises as the aftershocks continued.

“Hailey?… Hailey?!”

“I- I-” Hailey croaked. Unsteadily she looked down at Gemma and then further down past her lightly bulging middle towards her soaked crotch where, in the darkness, Gemma could just make out the shape of Varis’ dildo, thrust deep into Hailey’s folds after penetrating the sleeping woman’s cervix. “I think… we might have another chance sooner than we thought.”

Varis lay on her side, mumbling happily in her sleep and resting one arm on her huge belly, bulging and distorting as the two girls inside shuffled themselves around. Carefully, so as not to push out and lose the girthy item propping Varis’ cervix open, they waited for the pressure on them to abate as the lingering muscular tension faded after Varis’ orgasm, before sliding Hailey off of the tip she’d been impaled on.

Outside, the other end of the rubber rod slowly began to slip from the teacher’s loins, carefully being eased out and followed by one, then two slick, caramel-coloured hands gripping it. Hailey’s head crowned, and she gasped, the cool air like icy grit on her skin and in her lungs compared to the roasting, humid air she’d become acclimatised to.

Despite her discomfort, she had to stifle an overstrung laugh as her breasts popped free, freezing as a sleepy cooing came from the pillow end of the bed and the velvet passage sucked momentarily at her. One arm over the other, she carefully, carefully pressed on, Varis moaning as Hailey’s wide hips stretched her pussy. The doubtlessly soft sheets were nevertheless like heavy sandpaper compared to the womb, rubbing unpleasantly against her as she dragged herself over them.

She heard Varis moan louder, her arousal growing as she passed the widest point of the wet girl’s hips and the taper of Hailey’s legs slid out quickly, Gemma’s pale fingers wrapped around her ankles. Hailey could barely support her weight on her wobbly arms, her limbs weak through weeks of disuse. She looked back to see her partner’s elbows emerging from the gaping slit, when one unsteady arm bent under her, and she dropped to her shoulder too close to the edge of the bed, and with a soft “Meep!” slithered over the drop and onto the floor with a wet splat.

It had been quiet, slowing her fall as best she could, and Varis didn’t wake at the sound. Not expecting the burst of speed however, Gemma had reflexively tightened her grip, and had been yanked out to her bust in one quick movement. Both girls’ eyes went wide as Varis cried out in appreciation of the sensation, and Gemma mewled in fear as building pulses of suction tugged at her, bobbing her in and out through Varis’ pelvis. Hailey staggered to her feet to see her girlfriend bracing herself with trembling arms against the buttocks, the now much smaller belly being stretched by just her legs as she instinctively kicked for a foothold.

“Hailey! I’m slipping! Please! Please!” Gemma whined under her breath, fighting hysteria.

“I’ve got you!” Hailey whispered back, grabbing one the redhead’s hands, “Don’t worry, we’re so close, easy, easy does it!”

They heard a strained grunt into a pillow, Varis’ hips bucked, and a sudden pull dragged Gemma in up to her armpits. Hailey tugged with all the strength she could muster, the curve of Gemma’s pale D-cups squeezing free for a blessed second before Varis bellowed in ecstasy from the thick penetrative motion, and the tug of war instantly shifted in her favour. Hot tears stung Gemma’s eyes as her arms were pinned to the sides of her head, feeling the soft abyss retaking her and her alone.

She refused to look back at the claustrophobic prison, not that she could much turn her head, keeping her gaze locked on Hailey’s brown eyes as she blubbered frantically through the rising panic.

“Hailey! I’m being-! Don’t let her-!”

Hailey, trying not to cry herself, pulled fruitlessly on the immovable hands in hers, not looking away from Gemma’s overshadowed green-blue eyes even as Varis rolled onto her back, blearily coming to.

“Ffuck me, nice dream… Mmm… what the… what’s-?” Suddenly realising something was amiss, she shot up, feeling the resistance of something far larger than her dildo poking out of her. With their whole bodies coated in slippery nectar, the girls’ grip failed at the sudden lurch, and Varis scooted back away from where Hailey stood at the foot of the bed.

“You!” The latina girl glanced up in a panic at the miniature giantess’s face at the indignant exclamation, before looking back down to Gemma’s anguished, imploring expression under the swollen gut above her.

“No no NO!” Gemma squealed as Varis flexed her kegels, “Don’t leave me! DON’T LEA-MMPH!!”

Hailey pitched towards her, only for Gemma’s hands to be pulled out of reach, disappearing into Varis faster than she could crawl across the bed sheets. Varis’ full weight crashed over Gemma as she sat heavily, forcing the girl inwards with a gut-wrenching schluck sound and leaving only a few pale fingertips poking out from under the writhing belly pressed against the mattress, before they too were pulled from view.

“Ge- Gem-” Hailey felt like her throat had closed up, the dry, cold air catching on her vocal cords as she shakily backed away and off of the bed as Varis ground her rear into the soft surface, moaning self-indulgently.

She could see Gemma.

They’d heard Varis convincing so many people she was merely pregnant, this couldn’t be how they looked normally; surely nobody could look at this squirming mass of clear outlines and think that Gemma’s face pressing out was anything but someone fighting for their life. It must have been the alcohol, or the massage, or their escape attempt. Perhaps the fact that she’d almost got out, and being put back in like new had reset their compression somehow, allowing Hailey got to see every bulge and handprint as Gemma clawed desperately at the walls they both knew would not yield.

Help, she needed to get help. Damn her unsteady legs! Varis had got Gemma again, but now she seemed distracted by Gemma’s struggles, oddly moreso than usual it seemed. She wasn’t coming after Hailey. Yet.

The shorter girl stumbled towards the door, pulled at the handle and- it didn’t move. Hailey choked out a frustrated whine, feebly rattling the locked door, and rasped, “Hel-p, he-lp.. us…!”. She looked back frantically, that bitch was watching her, half-lidded with a skin-crawling smirk as she twirled a room key around one finger.

“Your turn~” She started shuffling closer on all fours, Gemma brushing against the linens as she swung beneath her.

No, no, no, there has to be something! Over the sound of her own thudding heartbeat, the faint sound of footsteps somewhere down the hall. She thumped the door, they paused. Yes! Hailey glanced back to see Varis frowning slightly. Faster! She needed something louder. There! Hailey lurched to the side towards a dresser.

“NO!” Varis shouted, jumping forward but too late, the box of wine bottles from the corner shop crashed to the marble floor in a cacophony of shattered glass. Hailey didn’t even have a chance to enjoy the minor success before a vice grip on her arm yanked her back onto the bed.

“You little shit,” Varis seethed, straddling Hailey’s feet and apparently no longer in the mood to draw this out, “you’ll regret that. I’ll teach you to act out of line, you WILL learn your place, and your place is IN me- oof!”

Although Hailey couldn’t break the grip on her ankles, she could kick just enough to make reinserting her feet an annoyance, but bucking again as Varis tried to align them with her nethers she lashed out, and rather than folds felt them impact with a rubbery ring instead.

“That’s- hnngh, different.” Varis grunted. “Not bad though…” Hailey could hardly believe her eyes, but gave a rough yelp as Varis adapted to the turn of events first and pulled, shoving her legs in past her knees. “Personally I wouldn’t have fought me so much, this, grrgh, alternative is going to be far less pleasant for you. At least in my, hnngh, womb, you didn’t have to smell my ass!”

Hailey scrabbled at the bed to buy time, bunching the sheets up as she tried to hold back the inevitable until she felt the sphincter creep over her hips, and Varis took her hands in hers to thrust them in alongside her, pinning her arms to her side. Another croaking lament escaped Hailey’s raw vocal chords as she felt Gemma pushing at her. Despite being trapped alone in the womb she was still trying to prevent Hailey’s return, but separated by multiple layers of muscle and membranes there was little to no friction between the two, and Hailey slithered through Gemma’s grip, the bulges of her body slipping deeper past her.

KNOCK KNOCK

All three pairs of eyes widened at the rapping on the door, and a young male voice came from the other side.

“Is everything okay in there? I thought I heard a commotion and something breaking, do you need any help?”

“N-no! All fine in here!” Varis called back, sounding strained despite her best efforts, slapping a hand over Hailey’s mouth as the girl’s breasts popped into her ass. “No need to-” She watched almost in slow motion as the last bottle on the table rolled off the edge, before joining its fallen brethren in crashing to the floor.

“Ah! I’ll go and get someone! Oh, sir! Excuse me!” The voice faded as the anonymous guest presumably walked away to grab a staff member, and Varis hissed an aggravated sigh.

“Fuck. Shit, shit, shit.” she muttered as she dragged the writhing form beneath her deeper into her bowels, panicked puffs of air rushing over her fingers. Hailey was breathing rapidly through her nose, squirming to hold out a little longer, when she felt herself bodily lifted and saw a pillow moved into place under her. The hand stopped gagging her long enough for her to snatch a quick gulp of air before the pillow rushed up to meet her. The impact was cushioned, but now braced against the bed Varis’ descending weight forced the sweat-slicked ring over her shoulders, ramming her in up past the point of her chin.

“Miss Varis, please, please, not up your-! Please don’t-!” Hailey whimpered inaudibly into the pillow, her head squashed on either side by the giant cheeks of the woman’s ass as the ring crept up the back of her head. Her muffled mantra was only slightly more audible then the muted screeching from Gemma, and the buttocks pressed over her ears made it hard to hear anything but the squishing movements of flesh.

Varis could hear perfectly well though, and the sound of keys in the lock spurred her to move with additional urgency. “No no NO I DON’T NEED-!” She shouted as the door cracked open and she scrambled to cover herself.

“Ma’am, I’ve had a report of a disturbance in this roo-” The man who entered froze in his tracks at the sight he was met with. He got a glimpse of the flustered, VERY naked pregnant woman barely concealing behind the blanket clutched to her breasts and draped over the massive belly before he averted his gaze. Sputtering an apology while pointedly blocking his view of her with one hand, he had a brief instant to take in the wine-soaked breakage zone, and the purple dildo lying discarded on the floor in its own different puddle of fluids before he was hit with a wall of angry yelling.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! I’M IN THE MIDDLE OF-! GET OUT OF MY ROOM! WERE YOU THAT DESPERATE FOR A LOOK?! YOU BARGE IN ON EVERY GUEST IN THIS PLACE, IS THAT IT?! IF I WANTED HELP I’D FUCKING ASK FOR IT! OUT! OUT!!”

The door slammed hard enough to rattle the glass shards as the man beat a hasty retreat. Chased out by the roaring tirade, he’d been too blindsided to hear the quieter second voice trying to call out to him, nor the shlrrk sound that silenced it as Varis’ hips finally hit the mattress, and her asshole cinched shut to seal the last of its bucking prey inside.

Quiet at last, but for her own heavy breathing.

Varis shakily got up and padded over to relock the door, before collapsing back onto the bed.

Her belly had entirely uncompressed, now as huge as it had been when she had first unbirthed the duo. The bulges were more visible too. The curled up form of Gemma in her womb was front and centre, her face pressing out as she beat her fists against the walls, with Hailey’s wriggling body wrapped around her, held in position by the guts encasing her.

It felt intense. More intense that it had in a while in fact; far beyond the comfortable satisfaction she’d somewhat settled into, the desperate struggles were rapidly bringing her closer to an incredible orgasm. The fact that one of her toys was in her ass was… different. Naughtier, if that was possible, dirtier in a pervy way that was honestly quite fun, though she still had a definite preference for the stimulation coming from her womb, and began to moan, touching herself as her belly fillers struggled, the vibrations of their voices bouncing frantically back and forth inside her.

In the moist tunnel of Varis’ intestines, Hailey was hyperventilating in the darkness. Varis hadn’t been lying, this was far worse than the last organ she’d been trapped in. Her limbs were pinned in place by the tubing, so tight she could barely lash out, and more pressingly the foul-tasting pocket of air was already feeling stale. She could feel Gemma as if she were lying on top of her, and could hear her voice, muffled through the dividing membranes but still there and calling out for her.

“Hailey! Hailey! Can you hear me?! What happened?!”

“She-! She put me up her ass!” Hailey wheezed.

“I’m sorry! I got pulled back in, and I tried to push you back but I- I couldn’t!” Gemma choked out through overwhelmed sobs, “I’m so sorry, we were so close! And we- we just-!”

“Can’t… breathe…!”

“Wh… What?”

Hailey was shimmying urgently towards the closed pucker, rewarded with an occasional wisp of fresh air as Varis bore down on them and the sphincter briefly unclenched, but the intestines weren’t refreshing it like the uterus did, and she was burning oxygen faster than she could collect it. “No… air!”

“Oh God, oh God! We have to get you out, don’t you dare pass out!”

“Nn, nngh… Ghmmrr…” Hailey grunted woozily.

“No! Stay with me! Varis!” Gemma screamed into the thick front of the belly, striking the wet muscle even as the echoing sounds of pleasure rose in response. “Varis you bitch you’re suffocating her! STOP IT!! FREYA!!”

Hailey’s movements were slowing, and Gemma redoubled her efforts, beating against the walls and the cervix. At last the latter relaxed enough for a fist to pass through, her arm shooting out to the elbow to claw at Varis’ inner thighs, though like the rest of her her nails had been wet for so long as to become softened, so rather than bloody tracks her fingers made only shallow indents, white lines trailing across the pale skin.

The girthy friction thrusting out of her was too much for Varis, and she was brought rapidly to a stronger climax than she’d felt all week, hollering into a pillow as her whole body tensed. Her hips juddered uncontrollably, nectar spritzing onto the sheets as her pussy clamped down with enough force to pull the escaping arm back in, and her labia drew neatly back together as the errant fingers slipped between them with a despairing wail from deep inside matching her own ecstatic exclamation.

A ringing in her ears filled the background noise behind her heaving breaths in the post-orgasm daze. Mmmm, so good…

She’d clamped down hard enough to once again restrict their movement, but she could still feel the voices buzzing away… Actually, no, just the one voice. Hm. She’d have thought they’d both have something to say about their failed escape attempt.

Distractedly she fumbled around through her belongings in her bedside table to grab the stethoscope she’d got far more use out of after the girls’ fateful detention. She’d got a few odd looks when it was found going through customs, but it wasn’t like anyone had a reason for her not to have one, so on holiday it came with her.

“Freya… don’t kill her… my fault…”

Kill her? She wasn’t doing anything to- ah crap. Of course, her guts weren’t exactly the life-supporting organ her womb was. She gave a tentative clench, and was happy to feel a twitch in response. She wanted her pets alive after all, but after being woken up in the middle of the night, still slightly tipsy and bathed in a pleasurable afterglow, she could feel herself starting to nod off again already. Better get a solution sorted quickly.

Rolling over, she grumbled as she plodded into the en suite. It was uncomfortable attempting to essentially take a dump in the bath, but this was somewhat urgent and needs must, so she bore down until she felt Hailey’s forehead nudging at her backdoor. She dreaded to think about the mess, having to wash something so unclean before storing it again, and ugh, that waste of wine on the floor will need sorting out. So tired, if only she could put this off until later… Still, her asshole began to stretch as she pushed, holding her cheeks apart and grunting as the head emerged.

Then her eyes lit up as her gaze fell on something she’d left in the bathroom to dry.

That’d work.

Dark spots had been flashing in and out of Hailey’s vision, wavering at the edges of her peripherals already murky view. Twitching spasmodically she couldn’t speak, barely able to breathe. Even listening to her pulsing surroundings was an effort, Gemma’s voice muzzy in her ears.

Was this how it ended? Leaving Gemma all alone, she didn’t know which of them was meeting a worse fate. Sparks started flickering cross her vision. At least they’d been able to enjoy each other’s company together, maybe she shouldn’t have tried to escape. She felt a tight band squeezing her forehead and the sparks intensified, melding together like a rising dawn. It was almost like floating, suspended in warm water while a terrified, primal part of her raged at the fading awareness, urging her to do something, anything to claw her way back to the surface and away from the abyss she could feel herself falling into. Her body was unresponsive. She couldn’t even think to scream in her own head,

Abruptly, the light was much brighter.

In her oxygen-deprived delirium she couldn’t think what it could mean for a moment. Blinking viscous juices from her eyes, it was blurry and… cold?

The tight band passed over her nose and mouth, and suddenly air! Clarity came back with a splutter and deep, gasping breaths. She was okay! She was- well, not okay, but alive, and relieved to be so!

A grunt came from somewhere behind her.

“You’re welcome by the way.”

“I…” she panted, needing a moment to collect herself before replying weakly. “What?”

“Getting you back out before… well, you can probably guess. Your little escape attempt almost had some quite nasty consequences didn’t it? And I was so good as to save you from them, aren’t you going to thank me?”

Hailey’s innards twisted into a knot at the very idea of expressing gratitude.

“Bu- but you’re the one who-!”

“I SAID, Aren’t. You going. To thank me?”

Every other word was punctuated with a small pull inwards before relaxing again, letting her slip out a little before being tugged slightly deeper than before.

The moment the cheeks clapped back against the side of Hailey’s head the memory of falling into that dark, airless void returned, and her pupils shrank to pinpricks as sheer animal panic immediately overrode her.

“Ah! NO! I- Yes! Thank you! THANK YOU!! I said it! Thank you, I…”

“There we go, isn’t that better? We can call this little excursion a learning experience. Now, isn’t it so much nicer inside my pussy with your friend than in my ass?”

“… yes.” Hailey said, dully.

“What was that? ‘Yes’, what?”

“Yes, it was better in your… your vagina.”

“Very good, now, do you want to go back my womb? I want to hear you say it.”

“… I…”

“And I want to hear you say please.”

“I… I…” Tug. “I want to go back in your womb! Please! Please don’t- I want you to put me up your pussy…” Every word chipped a tiny part of her away, but they sprang from her mouth like a stream even as she crumbled. Varis seized the advantage, standing up and making her way back to bed with the helpful item in hand.

“And it’s so much better than outside, right?”

“Yes! So much better!”

“Why?”

“It-” Hailey fumbled for a reply, settling for answers with an uncomfortable grain of truth in them. “It’s… cold? The air kind of… kind of hurts my throat…”

“Is that all? It’s the lesser of two evils?” Varis was quite enjoying leading the girl to make up her own reasons to stay inside. “Well if you can’t think of anything actually good about it…”

“It feels good! It’s soft, and warm, and… I like being close to Gemma, and it feels good when you-” she gulped, steeling herself as she was assaulted by memories of uncounted climaxes in the humid, rippling chamber, “when we… cum.”

“Better than when you’re outside without me?”

There was a pause before Varis felt her buttocks wobbled by a nod, and a moment later a small-sounding “Yes.”

“I’m so happy to hear that! I’ll be sure to get you back where you belong soon, but you were awful naughty earlier, so not immediately. You’ll be staying where you are for now, just need to make sure you’re secure.”

“What?! But I said-! Don’t put me back in your ass, I don’t want to go in there again! Please, I want to be up your fucking pussy!”

Out of her sight, Varis’ smug grin was ear to ear. She hadn’t even needed to prompt her that time.

“I know, I know you do, but with that stunt you and Gemma tried earlier you really brought this on yourself.”

“But, but-!”

“I’ll even forgive you swearing just now, but you should remember that disobedience deserves punishment. However, I’m not one to properly care for my girls, so you’ll need this.”

Varis’ hand came into view at last, holding… a snorkel?

Hailey whined as she put two and two together, and parted her lips to accept the mouthpiece, unwilling to risk being forced back inside without it. Varis hummed, pleased with the lack of resistance. “Don’t squirm too much; work yourself too deep and my ass might start swallow the other end up too.” She laughed. “We can talk more in the morning.”

Hailey gave a token whimpering protest, gagged as she was, but had to watch as the hand pressed on her forehead, and she slipped backwards. The huge cheeks, each larger than her head, eclipsed her view of the room until with a pulse of suction she was pulled past the sphincter, watching as it cinched closed around the plastic tube, leaving her in the tight, warm, odorous dark.

Varis sighed with satisfaction. She could hear shallow, anxious breathing rushing air through the tube, but it was breathing nonetheless. She didn’t think Hailey would actually be slipping much deeper without action on her part, but it wouldn’t hurt to keep her still overnight; this was a slightly less comfortable arrangement for her too, but that wasn’t something the girls needed to know.

Gemma shifted a bit, accompanied by the thrum of one-sided questions, presumably relieved by her companion’s relative safety. There was an odd exchange with Hailey trying to mumble a response around the mouthpiece, and her garbled words travelled through the snorkel as well as to Gemma, exiting Varis’ rear with a plasticky echoing quality.

Varis sniggered at the idea of literally talking out of her ass, but gave the bulge of Hailey’s head a light bop and told her to quit it anyway, which was obeyed. Another reason this would just be temporary, but still, expanding her horizons she supposed as she drifted off, her massively distended belly fidgeting slightly until sleep came for the girls cradled inside her too.

II

Sunlight fell in thin beams through the window over Varis’ bloated body, the surface slightly sticky with dried sweat and other spent fluids, and the room was silent but for two quiet lots of slow breathing, one sounding shallower than the other and echoing as if the source were sat at the far end of a plastic playpen tunnel.

Eventually Freya stirred herself with a rustle of linens, smacking her lips as she took stock.

Slightly dry mouth, the barest hint of a hangover headache, and a bit of plastic protruding from her ass. A tad uncomfortable really when she’s not in the mood for it, apparently. As for her passengers, both still asleep it seemed, but her belly was far larger than it had been this time yesterday. She’d made note of it last night of course, but now she took the time to look properly she it was clear the compression had been largely reversed; the curves of their bodies and finer details showing through the wrapping of flesh. Not completely shrink-wrapped in appearance though, the layers holding them were hardly paper thin after all.

Time to clean up the mess they’d made last night, both figuratively, feeling Hailey’s weight shift and nudge against her backdoor as she righted herself, and literally, shooting a tetchy look at the broken bottles as she shambled into the bathroom.

One glass of water and a painkiller later to deal with the headache, she was in the shower, letting the warm rain refresh her as she soaped up her voluptuous body. Pointed downwards, there was no way for water to get sucked up the breathing tube by Hailey’s soft inhalations, though as Varis drew to a finish she clenched her buttocks slightly, just enough for the wide globes to cover the end for a few seconds. After a moment there was a snuffle as the obstruction woke Hailey with a jolt, and she briefly jerked against the constrictive guts before remembering where she was and to keep a good grip biting the mouthpiece.

After her ablutions, Varis squatted and began to push. It was a minor challenge at first to engage the muscles to push one girl but not the other, but in the end one motion was far more familiar, and Hailey crested with a gasp, spluttering slightly as the still-running shower water got up her nose and the snorkel dropped with a clatter. With gravity’s help and a bit more straining, the anus stretched over her shoulders, and after that main obstacle was overcome even her breasts and own wide hips slithered out fairly easily into the tub with a wet thump. Varis arched her back as she straightened up, jutting her belly forwards, and giving Hailey a prime view of her gaping, pulsing exit pinching narrower and narrower like a drawstring until it had returned it to its prior, tightly-puckered form.

The pungent intestinal slime coating Hailey steamed slightly as it was rinsed away. The warm water turned out to be a small blessing for Hailey, keeping the painfully cold air at bay as she lay on the white porcelain, though unlike last night the light of day still stung at her gloom-accustomed eyes. She could hardly bring herself to move with Varis towering oppressively over her, but she was eventually hoisted to her unsteady feet.

“Get up, can’t have you just lying there.” Varis said, yawning casually, “You really shouldn’t put anything up your lady parts without washing it if it’s been up your butt beforehand. Just bad hygiene, that, so I want you properly cleaned off before you rejoin Gemma.”

Hailey nodded mechanically. There was no getting away, why resist at this point? So she stood there passively, just letting Varis clean her. Under the running water it was actually rather nice. She hated herself for responding in such a way, but the soft, wet skin-on-skin contact felt abnormally enjoyable to her begrudgingly oversensitive body, like a diluted version of her experience in the womb, sending tingles running up her spine and making her knees go wobbly despite herself as Varis cleaned around her breasts and up her inner thighs.

She at least took over cleaning her own privates before Varis could, though could not quite get the mild arousal to die down all the way, and was made to face the tall woman as she did so, who pulled her closer so that she was pressed up against the belly as she touched herself. She shivered at the sight of a handprint reaching out towards her, though it was another few moments before she removed her hand from between her legs, lingering slightly longer than strictly necessary to finish cleaning.

She shivered again, this time from cold as the shower was turned off, and watched as Varis stepped out to dry herself off, rubbing the towel over the expansive belly with Hailey’s eyes fixed on the curled up form within.

“Is Gemma okay?” Hailey asked thickly.

Varis gave her a calculating look, “I’m sure her night was more enjoyable than yours, though I suspect she may be getting lonely. Wait on the bed, would you? She’ll be with you shortly. And don’t bother getting dry; we both know it won’t last.”

Hailey wobbled out of the en suite, Varis keeping her ears open to listen for the bounce of the mattress rather than the rattle of a door handle. After taking a moment to clean the snorkel she walked out to see the short girl indeed waiting knelt on the bed, arms wrapped around herself and shivering slightly despite the warm day, wincing at the sunlight shining through the semi-transparent curtains.

“Oh you poor dear,” she said, injecting as much saccharine sympathy as she could manage, “look at the state you’re in. Everything out here must be feeling all cold by comparison. Did you not want to wrap up in one of the duvets?”

Hailey didn’t say anything, but Varis saw all she needed in the brief grimace as Hailey glanced at the bedding beside her.

“Aww, and rough, too. You’re just so used to being inside of me; the outside world must just be too harsh for you now. We need to get you comfy again, would you like that?” She closed the distance between them as she spoke.

“C- can’t I stay out… for just a little longer?”

“Oh?” Varis’ voice turned stern. “So all that talk last night about how much you liked it in me was a lie, was it?”

“N-No!”

“Because you know I won’t tolerate that sort of behaviour without punishment.” She dropped the snorkel on the bedside table with a clatter that somehow sounded far heavier than the lightweight plastic should have allowed.

“I didn’t! Please, I want to be inside you! B-but… But-!”

“But what? Were you thinking of going somewhere and leaving your girlfriend in me alone?!”

Gemma had obviously been listening, and squirmed vigorously in response, imprints of her hands and face pressing through the flesh, mouth open as she cried out inaudibly for reassurance.

“I-! …” Hailey faltered, torn in two directions for a tense moment of silence before she crumbled. Defeated, she said, “No. Take me inside again now.”

Wow, Varis thought to herself, she really doesn’t want to leave Gemma behind. This was almost too easy, but definitely something I can use.

“Good girl~” she said, satisfied. She clambered onto the bed and crawled past Hailey on all fours before stopping with her legs apart, presenting herself for the girl to make the next move. “Looks familiar I bet,” Varis teased, “pretty sure how this is exactly how I unbirthed you the first time.”

“… Uhuh.” Hailey agreed, remembering the same sight from weeks ago of the rear being presented to her, moistened lips bared and winking expectantly with the bulge where Gemma was held hanging visible between Varis’ thighs. Though the thought repulsed her on some level, she couldn’t help but note how the ass had got wider and shapelier since last time, the mountainous cheeks sparking some genuine, albeit base, appreciation. Reaching forward to slide her hands between the vulva, the trim opening parted easily for her.

“Ohhhh, fuuuuuck…” Varis swore into the mattress, rocking her hips approvingly as her cervix yielded to the incoming fingertips, and forearms stretched her love tunnel as they slid inwards. “It- hah- must be fate in a funny way. You try to leave, and now you’re going right back- nnf, in exactly the same way. Shows that it was meant to happen that way, that there’s no escaping it, that you belong inside me! AHH!”

The pulsing tunnel shuddered briefly as Hailey’s shoulders entered, and Hailey closed her eyes, taking a last deep breath of the outside air. The only thing she could smell was Varis. Hungry lips slipped over her ears, and the world became muffled as her mouth filled with the salty-sweet flavour of Varis’ arousal.

Bit by bit she was pushed and pulled back into the smothering heat of the womb. The flesh was still wrapped tight around them, increasingly so as more of her joined Gemma in the chamber.

“Youuu see? Isn’t this SO much better?” Came Varis’ voice, “I don’t mind telling you that- FUCK! It feels so GOOD for me, and I know it’s feeling good for you too! More! More!!”

Varis had won, last night at least, Hailey could see, but still, she wished Varis would shut up. In part because she couldn’t bear to admit that the colossal bitch was right! Despite the overwhelming heat, her body was insisting that it was like getting into a hot bath after escaping a blizzard, the rippling waves of pressure of the pulsing walls feeling like an erotically-charged massage rather than crushing, and the intensity of it all was registering only as additional pleasure rather than discomfort. As her head freed itself of the birth canal and she took a new breath, even the thickly humid air felt right in a way, more natural than the thinner air she remembered outside.

This wasn’t right, she knew that this wasn’t right! But… But it felt right, and in the end there was nothing she could do about it. She yipped as her breasts were squeezed, nipples dragging along the tight tunnel, before Gemma spoke to her, looking almost as frazzled as Hailey felt.

“Hailey I- I’m sorry you couldn’t escape, if you hadn’t had to-”

“Stop, right there,” Hailey panted, “I don’t think I would have been able to get away anyway. And I didn’t- couldn’t have left you.”

“When she was asking if you were going to leave me in here… I knew you wouldn’t. I did, but when she said that I was thinking ‘what if’, and I just imagined…”

Hailey hugged Gemma. Or at least, got her arms around her as they were squashed together by her hips entering and filling the volume of their prison. “Never. Even if I somehow escaped, knowing that I’d left you behind, still trapped in here, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

Gemma sniffed, “Thanks. I wouldn’t be able to either…”

There was a series of gasps and moans rising in pitch as Hailey found her legs being pulled in with growing speed, until they were surrounded by the sounds and signs of a mighty climax.

“Deeper! Deeeppeeeerrrr!!!”

The last touch of cold air vanished as her feet were pulled in, and the walls clamped down on the pair in a surge that all but shrink-wrapped them in their coating of the sweet uterine fluid, which tingled uncontrollably on every surface and in every nook and cranny it found its pleasurable way into, all while Varis babbled through her own mind-melting orgasm.

Both of their bodies reacted strongly to the rippling contractions around them, and conversation trailed off in favour of laboured breathing. Before they reached completion themselves though, Varis rolled onto her back and spoke to the tightly packed pair.

“You know… this little excursion of yours, has given me food for thought…” She watched them strain to wiggle under her skin, imprints of the sides of their faces showing through, and reflected that though less easy to explain away, she actually preferred seeing more details to the rounder, pregnant-looking belly she’d been getting used to. And, still red-faced with the orgasmic afterglow, she really enjoyed the unbirthing process itself.

“I need you inside me, but… Maybe I can let you out occasionally, ONE at a time.” Questioning, hopeful voices too muffled to hear perked up inside her and she continued, assuming that at least some of the inaudible words were of gratitude while she reached for the stethoscope, “I know, I know, I’m too generous, but let me be crystal clear about this arrangement.” They quieted. “The both of you belong inside me, all three of us are truly better off for it. Having the two of you staying in my womb is just what’s right, and I know you can feel it deep down, but I need you to understand and accept it, otherwise I’ll have to keep you inside me until you do.” Or at least are so acclimatised to the stimulation you’re basically addicted to it and the outside world is just one big withdrawal symptom.

Varis smiled as she stroked the gently shifting shapes, noting especially the lightly-rocking hips as they were saturated in her hormone-laden juices. “So, do you understand?”

“Yes.” Hailey said, sounding slightly pent-up already.

“Y-yes.” Said Gemma, hesitantly.

“Good,” Varis’ tone grew dark, “because the disobedience last night cannot happen again. Going up my ass wasn’t fun, was it Hailey? But I will do it again if you make me, so behave, and if either of you try to take advantage of my kindness and run away or try to get ‘help’… Well, I don’t imagine either of you want to leave the other behind, and if you try anything stupid, I will drop off the grid and take them with me. I’ve done it once, severing ties with Avorton,” Well, not quite the same, but they don’t need to know that, she thought to herself, “and I will do it again, only this time I’ll only be taking one of you. You will NOT be able to find me if I decide to disappear, and you will never, NEVER, see each other again. Look at each other, and know that they would have to suffer alone knowing that you abandoned them forever, and it’d be all your fault.”

She felt the pair shaking slightly at the thought, speechless, so prompted a response.

“Do we have a deal?”

Two whimpered, reluctant agreements met her ears, and her disposition was immediately as bright as the Mediterranean sun outside.

“Excellent! Trust me though, you’ll get used to it eventually, pretty soon you won’t be able to- or want to live without me holding you close~” She got up and padded over to retrieve something from the floor before flopping back into bed.

“Now though,” she eyed the purple dildo as she moved it lower to slip between her legs with a pleased purr. It parted her dribbling slit, hidden behind the massive swell of her belly, and a ripple of muscular contraction elicited twin moans from the sensitized girls, stoking the already smouldering fires of their inexorably rising arousals, “to reward you for your cooperation~”

III

“Hello, Miss Varis, a pleasure to see you again,” the waiter said cheerfully, “we hadn’t seen you for a few days, so I thought you may have continued your holiday inland!”

“Ahaha, not yet, this town is just so nice I thought I’d stay a while longer! And I still have the rest of the week booked at my hotel, so there’s also that~” Varis replied from where she was seated at the café, wearing a smile, sunglasses, and a yellow sundress covering most of her body that still managed to somehow look slightly indecent as it hung from her generous curves and the huge belly nudging against the table.

“That is a good reason, I’d say! And, who is this you’re with?”

“This,” Varis said, gesturing the uncomfortable-looking redhead next to her in a similar, albeit smaller sundress, “is my daughter, Gemma.”

“Hi.” The girl said in a quiet, slightly scratchy voice. The waiter wondered if she had a sore throat.

“Nice to meet you, I’m surprised I haven’t seen you in here before with your mother.”

“Oh, the outdoors doesn’t really agree with her, so she’s been spending a lot of her time inside. I think she’s actually been enjoying her time inside more than being out and about, isn’t that right Gemma?”

The waiter looked between them as the younger girl nodded stiffly. He was fairly sure she was gritting her teeth behind that smile, so there was obviously something going over his head, but he’d learned not to pry too deep into other’s affairs. She was quite attractive herself, pretty, slim with a nicely full chest, so maybe she just felt a little inadequate next to her mother’s attention-grabbing figure? There were light tremors shaking her arms though, which seemed to have goosebumps despite the warm weather, so maybe she was just infirm in some way? Either way, not his business, so after a moment more smalltalk under the sunshade he took two food orders, not even bothering to resist this time when Varis asked for a glass of wine for each of them, and disappeared into the back of the café.

Gemma groaned, shifting uncomfortably in her seat, and rubbed gingerly at where the dress hung from her shoulders. It had been bought locally, none of Varis’ clothes had a hope of fitting her after all, and by all accounts it was a perfectly normal dress, but her raised sensitivity had not shown any signs of diminishing yet, and after half a day wearing it the soft fabric felt like sackcloth rubbing over a light graze.

“Uncomfortable?” Varis said, shooting her a sidelong-glance as she read a magazine.

“I’m fine.” Gemma snapped back tersely.

Varis narrowed her eyes meaningfully, and Gemma reigned herself in.

“Sorry, I- no, I’m fine. Just looking forward to eating something solid that doesn’t taste of- well, you.”

“Ahahaa, I don’t taste too bad now do I? My ex told me I was a ’treat to eat’.”

“No, you-” Gemma hesitated as she realised how easy the answer had been before carrying on, “-don’t… But variety is nice, right?”

“Hmm, spice of life. We can call this a reward for good behaviour I suppose,” Varis leant in, lowering her voice, “just so long as you remember where you really belong.” She sat up straight again, and rubbed her belly as its contents shifted, a handprint pressing briefly out as Hailey presumably repositioned herself.

Gemma looked away and towards the beach downhill, wincing slightly at the sunlight shining brightly off of the white walls around her and the sparkling water below. Closing her eyes, she had a moment of relief as the soft red darkness reminded her of-

Her eyes snapped open again. She’d need to get some sunglasses too.

For now, she turned her gaze back at the shaded seating area around her, and it fell on the newspaper on the table next to her.

The waiter returned, carrying their order, but before he could leave them to their meal, she piped up suddenly.

“Excuse me!”

“Ah, yes?”

“Can I borrow a pen?”

“Of course, got- one- here- somewhere…” He said, as he rooted around in his apron.

“What for?” Varis asked coolly.

Gemma reached over and grabbed the newspaper, waving it and proclaiming innocently, “Sudoku! It’s been a while since I stretched my brain, you know? Ahaha…” She wilted slightly under Varis’ stare, but the woman seemed to accept it.

“Aaand here! Enjoy your meals, and just leave the pen on the table when you’re done, it’s my only one!” With that the waiter cleared off, Varis folded her sunglasses up on the table and they tucked in.

Gemma almost melted as the pastry crunched between her teeth.

“Enjoying it?” Varis sounded amused.

“Mmhmmf…”

“Good. No reason you can’t have a treat every now and then if you’re good. I imagine Hailey might like something too sometime. I know I left it up to you two to decide, but any particular reason you were the one chosen for this ‘daytrip’ test run?”

“I didn’t want to b- uhh, I mean, I just wanted to… eat something new, more than Hailey.” Gemma smiled weakly. She’d almost instinctively given Varis the straight answer that she’d been terrified of the idea of being trapped in that claustrophobic organ all alone without even Hailey able to hear her and so they’d agree that she could go first, but caught herself before giving Varis any more leverage than she already had. The gaze boring into her almost screamed that Varis saw right through her anyway, but the flaky crumbs falling from her lips must have lent her excuse some credence, as Varis said nothing, casually returning to her own lunch.

After finishing, they sat in silence with their drinks, Varis with her magazine, idly rubbing the curved bulge of what could have been Hailey’s butt, and Gemma with her newspaper puzzles. After a while Varis drained the last of her glass and stood.

“Right, finish your drink, there’s a shop I want to swing by on the way back to the hotel. I’ll go pay at the counter, don’t go anywhere~”

“Okay…”

Right, now or never. The second she turned her back, Gemma unfolded the newspaper and flipped it to show the front cover, readied her pen and- no, too obvious. She turned one extra page and quick as she could, scribbled in big, noticeable letters on page 3.

VARIS NOT MY MOTHER

KIDNAPPED ME

• 1 MORE HOSTAGE

HELP US

She heard the beep of Varis’ card being read, and as speedily as she could quietly manage, lowered the front page to cover her scrawl, folded and flipped the paper back over, and resumed staring thoughtfully at her half-finished puzzle. Just in time; heavy footsteps announced Varis’ return to the table.

“Down your drink if you’re having it, time to go.” She instructed.

Gemma did so, dropping the pen and standing, leaving the paper conspicuously on the table for the waiter to clear and, it was a longshot but hopefully, find her S.O.S. Her still-wobbly legs complained as she began to head off, but it didn’t matter so long as she could get them both away without Varis checking the-

“Aren’t you going to take your puzzle with you?”

She froze, turning carefully.

“N- no, turns out it was a bit hard for me, pretty sure I made a mistake somewhere. Guess I’m not really good at Sudokus.”

Varis stared blankly, not moving from the tableside. Gemma fought to keep a neutral expression as, wordlessly, she picked up the newspaper. Her heart was hammering on her ribcage as Varis silently, carefully, inspected the puzzle page, unfolding the newspaper to view the full two-page spread, and turned back and forward to view the spreads on either side.

She paused thoughtfully.

Gemma’s heart felt like it paused too for a beat as the paper was closed and Varis looked over the front and back covers.

A presumably warm breeze wafted past that still managed to put Gemma’s hairs on end, and she shivered.

“Fair enough.” Varis said, all smiles, and slapped the paper back onto the table, front page facing up. “I was never a fan of them either. Come on.”

It was hard not to breathe a sigh of relief but Gemma managed as she made her unsteady way down an alley at Varis’ direction, the larger woman following behind.

“There’s a little shop in one of these side streets that I put in an order with for collection, just after your first ’excursion’. We’re going to swing by and- ah crap!”

“Eh? What’s wrong?”

“Ahh, I left my sunglasses back in the café, just wait here one moment.”

Varis made an about turn and marched around the corner before Gemma could say anything. Panic bubbled up and she lurched after her. Her knees buckled slightly but she kept on, cursing how frail she still felt when not supported by Varis’ womb. Please let the waiter have cleared the table, please let him have cleared the table, please-!

Gemma emerged from the alley to see Varis walking back towards her, sunglasses reclaimed, tucking her magazine into her handbag and- oh thank God. There was the waiter, only partway through cleaning up after them, but with the newspaper rolled up and tucked safely under one arm.

“I thought I told you to wait there.”

“I-”

“Although I suppose you wanting to stick by me isn’t a bad thing either. Onwards now, the shop should be a few minutes away.”

Gemma nodded and lead the way re-entering the alley, smiling where Varis couldn’t see.

The smile did not survive the arrival at their destination.

Lurid pink and purple lights illuminated the back alley from a lewd neon display, promising raunchy contents beyond the hole-in-the-wall front door.

“Here we are!” Varis announced.

“… Here?”

“Where else?” she asked as she used her belly to push Gemma ahead of her, who felt the shapes of unidentified bodyparts and the thrum of a surprised yelp through her back as Hailey was squashed against her.

Looking around inside as Varis greeted the cashier, it was a larger shop than she expected, running narrow but deep. And with a frankly surprising range of products lining the shelves, including costumes, toys of varying shapes and sizes, underwear both standard, smutty and/or edible, handcuffs, whips, gags, something that looked like a gas-mask with a vacuum-cleaner hose in place of a filter…? Weren’t they in a medium-sized seaside town? How much clientele could they get in a place like this? Though they did apparently do orders, Varis’ being handed to her now packaged discreetly in a brown paper bag, albeit a moderately sized one, so maybe they did delivery too.

She didn’t have much time to ponder it further when she was frogmarched back out again, and lead eventually back to the hotel by an eager-looking Varis. Even after such a relatively short walk her body ached.

In Varis’ room… their room, Gemma supposed, Varis locked the door behind them, dropped her bags on the bed, and began pulling off her dress.

“Strip.”

Gemma obeyed. She felt like she should have been resisting more, but couldn’t quite see the point knowing how fruitless it would ultimately be, and if she were honest with herself, losing the irritating fabric was a relief. Although, the temperature had dropped slightly over their walk back and left her shaking like a leaf in the wind, even when she had been clothed. There wasn’t any winning it seemed, feeling herself gravitating towards the warmth of Varis’s body.

Varis prodded her belly, leaning forwards over the bed, “Hailey, get your head ready”. Detailed bulges could be seen outlining Hailey’s body, and Gemma was treated to the sight of her reorienting herself as Varis began pushing.

Grunting and panting, Varis was clearly enjoying being stretched open, muttering little appreciative expletives as her moist lower lips parted, and Hailey’s black-haired head emerged up to the neck with a spluttering gasp.

“Paahh! Hahh… ahh, hi Gem… how are yoOUEE?” She squeaked as Varis straightened up, leaving her lodged with her face sandwiched between her thighs.

“Um, good, are… you…?” She had been unshaken by the spontaneous nudity; it was just something she was used to by now, but the sight of Hailey’s head only just poking out of Varis was an unusual sight, the woman in question starting to unpack her order.

“Fine,” Hailey replied with a bemused smile before asking, “Uh, Miss Varis? Am I coming out, or…?”

“In a moment, I just need to get this stuff ready. It feels good having you there like that, but I know you girls get cold when you’re outside me,” The two girls briefly shared a glance, not wanting to dignify it but agreeing nonetheless, “so you can wait like that. Gemma, you can huddle up to me if you’re chilly.”

The redhead sighed, but got closer even so, standoffishly refusing to make contact at first but ultimately caving and pressing herself against one thick, warm thigh while Varis organised whatever she had bought. Eventually her bags were dropped to the floor, the last item being the magazine from her handbag tossed onto the bedside table.

“Right, you first, put this in, and then these on.” Varis handed Gemma a pink, curved teardrop-shaped device, one egg-sized end tapering into a flexible rod bent back on itself that ended in another, only slightly bulbous tip. The second item was an elaborate pair of panties? Except, much of the material was rigid, with tough fabric concealing hard plates and what seemed to be metal cable in the waistband attached to a cinching mechanism and a keyhole at the front. Gemma stared at the chastity belt.

“Well if you’re going to take your time with it.”

A shove to her chest toppled her back onto the bed.

“Wait a moment! I just- yeEEP!” Gemma yipped as the silicone device was snatched away and she felt the thicker end deftly inserted into her vagina, snugly filling the passage while the antenna now pressing against her vulva from the outside held it gently but securely pushing forwards, lying motionless against her g-spot.

“Do you need me to dress you in those too?” Varis asked sarcastically.

“No, just, give me a moment.” Gemma griped, pulling the augmented underwear into place. Varis reached over to fiddle with the mechanism, tightening it until satisfied and locking it with a small key that disappeared into nearby bag. Gemma probed it experimentally. The waistband bit firmly but not uncomfortably into the soft skin on her hips; she could hardly slip a pinkie finger under the material.

Hailey was pushed out onto the bed next, and put through the same process.

“Good, so, if we’re going to continue this arrangement, you will both need to be on your best behaviour,” she restated, “which in my opinion means some training is in order~”

Varis got onto the bed with them, spreading her thick legs to bare her privates at them.

“Gemma, you’re going to swap places with Hailey for now, so scoot up and give me your feet.”

Nervously, she obeyed, shuddering at the moist warmth enveloping her up to the ankles. Varis did something with the phone still in her hand, and Gemma clasped her hands to her crotch with a gasp as a low buzzing sent a throb of pleasure through her. As her shins began to disappear, Varis continued with a pleased groan.

“It’s not fair if you’re the only one who gets to come out and play, so now we’re going to try it the other way around, and you can be the one inside me, all alone~”

She knew Varis was teasing her on purpose, but even so the instinctive spike of fear at her words had her reflexively pull with her legs, freeing a few scant inches when a sharp shock zapped her painfully from inside, sending her body spasming. Hailey had her hands on her in a moment, full of concern as Gemma gave a short shriek.

“Personally I’d want to stick with the positive reinforcement, but this model of vibe is great for both carrot and stick, it seems. Now, as you were…”

Gemma gave a soft, slightly manic laugh, “Seriously, what type of seaside town has a shop with this type of stuff in it?”

Varis shrugged, “Dunno. European? Hailey, help her, would you?”

“Y-yes Varis. Come on Gem, I managed it today, you can too. It wasn’t that ba-aaad!~”

“Well thanks for the compliment, Hailey.” Varis chuckled as the vibe thrummed inside the girl, setting her eyelids aflutter.

With Hailey’s help pushing, Gemma slid deeper bit by bit, the steadily buzzing vibrators making them breathe increasingly heavily the more progress they made. Varis was moaning unabashedly, delighting in the pleasure Gemma was giving her as she filled her up, her belly stretching to accommodate her with details of her body bulging out from under the taut skin.

Gemma was in just up to her ribs, arms pinned to her sides when Varis spoke again.

“H-Hailey, stop helping her and, hohh fuck, just rub my belly. Make sure you… don’t take your hands off me~”

Hailey looked hesitantly at Gemma’s face between Varis’ thighs before doing what she was told. The moment she made contact the stimulation to her pussy intensified, Varis’ thumb drawing lazy shapes on the controlling app on her phone screen, giving her more pleasure the more she touched the bulging mass. “And Gemma, you… you keep pulling yourself in…”

Reluctantly, she wiggled herself deeper. Varis’ muscles rippled around her, but the woman must have been holding herself back as there was no suction, and Gemma felt she was giving up was something indefinable with the knowledge that she was incarcerating herself entirely by her own actions. There was nothing else pushing or tugging at her, no force she could blame for drawing her in, the only thing pulling her inside was her, her handprints pressing out towards her face as she fumbled at the womb’s walls for purchase. And the more she squirmed and worked her way in, the harder Varis made her toy vibrate, every inch of freedom lost feeling better as it rumbled inside of her.

Her breasts and then her shoulders slipped in in a rush, Varis groaning appreciatively and making Gemma gasp as the vibration spiked powerfully for a few moments. With the lips nibbling at her chin, she couldn’t quite bear to take the final plunge. She waited for Varis to get impatient and force her to finish, but it didn’t happen, instead the vibrator slowed until just active enough to prevent her arousal from diminishing. Its strength pulsed as she squirmed, building her up while never pushing her over the edge, and the growing pressure she felt was not helped by her partner massaging her through Varis’ flesh.

Hailey kneaded and groped the distended tummy, rubbing herself against its warm surface. The constant gratification was making it hard to think, but she wanted more of this pleasure, and her brain was making the firm connection between the full belly and her approaching climax as Varis rewarded her ministrations. Varis was expertly pushing both of their oversensitised bodies to the brink only to hold off at the last moment. Minutes dragged like hours, Hailey needed to cum so badly, when she felt the buzzing start to slow, the desperate urge to bring it back overwhelmed her, translated by her brain into the need to please Varis however she could so she’d give her what she needed. She fondled it fervently, squeezing Gemma’s ass and other bulges with her hands and rubbing her tingling, trembling body up against it. Unprompted, she even experimented with turning to one of Varis’ breasts, larger than her head, and shoving her face into it to tease and suck at the nipple, but Varis just returned her passionate affections to her belly to drag her tongue across the writhing surface.

“That’s right… kiss it… worship it… feel how good it feels when you let it…”

Gemma whined with need, agonisingly close to climax. The soft walls clenching around her were fuelling her desire, but the buzz between her legs was painfully just insufficient to give her the release she needed. She thought in frazzled exasperation how easy it had usually been to cum when trapped inside Varis, half-wondering if having the womb’s fluids blocked from contacting this one crucial, sensitive spot was somehow barring her from achieving the orgasm she desperately wanted. Attempting to resist cumming by protecting her womanhood with her hands had never worked though, so perhaps Varis just had an unfair level of control over her. She tried to rub herself through the chastity belt, but the solid garment denied her touch, and it was clear that she needed Varis to free her from this purgatory.

“Oh Goooood, Varis, Freya please, let me cummmm…”

“It’s not me holding you back you know~ You know what you need to do…”

She did. Crying out as the soaking netherlips crept up her face, she heaved, watching the dome of flesh above her swell with her own body until her eyes slipped too deep to see. The vibrator lodged in her roared to life as the cervix sealed tight behind her. Pleasure surged powerfully through her, and she convulsed as she at last hit her peak, only for neither the stimulation nor the orgasm to subside. Trapped alone in the chamber by her own decision to take the final plunge, the muscles clenched around her, smothering her face and her voice as she wailed her helplessness to resist.

Hailey watched in a distracted haze as the shape of Gemma’s body tumbled beneath the skin, rubbing the bulges before the flesh clamped down to hold her steady, facing outwards with her face visible as an open-mouthed imprint.

“That! Kiss that!” Varis ordered with a moan, fingering herself. Hailey couldn’t help herself, she had to obey, planting her mouth on the silently bawling shape. Varis activated her toy too.

“M-moore…!” her hips were shaking uncontrollably, almost crying she was so close. She just wanted that extra push, and the connection her muddled mind made to getting that was worshipping Varis’ middle. It was Gemma in there, stuck and balled up tight, but once she knew what she needed to do she couldn’t not. Showering the bulge with affection, she locked lips with the girl inside through the thick layers hiding her away, eliciting a muffled squeak as she groped the shape of Gemma’s breast with one hand, hugging the gravid dome tight as she was able.

Hailey heard Varis groaning faster, and held on to the taut tummy for dear life as her vibe was set to maximum. The climax filled her like a thunderstorm, setting her body quaking as she screamed her orgasm into the soft surface she was clutching, and her ringing ears heard Varis cry out in her own mere moments later.

Panting, they lay there, the vibes clicking off.

After a few minutes, Hailey felt Varis tensing her abdomen, and then the odd sensation of the orb she was resting on deflating. Gemma slid out headfirst onto the bed, twitching sporadically.

“H… Hey…” Hailey croaked from where she was draped over Varis.

Gemma blinked dully, “I’m… out earlier than I thought…”

“Heh, maybe we’re all going to get dinner or something.”

“Not quite.” Varis said. “Although I would like to say ‘well done’ for being so cooperative.” There was a faint buzz, sending a pleasant shudder through them as a reward to pair with the praise. “However, there is something that needs to be addressed.”

Sitting upright, dislodging Hailey in the process, Varis grabbed Gemma by the ankles and pulled. Already thoroughly lubricated, her feet slipped easily into the larger woman once again.

Gemma groaned slightly, thinking that of course it was too good to be true, when she heard Hailey gasp. The redhead looked up in confusion at the darker-skinned girl, following her gaze to her own shins disappearing between Varis’ thighs. Only, she could see Varis’ entire pussy above her legs, which were instead vanishing into-

Yelping coarsely, she tried to scrabble backwards, the sheets scratching at her skin as she babbled, “No no no NO! Why-?! Plea-ACK!!” Electricity sent her body into a pained spasm, breaking her attempts to resist as her hands flew to her groin to try to comfort the source of the shock beneath the locked panties.

“Very helpful of you.” Varis said wryly, dropping her phone within easy reach before tugging Gemma in up to her waist in one mighty heave, her hands now pinned to her body.

“I- I don’t understand!” Hailey pleaded, “We did everything you asked us to, why are you punishing her?!”

“Get that magazine from the table, and I’ll show you.”

Uncertainly, Hailey wobbled over to the bedside and picked it up, handing it to Varis, who opened it.

From between the glossy pages, she pulled out a folded piece of off-white paper, a larger page torn out of a newspaper.

Gemma’s heart stopped in her chest.

“Ohh no, no I’m sorry! I didn’t mean- I’m SORRY!! AGH!!” Again, her writhing froze as a shock tensed her whole body.

“Gemma, stop! You’re making it worse! But what?! What is it?!” Hailey said frantically, looking between them in confusion,

Varis cleared her throat, every bit the teacher who had caught two students passing notes, and was now reading them out to the class.

“Varis, not my mother. Kidnapped me, plus one more hostage. Help, us…”

She handed the scribbled message to Hailey who read it with growing horror.

“I don’t… I didn’t-!” Gemma trembled.

“So that’s why. I generously allow you leeway, and this is how you repay me?” Varis fumed as Gemma was tugged deeper, sobbing quietly. “You’re lucky I’m not putting both of you away immediately. If you behave and accept your punishment gracefully, and you’re lucky enough that I’m still feeling generous, then I may still play nice. But you need to accept your new lives or you’ll only make things less comfortable for yourselves. Hailey, grab the mask out of the bag on the floor.”

She did, bringing into Gemma’s view a latex facemask with a smooth, flexible tube with a flared tip.

“Now Gemma… are you sorry?”

“Y- yes…”

ZAP

“Like you mean it!”

“I’m sorry!”

“For what?”

“For trying to get help!”

“Good, and why shouldn’t you try it?”

“Because… because it’s better in- in you?”

“Close, you don’t really want to get away do you?”

“I…”

ZAP

“No! I don’t want to! I don’t know why I tried!”

“And what do you want?”

“I want to…” Gemma tried to steady her racing breaths, choking out the bitter words as Hailey watched, paralysed, “to be inside of you…”

A thrum of pleasure came from the device this time, not a strong enough buzz to bring her closer to orgasm, just enough to make her feel good when she gave the answers Varis wanted.

“So you think you deserve this punishment?”

“Yes! I did a bad thing, I deserve it!”

Buzz. “Good girl, and afterwards, where do you want to go? Where do you really belong?”

“Back- back in your womb, filling you up like I sh-should be.”

“I’m glad you agree~ I think you need some help acclimatising to it though, so you can stay in there by yourself tomorrow. Plus, it’ll help you get used to the idea of enjoying the ride. Sound good?” Gemma gave a claustrophobic shiver, but still nodded.

“Yes,” she quavered, “I deserve it, and th-thank you.”

“So do you think you’ll try anything foolish again?”

“No…”

“Good, because you know I’d have to do something even more drastic if you tried. But do you think it would even work?”

“N-no…” Accompanied by an approving thrum, the admission almost caught in her throat.

“No? Nothing you can think of would have a chance?”

“No!” she cried, wishing Varis would stop tearing the words from her. She didn’t want to believe them, she didn’t want to even say them, and yet, “Nothing would work! And I- I don’t want to leave anyway! You’ll always… always keep hold of us somehow…”

“Mhmm, that’s because this is all meant to be. You know where you belong really. What about you? Will you be trying anything stupid?”

Hailey squeaked, “No, I want to- to be stuffed inside you too! It’d be impossible to run away even if I tried! We’re better off being yours for… forever.”

“Mmm… Hailey? Put the mask on her.”

“I… I-”

It was Hailey’s turn to yelp at the light shock after her hesitation, and she obediently got into position. Whispering an apology as she covered Gemma’s mouth with the breathing apparatus, she strapped it onto her face, and watched Varis begin to press on Gemma’s head with her feet. Varis told her to put her hands on her swelling belly again, raising her vibrator’s power the more it was stretched out by Gemma’s body, though as she got more flustered it got disconcertingly difficult to tell how much she was being made to feel good by the device, and how much was her body’s own natural reaction to the gravid bulge.

With a last whimper, echoed through the rubber tube, Gemma vanished back into Varis.

At Varis’ instruction, Hailey lay flat on her back, squeaking as the blonde woman’s massive rear came into view above her and dropped pussy-first onto her face. Varis didn’t unbirth her yet though, instead ordering her to eat her out. The lip of the soft tube Gemma was breathing through nudged against her chin as she lapped at the entirely familiar-tasting liquid dripping from Varis’ lower lips. Parting them to lick vigorously at the waiting clit, the detailed bulges of Gemma’s body shifted beneath the flesh suspended above her eyes, the distended orb resting lightly on Varis’ thighs blocking all else from sight.

They continued the same as before for the best part of an hour, Hailey being immediately rewarded the more she doted on Varis. They had room service ordered to them, eating together in the room before lying back in bed, Hailey still lying flat on her back but now with Varis on her side with the weight of her enormous gut draped on top of the smaller girl. Varis mostly lay idle, reading a book without paying her much attention, but clenching her buttocks over the air tube whenever Gemma’s wriggling started to slow, waiting until the panicked struggling had resumed properly to unblock it. Pinned beneath the belly with the heavy flesh smothering her face and so her voice, all Hailey could do as the hours of the evening ticked by was run her hands over the taut skin. As Gemma squirmed, Hailey’s vibrator’s activity rose and fell with the balled-up girl’s movement, slowly reinforcing the mental connection between feeling good and Varis’ big, full tummy. Varis largely ignored her, just focusing on her book and disinterestedly controlling the vibrator even as Hailey let out muffled, helpless squeaks of pleasure from beneath her stuffed middle.

Gemma’s vibe stayed dormant; she was being punished, after all.

Eventually, Varis put her book away, readying to go to sleep. Hailey gasped as the belly was lifted and air was allowed to reach her, like stepping out of a hot shower into an icily cold room. She felt a fuzzy handcuff she hadn’t noticed Varis pick up attaching her to the woman wrist-to-wrist after the lights were off, though she needn’t have bothered, as Hailey huddled up to the warmth of the belly the moment it was back in bed with her, drawn to it like a magnet.

Little movements stretched the skin as Gemma shifted uncomfortably, and outside, despite the buzzing device being turned off beneath the hardened underwear, Hailey felt twinges of pleasure running through her as she watched them. The sight of a hand or footprint pushed out here or there, and her body responded all on its own, shuddering involuntarily as she drifted off to sleep.

IV

Stirring slowly awake, Hailey’s chest felt cold. Everything below her ribs felt wonderfully warm, but upwards of that was exposed to the morning air, chilly even it did still carry the funky scents of last night’s heated activities. Drowsily, she raised an arm to hug herself. She tried to anyway. As it turned out, they were pinned to her sides by whatever tight wrapping was keeping her legs warm. Opening her eyes, she blinked blearily at the sight of the buttocks approaching her.

Flinching as the vaginal tunnel dragged over her nipples, squashing her breasts flat, she watched as the owner of the ass, presumably Varis, reversed on all fours facing away from her. With her shoulders braced against the mattress, she was ramrodded in up to her shoulders, feeling her body forcibly curled up out of sight. Strangely though, Varis stopped with her vulva around Hailey’s throat. There was a protracted clench, grunts coming from Varis as the internal pressure rose, though not enough for Hailey’s shoulders to be pushed back out. Through the internal layers of tissue, she felt Gemma’s body shifting against hers. She got a close-up view of the black breathing tube inches from her nose sliding out through Varis’ anus, which then dilated to allow Gemma’s masked face out, her ginger hair plastered back to her scalp.

“Hah, phew! Tricky manoeuvre, that.” Varis stood up, flipping the pair’s heads upside down. Almost kissing, thick thighs sandwiched both their cheeks. Wide though Varis hips may have been, the mighty legs were close enough together that they forced each of the pair’s heads back slightly, moving them out from directly underneath Varis’ pelvis. With her head largely situated between the great asscheeks, Gemma’s crown barely poked out from the soft valley. A little further out and a little higher, she could have made for a ginger bunny’s cottontail. Hailey meanwhile was facing roughly 45° downwards, able to feel the ridge of Varis’ mons pubis and the weight of her belly rubbing against the back of her head.

“Okay Gemma, I know I said you’d be in my womb by yourself today, but seeing as yesterday was second offense I’m going to have to revise that. One night in my ass obviously won’t be enough, so you’re going to be staying in there till tomorrow morning.”

There was a muted whine through the rubber tubing.

“At least, should I decide you still aren’t behaving.” Varis cut off her complaint. “Really, you should be thankful I’m letting you hold your head… well, not high, but outside of me at least. I wanted to try something a bit different, and perhaps you two can… alright, I won’t lie, this particular play is mostly for me.”

Squatting down, Varis reached awkwardly behind herself to unclasp the mask from Gemma’s face, before bringing down a folded circle of cloth to replace it. Gemma twisted her head in protest as she felt the fabric being pushed over her head, but soon stopped her momentary defiance.

“I can always keep you there for another day or two if you’d prefer… No? Good, now hold still, I can’t have you making too much noise if I’m going to let you hang out like this.”

The cloth stretched over Gemma’s head like a thick rubber band, looping around the base of her skull and her mouth, the tension drawing it tight between her jaws to gag her. Manipulating a second band with even more difficulty, she reached around and under her belly to do the same for Hailey.

With both girls silenced, she pulled out a tangle of dark blue fabric, holding the top and letting the rest unfurl into the flat, humanoid shape of an empty zentai suit. The gagged duo made vaguely quizzical noises as they saw the fabric lowered into their field of view before Varis stepped into the unzipped back. Sitting was not exactly an option right now, so she tugged it up like a pair of tights, wiggling her hips as she shimmied the figure-hugging lycra over herself.

Quiet twin mmf?!’s came from Gemma and Hailey as the blue garment pressed mildly uncomfortably against their faces, the thin material stretching elastically and doing nothing at all to obscure the outlines of their features. Varis’ belly was a bigger mountain to climb, but with some effort the lycra was made to accommodate her voluptuous figure, becoming a semi-shiny second skin as she slid her arms into it. She wiggled her fingers into the gloves, and tugged the front of the suit up over her bust. Skin-tight though it mostly was, the material was pulled away from her ribcage by the perky orbs, bridging between the raised points of skin over the valleys of her cleavage and underboob.

Pulling up the zipper was a challenge, but one that was overcome, and Varis finished off her look with a hood to fully cover her in uninterrupted fabric. The concealed featured of her face twisted in a pleased grin, as she turned this way and that, inspecting her figure in one of her room’s mirrors. The lycra was mostly opaque, but so with it stretched and close to her eyes she could see through it, even if things were darker and blurry, and she felt humid warmth on her face as it caught her breath. She imagined it was the same for her gagged toys, though probably even warmer.

The material made a pleasing, buzzy hiss as she ran her gloved hands over herself.

Facing a mirror she reclined on her bed, looking over her belly at the two faces trapped beneath the dark blue layer. If they could just about see through the bodysuit the same as her, they could possibly even see their own imprints in the mirror she thought, amused. She gave an experimental flex of her internal muscles, tugging at the pair but not pulling either in past their chins, just enjoying the feeling of double-penetration paired with the body-wide skin-contact, and lay back for a few minutes to take it in.

There was a knock at the door, and she sighed in exasperation.

“Good morning, quick update from front desk?”

Slightly muffled through the zentai suit, she called out tersely. “Yes?”

“Sorry to interrupt your morning ma’am, but you should know that the kitchen has unfortunately encountered a technical issue, and cannot produce any more hot food on demand until tonight. The breakfast buffet has been supplied with cooked items, but they won’t be getting refilled so they’ll only last for however long it takes for guests to finish them off. If you were planning on eating in with us this morning, I’d recommend getting to the dining hall sooner rather than later.”

Varis sighed again.

“Okay, thanks for the heads up…”

“Thank you ma’am, we apologise for the inconvenience.” She heard footsteps receding down the hall before they stopped in lieu of a knocking on another room’s door. “Good morning, quick update from…”

She mulled said update over.

She hadn’t been planning on leaving her room for the best part of an hour. There was always hotel cereal she supposed, and she didn’t really want to get undressed, but she was paying for the actual cooking…

Actually, who said she needed to get undressed?

Fiddling at her collar, her blonde hair spilled free as she pulled the hood off of her flushed face.

Then, instead of removing the rest, she put on a billowy white long-sleeved shirt (still tight around the middle), and a denim skirt that cut off just above the knees.

She checked herself out in the mirror.

The blue neckline of the bodysuit was only just visible above her shirt’s collar, but without close inspection the legs just looked like dark tights. She checked her phone and peeked through her window. Oh good, not too hot today it seemed. The only thing that looked more out of place was the unremovable glove portion of the suit. White top with dark gloves though? That was a look. She’d just hope nobody made the connection between their colour matching her ’tights’.

“Huh, nice… Remember to keep quiet you two; you may be gagged but if you try to shout then I will clench around your throat till you pass out, and I do not have the fine muscle control to only do that to one of you at a time…”

Walking down to the breakfast zone, her face cooled down temperature-wise, though as she loaded up a plate with a Greek omelete and a sweet, cheesy pancake-like pie thing, she still wore an uncharacteristic light blush.

Sure, she’d been waltzing around pretending that she was simply pregnant to hide the girls from view, but now they were quite literally hanging out of her with only a skirt to disguise the fact. It was so… naughty. It was like going commando, but instead of an absence of panties an upskirt would reveal two smushed faces trapped under her lycra. Although it would reveal an absence of panties as well.

She looked at the seating arrangements, remembering that sitting would be impractical if she wanted to avoid reinserting one or both girls, so stood in an outside dining area. Leaning against the hotel wall, she got a few bemused looks from other guests, but ignored them as she picked at her meal with a fork. Depositing her plate on a table, she headed off out of the hotel, pausing at the front entrance to stretch, leaning back and thrusting her hips forward with her hands above her head.

Coincidentally, and unnoticed by Varis, a certain pink-haired girl was walking up the street at the same time, and was about to wave and call hello when an instinctive reaction of a thought derailed the plan entirely.

As Varis stretched, something solid just below her hips protruded forwards enough to tent her skirt slightly, and Danielle’s greeting died in her mouth as a dirty part of her brain immediately went, “Damn, she’s absolutely packing!”

She boggled at the bulge, it must have been the size of a bowling ball! How?! What?!

Her conflicted thoughts about Varis got even more confusing for a moment.

Wait, did the skirt move just now? Did it just twitch?! Danielle felt faint. Where was she hiding that at the beach?! No, no, calm down, she thought. You saw her at the beach in a bikini and helped put sunscreen in almost that precise area, there’s no way that could be what you think it is…

Varis returned to a normal stance, and the tenting disappeared so smoothly Danielle couldn’t be sure she hadn’t imagined it. The well-endowed woman turned away from the slack-jawed tomboy looking at her, who watched the hypnotic swing of her hips as Varis walked off, the swish of her skirt teasing at what might be on the other side. That… That had to have been her imagination.

Danielle felt funny. She checked the time of morning on her watch and gave in, heading into the first shop she saw that would sell her a beer.

The poor girl needed a stiff dr-… a drink.

Hours later, evening rolled around, and Varis was actually rather tired. Unable to sit easily, she’d spent a lot of her day on her feet. Reinserting Hailey wouldn’t have been an issue, but doing so to Gemma without a breathing tube wasn’t something she wanted to risk while out and about. She’d had a bit of a close call where she tried lowering herself carefully, only to inadvertently sink both girls past their mouths into their respective orifices, causing a flurry of squirming that had her blushing in front of a group of tourists as the pair huffed panicked breaths through their noses over her perineum. The unaware observers obviously couldn’t see the two frightened bulges concealed from view by the veil of her skirt, but nevertheless she’d had to wait for them to move on enough to not hear her low moans when she pushed the girls back out to their chins.

That said, she had had a lovely picnic on the coast out of town, kneeling with her weight on her heels so the imprints of Hailey’s and Gemma’s faces hovered a few inches above the grass.

It had been a bit of a hike back to the hotel, she’d gone further than she’d thought, so she’d internally tugged the pair slightly deeper to rub less against her thighs. Their faces still pressed through the lycra, but now they were more tightly framed by her posterior, her buttocks and vulva on the verge of but not quite passing over the widest points of their heads.

She sighed in relief as she tore her clothes off back in her room, looking at the slightly darker damp patch of the suit as she lifted her skirt, the moisture a combination of the girls’ humid breaths and her own natural lubricants seeping out from around their throats. The day had been an unbearable tease for her after all, walking around with two oversized “toys” holding her open, but it was time to put her toys away. Fiddling with the back of Hailey’s head through the zentai suit, she was able to slide the gag up from the base of her skull to pop off the top. There was a muffled, spluttering gasp, and Varis entertained herself watching the reflection of Hailey’s face, mouth open under the lycra as she tried to suck fresh air through the material.

Reaching under her belly again though, she pushed on the girl’s forehead, and there was a squeal as one dark view was traded for another, the imprint of her face sinking, sinking… Until with a wet schlip the fabric showed only a slight cameltoe.

Varis felt a gratified tremor shudder through her.

As fun as it would be to repeat the same method for Gemma, she didn’t really want to risk breaking her toys quite so permanently, so after giving her curves a last, appreciative feeling up with her gloved hands, she reached for the back of her neck to unzip herself.

The zentai suit peeled away to be dropped in a slightly sweaty pile at her feet, and she ungagged Gemma too.

There was another huffing of fresh air, before she head Gemma’s plaintive voice from the crevice of her ass.

“M-Miss Varis? Can I… can I go back in your womb p-please?”

“Mmmm, so nice of you to ask… but no,” Varis affected a sigh, “I’ve already changed the length of your punishment once, I won’t do it a second time. I’ll grant your wish tomorrow though, now don’t make a fuss I need to get this back on you, er, somehow.”

Working from touch and a reflection was incredibly tricky without Hailey’s help, it turned out, but ultimately Varis managed to fit the latex facemask back into place. Finally letting herself rest her weight on her butt, she sat down properly on the bed, feeling both the strain leaving her legs and her anus being pushed down over Gemma’s head to cinch tight around the rubber tube.

She flopped backwards, bouncing lightly on the mattress.

She’d need to head down for dinner at some point, and then find something in town or the hotel to do before bed, but she’d just have a short rest first.

Today had been very fun, and feeling the inaudible vibrations of a one-sided conversation inside her, perhaps she’d have a little more before dinner, but whether she decided to or not, she was looking forwards to being able to sit properly while eating, that was for sure.

V

The next morning, Gemma was put through the same shower and reinsertion that Hailey had went through after her own rectal residency. However, the reinsertion part was delayed, Varis unexpectedly rebirthing Hailey to join them in the shower, leaving her belly flat for the first time in weeks.

It seemed she had one last bit of conditioning to try with them both together before she returned them to the womb.

“Okay girls, I want you to look out of this window, and imagine walking around outside.”

They looked uncertainly at each other, before nodding. Varis got onto the bed, and watched as they wobbled over to the window. They had only just peeked through the glass when their knees twitched, the toys still lodged in them clicking onto a low ‘punishment’ setting. Not enough to hurt, just a tense discomfort in the pits of their bellies as muscles were made to contract. Hailey turned to Varis for an explanation, the electricity being replaced with a soft buzz that soothed her insides as she looked at the woman, but was cut off before she even said anything.

“Keep looking! I’ll give you a second chance but you should know by now that disobeying me will be far worse than the simple discomfort of being outside!”

Hailey looked back outside, a cramping ache building again as she stared through the pane. Her eyes didn’t seem to want to acclimatise, the sunlight stinging them completely independently of the device in her locked panties. The ivy creeping up the outside wall rustled in a breeze.

She heard Gemma whimpering, but didn’t look over.

“Alright, next, I want you to fully open the window, and keep looking out.”

As the portal opened, a cool wind rushed into the room, and the pair gasped at the feeling of the sea air brushing past them like an icy sandblaster. Enduring the sting was unpleasant, but they managed, although after a moment they both realised that the electric shocks were somehow significantly less unpleasant than the smarting irritation of their bodies’ natural reaction to the outdoor air.

“Okay, you can close the window now, and then face me immediately.”

Almost slamming it shut, they turned away from the outside and were flooded with sickening relief at the sight of Varis reclining and waiting for them, the uncomfortable twinge changing to low vibrations that filled them with fuzzy warmth.

“Thank you for playing along with this, ah, exercise. You’re both shivering up a storm now though, and I know where you can warm up~” She spread her legs, and without thinking, both girls stepped towards the comfort she promised. Hailey went first, teasing the eager lips apart and pushing into the tight tunnel they hid, moaning in tandem with Varis as the vibrations ramped up the more progress she made. The deeper she got, the better it felt, both from relief from the discomfort of the outside world, and from the pleasure Varis was cultivating in her with the thrumming toy and her familiarly soft, pulsing walls.

Gemma rubbed the shifting bulge as Hailey squirmed, the buzzing got stronger the more she touched it, and she pressed herself closer in an unconscious desire to feel better. Varis pushed her away briefly, reducing the vibe’s power appropriately before guiding her between her legs to where Hailey’s feet still protruded. Gemma got a last glimpse of the woman’s face before it was obscured by her growing gut, flushed red and groaning with ecstasy, holding herself back by the skin of her teeth from cumming before she had them both back where they belonged. The sensation of being stretched and filled was obviously far more intense than the relatively simple satisfaction of carrying the two of them after acclimatising to their presence.

Holding onto Hailey’s ankle, Gemma pushed in next, Varis’ hips bucking around her as she forced her way into the comforting warmth. It was as unbelievably tight as ever, and yet even with the walls of muscle rippling around her, the soft slippery flesh felt so good compared to her entire outside experience she hardly hesitated as she imprisoned herself.

At last her kicking legs were pulled in after her, and Varis finally hit her climax, almost screaming in her euphoria as her body spasmed. The aphrodisiac nectar of her womb drenched the pair, coating them head to toe even as the vibrators rumbled incessantly inside of them. The skin-tight layers wrapped around them showed off their forms in detail, the imprints of hands, breasts and other bodyparts stretching outwards, faces smushed into the inner walls to show their expressions as they were brought to overwhelming climaxes even as Varis’ own crushed down upon them.

Over the next few minutes, Varis slowly calmed down, but refused to turn down the toys, setting them instead to a randomly rising and falling cycle to constantly stimulate the girls without letting them get used to it. It wasn’t long before she felt them both shuddering again, unable to stop, crying out as the womb’s fluids allowed them to surpass their refractory periods and they were forced to ever heightening peaks and agonisingly held there.

The shapes of them thrashed helplessly as Varis heaved herself up. She could feel the inaudible thrum of their voices, and briefly put on her stethoscope to listen in.

“Too-oo-oo mu-u-u-uch!!”

“Goo-oo-d, bu-t maaaake it sto-o-op!!”

“V-V-V-V-Varriiiis! Caannn’t thiiiIINK!!!”

Taking the hearing-aid off again, Varis was back in the quiet of her room, undisturbed even as a face stretched upwards between her breasts, mouth open in a muffled wail before the elastic flesh pulled it under again.

“This should get you really acclimatised, I think.” She said. Mostly to herself; she doubted they could understand her too well right now, and pulled out of a drawer her trusty corset. “I’ll keep you like that for… eh, an hour? Two? Two.”

Tightening the garment around her massive middle, the detailed bulges she delighted in seeing but were unfortunately harder to explain were compacted down. The rising pressure balled the spasming girls up tight, squashing them closer to her body until her belly was smooth-ish, and only slightly unnaturally huge for a woman her size.

“Or, you know,” she stuffed the stethoscope into her handbag as an afterthought, “whenever you pass out or stop burbling. We’ll see how coherent you are. I meanwhile, have a bus to catch inland to go and see… Oh never mind,” she chuckled, “I doubt you care somehow.”

Three days later, Freya had been on an enjoyable few excursions to other towns, letting one of the girls at a time accompany their ‘pregnant mother’ as she sampled the local culture. They even got to eat at other restaurants as a treat for their much improved behaviour.

Aside from the occasional private evenings though, there was always one that had to stay behind inside of Varis. For the one left alone, the lack of anything other than Varis’ heartbeat to track the passage of time meant that it was surprisingly easy to let it just slip by. The juices seeping into both of them kept them sensitive to the womb’s ministrations, and the soft pressure massaging them in the constant deep heat filled them with an indefinable satisfaction that fuzzed the edges of their minds. Gemma still had difficulty shaking the niggling antsy feeling of being trapped alone in the claustrophobic chamber, but even if the belly didn’t exactly melt her troubles away, it at least felt good enough to distract her from them.

Now, and Hailey and Varis sat together on the beach near a group of people playing volleyball, with it being Gemma’s turn to stay tucked away. Beachgoers stared as usual at the ginormous pale beauty, but also wondered about the mysterious caramel-skinned girl sitting with her on their towel.

Hailey watched the sporty bunch nearby through dark sunglasses, letting her brain run on idle as she leant back against Varis’ exposed belly bump. She’d never been particularly active with her shorter, thicker stature, but after being so thoroughly acclimatised to being curled up in a ball for days on end, she wasn’t sure if she even could even jump properly anymore to reach the volleyball bouncing from one person to another. The only benefit she’d seen was in flexibility, able to be folded up in ways that would make a yoga instructor jealous. Wearing a modest shirt and shorts, she shivered slightly despite the sun, and pressed more up against the large swell behind her. A larger part of her than she was happy admitting wanted to cut her outdoor time short and be back inside already. She’d tried wearing more insulation, but it seemed like the more clothing she put on the more it scratched at her sensitised skin. Not that it damaged her, it just felt like being mummified with sandpaper.

No, aside from the bare clothing essentials, (including the chastity belt, strangely,) the only thing it wasn’t uncomfortable to be wrapped in now was bare skin, or Varis’ insides. Holding out for some nebulous future involving a miraculous rescue or escape was all well and good, but tonight at least her return to acting as Varis’ womb-filler was basically inevitable, and at least she wouldn’t be cold… Or scratchy.

Or, worryingly, feeling an unusual sort of emptiness that she and Gemma had only noticed growing after they’d each spent most of a day outside Varis’ belly…

The ‘punishment’ function of the toys had been used a few more times in the same way as the first round of conditioning at the window. With repetition, their bodies started experiencing the discomfort naturally when thinking about wandering around alone outside, sometimes just upon looking away from Varis. Meanwhile, the vibrating function humming simultaneously against her g-spot and clit was now so firmly associated in her mind with Varis’ insides that she could feel phantom shivers of pleasure just thinking about them. Finally, being oversaturated in ecstasy for so much of the time spent inside Varis had slowly adjusted their baseline for comfort as their bodies tried to acclimatise, until being outside and lacking the womb’s constant touch caused some sort of withdrawal. They weren’t fully aware of why, but they had both felt the nagging sense that something was missing, and it felt wrong somehow until they allowed themselves to be packed away again.

A volleyball broke her train of thought with a start as it thudded into the sand next to her.

Looking up, she saw a lithe young woman with bright pink hair jogging over to them.

“Sorry about tha- oh, Freya!” The tomboy suddenly seemed slightly shy, “Nice to see you again, haven’t seen you around in a little while.” She picked up the ball and hesitated, before chucking it back to the other players, calling over to them, “Tag out! Carry on without me for bit, yeah?”

Varis quirked an eyebrow, but smiled appreciatively.

“I don’t think I need help with the sunscreen this time, I’ve got help with that already…”

“Ahaha, no I- just felt like chatting, um…”

“Well sit down then if you’re going to then.” Varis patted the sand to her side opposite Hailey, and eyed the woman thoughtfully for a moment as she sat a respectful distance away. “… Heh, I can see you looking you know. It’s alright, I might not need you to lotion me up but you can still rub my belly if you want.”

Blushing, she nevertheless scooched closer before timidly putting her hands on the dome of skin.

“Hi,” she said awkwardly as she looked up across the tummy, “My name’s Danielle.”

“Hailey.”

“Well, nice to meet you Hailey. I don’t think I’ve seen you around before, did you come with Freya on her holiday, or did you meet her after she got here like me?”

“The first one. She’s my teach-”

“Mother.”

“-er, mother, yes. She’s my mum.”

Danielle looked slightly taken aback.

“Your… teacher-mother?”

“Well, I am her mother, but I taught her in school too, and it’s the type of job it’s hard not to bring home with you~” Hailey cringed internally, “And I’ve enjoyed seeing how much she’s learned from me…”

“Oh wow, I didn’t realise you had any kids, especially not- I mean you look so young- I mean-”

Varis kindly saved the flustered woman from herself with a wink, “I’ll take that compliment, thank you. I actually have two, both girls. They’re, uh, half-sisters, but you wouldn’t know it they look so different.”

Danielle lightly boggled again, looking between the pale and caramel faces looking back at her, “Really?”

Varis looked at Hailey expectantly.

“… Yeah, she’s a redhead. Bit paler than mum.”

“Huh, cool! So are either of their dads here too?” Danielle probed unsubtly.

“No no, I’m separated. It’s just the three of us.”

“Oh?” She perked up, then paused as a thought occurred to her. “Is your other daughter in town somewhere too then?”

Varis chuckled, “Yeah she is; she’s closer than you think.”

Hailey stared at her incredulously.

“In fact… Well, first, are you enjoying stroking my belly?”

Danielle’s face went pinker than her hair as the circular rubbing motions she’d been making stopped in their tracks.

“Because I remember how, ah, intent on it you were when you were doing my sun cream when we first met. Do you like pregnant ladies, or am I a special case?”

“I’m… uh, straight, I- I think.” Danielle squeaked.

“Possibly the latter then,” Varis winked, “no shame in that if it is! Maybe it’s just because I’m such so BIG like this~ My tummy’s almost as big as you are! No wonder you’re fascinated…”

Both the girls gaped at her, though neither actually stopped touching her.

“What… does this have to do with your other daughter?”

Grinning, Varis spoke, “Gemma? Gemma can you swivel round for us?” Unseen, she snuck a hand down to her phone to give a brief burst of motivation, and her belly started to shift under Danielle’s fingers.

“What the…” Danielle yipped as a handprint stretched the surface of Varis’ middle from the inside, and the woman giggled innocently.

“Come on, do better than that. I’m trying to show you off here!”

Gemma had been facing inwards, the curve of her back masking the shape of Varis’ unnatural filling, but now she twisted to face outwards, more detailed shapes pressing outwards through the layers confining her.

“Whoa…” Danielle murmured.

An imprint of Gemma’s face bulged outwards, her mouth closed and expression unreadable under the tight flesh, and Danielle stared, hypnotised for a long moment until she realised that a hand that had been stroking the belly was now effectively groping the curve of one of Gemma’s breasts through the skin. She yanked it away, embarrassed. Varis tensed, squeezing her middle and subtly pinning Gemma in this position with an inaudible moan. Her front stayed clearly visible with her handprints protruding near her sides, rising and sinking, shifting slightly as they roved the inside of the abdomen.

“So yeah, that’s where my other daughter is.”

“In… Inside you? How?”

“That’s right. I unbirth them to carry them around. These two are rather sensitive to a lot of things, so they’re actually more comfortable inside than outside a lot of the time. It can be very relaxing inside me, I’m told.”

“And- And you’re both… fine, with this?” Danielle asked Hailey incredulously.

“She’s… not exactly said anything wrong.” Hailey forced out, feeling Varis’ eyes burning into the side of her head. “It took some… getting used to, but once we did it can be really quite enjoyable inside of her. Super soft, and warm, kinda being carried away from your worries, it feels like it’s even better than outside sometimes, ehehe…”

“You see? We’ve been living with this arrangement for a while now, we’re very happy with it. And I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t enjoyed some benefits too…” She adjusted the strap of her bikini top, pointedly hefting one voluptuous breast, “Would you believe that I had both of them inside of me when we first met?”

Danielle looked at Hailey again for confirmation, who nodded.

“But- But how?! You were big but, two people?!”

Varis nodded sagely, “You can pack them away quite effectively if you know what you’re doing.”

“And you say it’s… enjoyable?” She glanced between the supposed mother and daughter, looking unsure if she should be perturbed or not.

“There’s a deep satisfaction in it I’d say, for all of us. It feels… right. A really special bond. Nothing inappropriate, of course. Although…” she leaned in conspiratorially, lowering her voice, “If you try it with a partner, it can be all kinds of fun for both of you~” She said with a wink, and leant back again, “Or so I’m told…”

Hailey physically couldn’t bring herself to say anything that might call Varis out on this, instead sitting with a tight smile, hoping that Danielle would somehow sense the sheer audacity of the falsehood. She must have just been wearing the same amount of awkwardness as was normal for a young woman listening to their mother talking about sex however, as Danielle apparently noticed nothing amiss. In fact as the uncertainty left her she looked vaguely intrigued, blushing lightly as she brought her knees up to her chest, seemingly unthinkingly curling up in a shape similar to the lumpy orb in front of her.

Casual chatter filled the next hour or so, during which another couple of the volleyball players came over to socialise alongside the pink-haired member of their group. Marvelling at the shapes Gemma made beneath the surface, not one of them failed to accept Varis’ explanation after she revealed the identity of her belly’s contents. With her permission, they even felt up the “pregnant” orb and, after getting over their awe at the sight, lightly teased the “momma’s girl” inside, prodding and lightly stroking her through the encapsulating flesh, much to Varis’ amusement.

Only Hailey noticed her hand sneak into her bag again, and felt a buzzing warmth spread through her as her vibrator quietly activated. The athletic group largely ignored her in favour of talking to the massive MILF in their midst, leaving Hailey to sit quietly, feeling the pleasure gently throb in response to watching them pampering Varis’ taut middle. By the way Gemma twitched beneath their oblivious hands, she was quite sure that she was being ‘rewarded’ for her co-operation in much the same way.

Over the past few weeks, Hailey had heard countless unaware observers passing her and Gemma by, oblivious to their presence and therefore unable to help them escape Varis’ clutches. Watching complete strangers discover that Varis was carrying a literal person around inside her and still not feeling anything was wrong however was a special kind of disheartening, and she felt the hope for a rescue dwindle a little more.

Eventually though, Varis decided it was time to head back into town again, packing up and cheerfully trading phone numbers with Danielle at the punkish girl’s shy request. Clothing some of the skin not covered by her bikini before leaving the beach, she stretched a thin white sundress over herself, which hung off her protruding abdomen like a curtain while still hugging it tightly enough for Gemma to be clearly visible.

She was obviously feeling more confident about revealing the girls’ presence after her success at the beach, albeit not their true relationship, which turned out to be justified. Gazes ranging from curious to mildly startled followed her, but it was like walking into a restricted area with a ladder and hi-vis vest; just acting like you were supposed to be there somehow convinced every observer that that was the case. Strut along as if the humanoid bulges were completely normal, and suddenly the girl curled up in her belly was merely intriguing rather than cause for alarm. She couldn’t be in any danger or distress after all, otherwise why was everyone else so calm?

Walking past a touristy knick-knack shop, Varis stopped.

“Oh, that’s a thought; I should get some postcards…”

“You have people to send cards to?”

“I have a life outside of you two, Hailey.” Still mildly surprised, Hailey wasn’t sure how much she believed that, but nevertheless Varis continued “Actually, while we’re getting things, I’d also like a couple bottles of wine from the cornershop near that pastry place. You know the one, with the ugly yellow neon out front?”

“Um, okay?”

“They’re a bit leery about serving a preggo woman, and I’m not sure their attitude would be much better with Gemma on show. So how about this, I get my postcards, you get the wine, and we can meet up at the market square near the hotel?”

“You want me to go off… on my own?”

“It’s only a quick errand, but you can think of it as a trust exercise. I’m going to trust you not to run off or try anything stupid, because you know the consequences if you do.” Rubbing her stomach, she pushed firmly down on Gemma’s head, the bulge of her face sinking too deep to see for a moment with a muffled, inaudible whimper before she allowed it to surface again. “And you can trust me when I say that I will know if you do. It’s like I told those lovely people earlier, we share such a… special bond now~” Hailey shuddered involuntarily.

“Besides, it saves me having to crush this bump down with my corset until I can hide it under baggy clothes, which I’m sure you would both appreciate. Try not to look so nervous, just be sensible, and you’ll feel so much better when you get back to me.”

Hailey gulped, but nodded. Varis rummaged about in her handbag for a bit, fiddling with things unseen before pulling a few notes and her phone out and handing it to her.

“Here, take this with you, there’s cash in the main compartment. Two bottles, any wine should be fine so long as it’s local and not bottom shelf. No rosés.”

“O-okay, got it, I’ll… go and get that. They won’t ask for I.D.?”

“Eh, you’re old enough, and this is the Mediterranean; red wine is basically part of the food pyramid. So long as you don’t look twelve years old or just plain shady it’s unusual to get checked. I came here on a school trip once when I was 15 and they served the lot of us.”

“Ah, well alright then…”

“Wait, look at me. Hailey? Look at me.” Varis’ gaze skewered her in place, before she spoke, her voice low and uncompromising, “Do NOT try to get help, do NOT try to run off. Get the wine, and wait in the market square.”

Hailey released a breath she didn’t realise she’d been holding.

“… Understood.”

Knees wobbling with frustrating weakness but able to walk at least, Hailey turned away from Varis, who headed into the souvenir shop. She looked back after a few steps, convinced that after keeping such a close eye on them for so long, Varis must be following her at a distance. But no, there she was, visible through the store window looking between her phone and a set of cards, paying no attention to Hailey at all. Was she that confident that she wouldn’t try anything because she ordered her? … Was she right? Could she try anything?

She started the walk towards her destination a few streets away.

Notes could theoretically work, but practically they were apparently liable to find their way into Varis’ hands, and Hailey felt her insides clench at the thought of what could happen if one somehow got found a second time. Maybe she could just go up to someone in this town and tell-

Her insides gave a nauseating squeeze as she considered the escape attempt. She groaned, her body revolting, hugging herself. It wasn’t the vibe’s shock setting, it was too different, and unless Varis was setting it off randomly with incredible timing, there was no way she could have triggered it in response to a thought that never even left Hailey’s head.

Right, so rebellious thoughts were actually painful, that was… worrying, but there wasn’t much she could do about that now. Just need to get the wine.

With each step further from Varis she took though, she felt a sort of hollowness chipping away inside her, a growing feeling that something was missing. By the time she got to the corner shop the strange withdrawal symptoms had her in a cold sweat. She grabbed the requested bottles, paid for them as stoically as possible, and headed towards her rendezvous. She needed to do something to escape this need eating her up inside. This need for warmth, for closeness, for something to fill the yawning absence of pleasure, for-

She stumbled into the market square.

-For Varis…

Her breath hitched as she realised what precisely her body was after and how badly she was craving it.

Ducking into an alley, she scanned the square, but Varis was nowhere in sight. Alone in the narrow walkway she pressed her back against the wall, sliding down it to hug her knees, hidden by discarded cardboard boxes.

Deep, calming breaths, she didn’t need to go back that urgently, no matter what her body was telling her. She wasn’t running away either, just, taking a breather before going back to… to the inevitable. Out of sight of the square, she took advantage of the moment of privacy. If she could find a safe moment like this, beyond Varis’ grasp for however short a time it was, then somehow at some point she could-!

Footsteps clapped against the stone path. No, that couldn’t be. She’d been nowhere in sight! How could she possibly zero in on the single secluded spot Hailey was holed up in?! Down the alley came…

“Hello Hailey.”

“… Hi Miss Varis.”

“… What are you doing?”

“I’m, ah, the crowd was a bit overwhelming, I just thought I’d rest my legs in here for a sec…” Varis looked pointedly at the sparsely populated square, her belly swinging as she turned. Hailey felt her discomfort begin to melt away just by being in its presence.

“Well… good thing I found you before it gets any busier.”

“Yeah, I guess… How did you find me?”

“Oh, it really is just like I said earlier at the beach. We three share a special bond now; I’m just drawn to you, no matter where you go! Don’t you feel the same way, even a little? A sort of unconscious pull towards me?”

Hailey whined in defeat, her last iota of hope crumbling away. Even if she could get away for a moment, there was never really a chance that she might escape…

“Aww, baby. Let’s go, the hotel’s not far.”

“Okay…” she mumbled, Varis helping her to her feet and taking her handbag back.

Varis smiled as she walked behind the demoralised girl. Pulling the smartphone from her pocket, she hung up on the lengthy call she’d started just before giving Hailey her handbag and with it, an old pay-as-you-go flip phone concealed in a side pocket in case of emergencies. She may not have been watching Hailey directly, but she could still listen in to make sure she didn’t say anything, and by tracking the flip phone’s GPS there was nowhere she could go and not be found.

Fully accepting of that there would be no avoiding her destination, Hailey couldn’t see the point in resisting the attraction ingrained in her mind. She couldn’t escape, but the addicting pleasure she couldn’t bear to go without was waiting patiently for her to give herself to it. Varis didn’t even have to prompt her that evening for her to ask to be pushed back inside.

The last week of Varis’ vacation passed in a blur for the two girls. Mostly they were wrapped up under layers of soft flesh, held tight with time and rational thoughts becoming hazy as the unending massage submerged them in warm contentment, when it wasn’t actively wracking their bodies with mind-eroding ecstasy. Or they were outside, never straying far from the belly holding their curled-up companion, its proximity giving minor relief from the urge to be inside as they waited to satisfy the desire to return to it.

Ironically, making them wait to resume their roles as womb-fillers only made their need grow stronger. They didn’t even need the extra “persuasion” of the chastity belts anymore, their bodies’ innate reactions now trained into them; Varis was just using the classic tactic of making them want what they couldn’t have. Their reactivity was only reinforced by allowing them to remove the armoured underwear, as their reclaimed ability to indulge themselves of their own volition was something to look forward to and felt all the better once they were packed away.

Unafraid to show off the imprints of her “children”, Varis was asked about the contorted shapes on display by the occasional curious tourist or more rarely a local, and always reassured them that it was just her daughters “bonding”. It was just so enjoyable relaxing in there that of course they wanted to be carried around by mommy. To prove it, if both were too muffled to hear, then Varis would get them to kick a response to being asked if they were alright. If there was only one inside her though, then the other would be coerced into insisting how much she liked being inside, and it wouldn’t even be a lie. Not entirely. After their training, they somehow couldn’t bring themselves to give voice to the desire to live as more than thoughtless womb-fillers, and though some inquirers went away thinking there was such a thing as being too close with family, none would guess how much the pair were yearning for freedom from Varis’ hold.

On the final day before Varis would be returning home, they were in a different town, having stayed the night in another hotel closer to the airport they’d be flying from. As a special treat before they got ready for the flight, Varis had let both of them come to breakfast with her, a last taste of the Mediterranean before they resumed tasting barely anything but her.

“Ahh, delicious! That was good, wasn’t it?”

Both girls nodded, pleasantly full despite their smaller plates due to their diminished appetites.

“I’m just going to vanish to the bathroom very quickly, I’ll be back in a minute or two.”

Leaving her handbag on the table she strode off, leaving the pair alone together in the dining hall.

Both of them. Alone. Unsupervised.

Neither of them being held as a hostage for the other…

They didn’t say anything at first.

“Could we… leave?” Gemma hazarded, wincing.

Hailey mirrored her pained look, an ache growing in her belly as Varis left her sight.

“Where could we go? We’re abroad with no money, no papers, I can… barely jog.”

“Nngh… me neither. Doubt anyone would help us, if they even believed us… Could we call someone? Like, our parents, or the police?”

“And say what? We’ve been kidnapped somewhere, and are about to leave the country for somewhere else? Then hope they can work out where we are before Varis catches up with us?”

“Maybe if we find a phone, call them to let them know what happened, and then come back here before she realises we’re gone?”

Hailey looked at her glumly.

“… I guess not. She’d find out somehow… Or find us, and do something else terrible to punish us…” Gemma sniffed as she put her head in her hands, “Oh God, we’re never going to get away…”

“Hey now, it’s not too bad, maybe we can try another time. A better time, I mean, look at the weather!” She indicated the uncharacteristically grey sky through a window with forced levity, “Way too crappy to be running off anywhere, right?”

A shiver ran through the pair. Even when sunny it still felt cold to them. Fully acclimatised to the deep warmth of Varis’ belly, the outside world was just unable to compete with it, and they both felt insidious parts of themselves missing it already. They thought about the possibilities as their window for escape ticked ever narrower, while the self-destructive impulse to give up kept growing stronger until their willpower reached a breaking point.

“Yeah, I… kind of… don’t want to go anywhere… Right now, I mean.” Gemma admitted.

“Me… Me neither. We can always try again later, right?” Hailey tried not to think about the significantly colder weather they’d be flying back to soon, or the slew of other obstacles, “If she did this for good behaviour, then we just need to keep doing what she says, and… something might come up. Least it’s comfy in the meantime.”

Varis reappeared, looking pleased by the sight of them.

“Hope it wasn’t too uncomfortable waiting for me, time to go. I need make sure everything is packed, and I’ve only got the one ticket so that includes you two. That said, I’ve had an idea I think you might appreciate.”

Gemma and Hailey shared an uncertain glance, and followed Varis back to the privacy of their room.

They disrobed without needing to be told as Varis locked the door, sitting side by side on the bed and feeling their netherlips moisten slightly in anticipation upon seeing Varis stripping nude too.

“Now girls, I want you to know just how much I appreciate having you two inside me,” she purred, sauntering closer, “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this but I’ve had this craving for fullness since before I met you, back when… well, it was after splitting with an ex, it’s not really important, but what is important is that without someone filling me up properly, I didn’t feel whole. Do you know what I mean?”

The pull they felt towards her pudgy midriff was almost magnetic. Yes, they could empathise.

“It was this emptiness that I just couldn’t shake, and you two… oh, you two, unbirthing you filled me up and left me satisfied in ways I’d forgotten I could BE satisfied! So now, I’d like to give you a little taste of just how good you’ve been to me~ Lie back against the headboard, Hailey, and Gemma, start eating her out.”

Gemma felt a twinge of concern at how quickly they did as they were told, their bodies moving almost unconsciously to obey Varis. Nevertheless she began tonguing at the soft lips, passionately teasing the hardening nub and setting Hailey’s entrance quivering.

Her legs spread apart, Hailey panted, moaning as her lower half gyrated. Gripping one of the caramel thighs by her face with one hand, Gemma’s other found its way to her own slit, toying with herself with her butt raised upon her knees. She felt Varis’ rubbing a hand unexpectedly but not objectionably up her back. Her mind somewhat dopy with arousal, she wasn’t quite clear on what the woman had in mind, but she was enjoying the intimacy with Hailey while Varis was at least slightly less involved than usual.

Quickly approaching climax, Hailey’s hips bucked fervently, her hands on Gemma’s head.

“Yees, yeesss! Just a- just little more- I’m almost-! Almos-! Ah-! Ah-!”

Hailey’s squeals of pleasure became incoherent, and her hips twitched upwards, her clit slipping free of Gemma’s mouth to grind on the bridge of her nose, while the tongue probed the pulsing entrance beneath.

“Mmmm~” Gemma moaned appreciatively, “MmmmMMPH?!” Suddenly, Varis’ hand joined Hailey’s on the back of her head and pushed, hard. There was a moment of confused resistance with her face pinned against the soaked slit, when the tunnel slowly began to open wider in an incredibly familiar manner. It was more of a strain, the flesh being unused to stretching in such a way, but the pressure of Varis’ hand was unrelenting, and it gradually gave way to encompass Gemma’s face.

“Oh! Ohh! Oh fuck! Oh fu-uck!!” Hailey groaned loudly as her orgasm was suddenly intensified and extended.

Gemma’s eyes were wide. They were hardly strangers to be shoving inside of someone by now, but she’d never have guessed that either of them might be capable of being on the other end! With Hailey’s cries of ecstasy ringing in her ears though, she was still horny herself, and she had been expecting the inside of a womb at some point, so she went with the flow and pressed on as the tunnel crested over her eyes.

Schlup

Hailey squeaked and went quiet, staring unseeing at the ceiling with her mouth gaping open, the breath driven from her lungs as Gemma’s whole head popped inside if her.

It was a tighter fit than she’d ever felt herself being forced apart by, she could almost imagine her pelvis creaking but still her cervix teased open as Gemma reached new depths she didn’t realise she could feel. Gemma meanwhile had her hands brought up to her chest by Varis, the stubborn muscles of the opening accepting her fingers as they slipped inside.

Her forearms actually helped spread the entrance wide enough to allow her shoulders, which were thrust in following a hearty shove to her backside. Then her backside felt something else as a silicone tip penetrated her nethers, making her moan as Varis eased the purple dildo into Gemma’s pussy.

Bringing her own naked groin closer, she inserted the other end into herself with a pleased croon, manoeuvring until the dildo was deep enough in them both that her vulva was flush with Gemma’s, scissoring the essentially blindfolded girl as she herself was inserted headfirst into Hailey. Holding onto Hailey’s legs, Varis began to slap her rear against Gemma’s, fucking them both with the purple rod while each impact forced the redheaded “dildo” a little deeper.

From Gemma’s perspective, the walls were tighter around her than Varis’ more experienced musculature, though once her head passed the threshold of the womb she could still breathe in the life-giving organ of course, and the unique scent of Hailey’s pheromone-laden secretions filled her brain as the length of silicone pounded away at her from behind. With her hands pinned, she was defenceless against the pistoning motion, the girthy friction and the feeling of sensitive breasts being dragged through the tight, slick orifice making her gasp and grunt inaudibly beneath Hailey’s skin. Skin that reluctantly distended as it was pulled taut by the expanding shape of her upper body.

Grinding on Gemma’s butt, Varis bottomed the dildo out in the girl and there was a muffled wail as she came inside her lover, her legs and exposed buttocks twitching uncontrollably. Varis extracted herself from between the limbs, letting the elastic force of the pussy pin them together as it crept over the curve of her butt, disappearing into Hailey along with the dildo still lodged in her pink folds.

Hailey’s mind was a confused mess of sensation, unable to properly take in what she was, well, taking in. Burning up, she felt heavy, intensely full, and had time to gasp a few shallow breaths before Varis shoved at Gemma’s thighs, Hailey’s bloated belly swelling and shifting with a rapturous yell as Gemma flipped around inside.

“You see? I told you it felt good! Almost too good to believe, isn’t it?”

Hailey’s entire body quaked like it was touching an electric fence, her eyes rolling in their sockets, “AhGh! Gh!”

“And you too Gemma, make sure you’re getting the most out of it too!” Varis almost laughed.

Gemma had already been pumping the dildo in and out of herself from the moment she could reach it again, her other hand furiously massaging her clit. Again though, it was like her body obeyed Varis’ voice without consulting Gemma first, and she shot suddenly to a climax that had her wailing into the walls smothering her face.

Gulping in the humid air, she wheezed as the walls clenched around her, stretched to their limit but with more of her still to go. The surrounding flesh was soft but unbelievably tight, squeezing into every crack of space. She could hardly tell where she ended and Hailey began. Gathering her wits, she called out.

“H-Hey, Hai- fuck, Hailey?! You okay?!”

A grunting groan echoed around her as Varis inched her thighs through the vulva, the stretched orifice having to strain less as Gemma’s body tapered.

Hailey seemed to regain some lucidity.

“Nnggh~! ’sg… ’sgoooood…!”

Heels dug into the soles of Gemma’s feet.

Maybe not.

“H-Hailey! Hailey?! Can you hear me?!”

No response except to be folded up a little tighter as her knees slipped inwards and pressed up against her chest.

Gemma started to squirm, gently at first so as not to hurt Hailey, but every strained movement only seemed to spur the newly-awakened predator on, and she intensified her calls. The fire of Hailey’s receding orgasm was rekindled as shouts vibrated through her core and hands slithered against her insides, imprints clearly showing them as they moved with difficulty through the potential space between her lover’s body and the taut layers encapsulating her.

The pulsing massage felt as sensual as ever to Gemma’s sensitised skin, and the dildo was still buried to the hilt in her, grinding against her g-spot and stoking her fire despite herself, but the thought of how isolated being inside Hailey would actually be had fanned the flames of fear to burn far brighter. She’d been terrified of being left alone inside of Varis should Hailey try something that caused Varis to vanish into the wind, and the claustrophobia had surged back to the fore.

Technically Hailey was all around her, but with Gemma too muffled to hear and Hailey too overwhelmed to try to understand her, Gemma may as well be the only person left in her tiny prison. How long would this be for? Was this just a demonstration to be ended before the flight? After? The world outside of Varis was already somewhat muted, if Varis was going to keep them inside her still like this, would Gemma still be able to hear anything at all? Or was she going to be deprived of hearing as well as sight?

It was a special kind of cruelty to twist the intimacy between them, bringing them so close that they physically couldn’t leave each other behind, yet unable to communicate. To have one she cared about be the one to entrap her.

Varis watched with some amusement as the kicking feet were prodded and pulled deeper.

As expected Hailey was responding overwhelmingly positively to the sensation, nearly frothing at the mouth as she was stuffed to the absolute brim.

With a last helpful push up to the wrist from Varis, the toes were shoved out of sight, and she felt with her fingertips as the overworked cervix inched closed to seal shut behind the massive intruder it had so strenuously allowed passage.

Caught at a slightly awkward angle, Gemma tumbled into a more stable position with her head bulging from the lower half of the belly. Hailey’s abdomen snapped closer to her body to hold her in place.

Contrary to the wider-set girl’s ecstasy-addled reaction, it seemed Gemma was having some second thoughts about the experience, her face smooshing through the drum-tight skin in profile. Varis could see her jaw working silently as she screamed into her lover’s flesh, begging helplessly for either of them to answer her questions. She wouldn’t get any from her at least, and stuck in that position with her expression out of Hailey’s sight on the lower hemisphere of her gut, it may be a while before she got any at all. Gemma would just have to pray the love-drunk Hailey would sober up enough to try communicating properly.

Varis hoped this wasn’t undoing too much of her training, but as she rubbed the swell of the butt-cheeks towards Hailey’s head, noting the bump of the dildo still buried between them, she felt the encased body quiver at her touch. Shouldn’t be much of an issue, it seemed.

Her head buzzing, Hailey looked down at her middle in a dazed awe. While she of course knew what was technically possible after witnessing Varis first-hand, her belly was distended past any limits she thought herself to have. She could see the lewd bulge of Gemma’s rear and dildo pointed towards her, and casually played with it a little, teasing the spot where the girl’s pretty pink flower must be wrapped around the silicone girth. There was a burst of pleasure as Gemma squirmed slightly and the low vibration of a voice thrummed through her. She wasn’t quite sure what had been said, but given context it was… probably an approving moan? No wonder Varis needed that stethoscope.

She gave an experimental push, but her massively overstretched muscles cramped up, mildly sore and too tired to shift anything.

“Sshoo fuulll~” She slurred with a giggle. “Gonna take a while to acc- acclimatise to this…” Wrapping her arms around her twitching belly she hugged the bulge, stroking Gemma’s back.

Lying there feeling the slowly squirming weight, she could almost understand why Varis did what she did, though she’d never stoop to doing this with someone who didn’t want it, she told herself.

She realised she’d been spacing out, lost in the satisfying fullness, and she’d entirely failed to notice the warm wetness that was already creeping past her hips. Her ears were still ringing, but even so she could hear Varis’ hard, grunting groans as she forced herself to stretch wider, her pink lips going pale with the strain of accommodating both girls’ passage at once. The pressure on Hailey’s packed middle amplified as Varis’ pussy fought up to the widest point, prompting a slew of short, incomprehensible words from Gemma. Alongside the sweet aphrodisiac fluids dousing her already-stimulated privates, the vibrations fuzzed Hailey’s brain and removed any thought of resistance. Unseen by either pred, the imprint of Gemma’s pleading face was the first to be covered.

Varis slid over the dome of Hailey’s belly and quickly down the narrowing slope, reducing the burden on her vagina as her more experienced womb stretched to take the load. The speed at which Hailey was hurried through the entrance though proved to be too much for Varis, the sudden rush of skin against her inner walls making her cry out in the sheer ecstasy. In her orgasm her pulsing walls rapidly sucked the rest of Hailey inwards, the dopy half-grin vanishing and being followed by her lolling arms, the limp fingers slipping inside last before the drenched lips closed over them.

Panting, Varis waited for her hips to stop their uncontrolled twitching.

Looking down, she could see the shape of Hailey curled affectionately around the significantly less distinct shape of Gemma, entirely lost under two layers of flesh.

That was… ffffucking amazing~

It was also a more difficult endeavour to manage both of them at the same time, if she hadn’t been distracted by how good the tautness just shy of the edge of pain had felt, she might have self-sabotaged herself thinking it to be impossible. She felt a slight, unresponsive stiffness in some of her overworked muscles. Good thing she was planning on keeping the girls around for the flight, it seemed a good idea to let herself recover a little before trying to extract them.

Speaking of, she needed a shower, and the specifically ONE-person ticket might not be so easily accepted with Hailey so visible, so she’d probably need the extra pressure of the corset to smooth herself down. Perhaps she’d wait to see if Hailey could remove her new womb-filler herself before trying to push out the two fully-grown girls at once again. The corset would probably make it impossible, but maybe after it had come off again? If not… eh, she could wait.

Hailey breathed slowly in the humid atmosphere, filled with pleasure from the walls grinding down on her and emanating from her stuffed insides. It made it rather tricky to string coherent thoughts together, but she was just about managing. After the pattering raindrop white noise of a shower, she heard Varis notify her offhand about the need for of the corset, and made a slightly put-out face before alerting Gemma to the imminent spike in pressure.

There was a deeply enjoyable squirming sensation, and a muffled string of vibrations that thrummed sinfully through her core.

“Yeah, it sucks, but, nothing we haven’t dealt with before, right? Hngh, gettin’ tight-” she oofed as Varis’ specialist bodice clamped down on them, “Mmm, guess I’m getting used to it, still cramped but feels weirdly nice… though maybe it’s just ‘cuz I’m feeling loopy with you in me, heehee! I still can’t believe it… Ah, oh no!” she interjected without much real alarm, “It must even tighter in there for you! Sorry, I hope it still feels good at least, it is me around you this time~ But still, I… don’t know if I can push you back out while the corset’s squeezing us, I’ll try when it’s off but it’s still gonna be kinda awkward in here so I’m not sure I’ll be able to… We might have t- mmm… have to wait until Varis pushes us out again so she can help. You’ll be okay if I’m not strong enough to get you out immediately, right?”

Idly stroking her stomach, her hand found the relatively firmer bulge of the dildo and pressed on it unthinkingly.

Hnn-! HHGHLHHY!!

“Oh good,” Hailey said dreamily, closing her eyes as she fidgeted with the hard nub, bouncing it under her fingers.

“H-HAILEY!!” Buried under the mountain of pressure, Gemma wanted to thrash but her body was held too tight to even move her arms properly to search for the seemingly non-existent pinhole that had been her exit. Everything felt more intense; the darkness, the heat, the fear of being trapped… the massage of taut, rippling muscles, and the dildo being languidly made to penetrate her. She tried to force it out of herself, but the walls covering her blocked its exit and elastically pushed it back into her. It felt like the throbbing chamber was pushing it rhythmically deeper too, the item sliding slowly but unceasingly in and out of her.

Reaching a bursting point, she sucked in what air she could gather and screamed as she convulsed, cumming on the still-moving item.

“F-FFUCKKNNNGHH! TOOOOMMMUUUCCH!!! HAIILEYYY-Y-Y!! HELL-L-L-P!!”

Her time being sensitised to the fluids of the womb had all but removed her refractory period, and by the time she’d emptied her lungs she was already building towards another climax. The pleasure smothered her mind like a pillow pressed over a sleeper’s face, and the part of her still clinging to rational thought felt its metaphorical heart drop as the muffled, drowsy-sounding words reached her.

“I wouldn’t mind this lasting a little longer…”