Ali and Brittany didn’t take long in the shower, both coming out looking like angels and smelling like flowers. They had showered and lotioned and dressed up for the rest of their day. I had checked through my notes while they were gone and decided to track down the answers to my questions on the girls’ diets. What did they feed the women bringing forth the next generation? Did it change them, maybe make them more docile or hornier? Could be. These women treated pregnancy so differently that they all had something different in common. It could be their diets and so that’s what I wanted to explore next. Unfortunately Brittany couldn’t come along, being so close to popping she wanted to stay at home and rest so Ali and I went out to explore the food sources in Eden.
It turns out Eden used a kind of high-tech cafeteria system. The girls would go in whenever they felt like it and input some login data. Each girl had a specific diet program, based on their personal body and pregnancy. Their meals would be brought out to them by food staff while they relaxed on whatever they wanted. There were no limits on the girls meals or calories, the dieticians figuring there was little chance of the girls being so pregnant and gaining too much weight. Some of the girls used this as an excuse to pig out, spending hours a day gorging. It was really remarkable how, even though they were all tied together through being so hugely gravid, the girls had so many choices on how to spend their days. We were in luck that there was a café close to Brittany’s house and Ali and I walked (and waddled) the few blocks.
Ali had changes out of her dirtied tank top and shorts and into a dress borrowed from Britt. It was a white button-up dress, the hemline falling just above her knees and bouncing with every step. She had finished it off with a black sash tied just above her belly and below her boobs making every curve pop out and drawing your eyes down to her bump. I don’t know what she and I were meant to be but I suppose I should note her that we walked hand-in-hand, Ali saying that her legs were still weak from so many orgasms that day. We walked slowly through the streets, admiring some of the more swollen women and the maternity clothing shops before finding the café.
Ali punched in a code to the establishment and we entered the hall. Smaller well-lit circular tables surrounded by comfortable chairs, booths and couches littered the area. Some of the tables were occupied by women focused on their meals, hugely pregnant figures made even rounder by the caloric meals they were eating. Most of the hall was empty, though. I guess it wasn’t truly a typical meal time, but I still would have guessed more women would be here. I was feeling lost here and asked Ali to see if she knew anyone here we could talk to. It was just easier at this point for me to learn from other women since my conversations with Ali tended to turn into less talking and more cumming. Ali and I walked the tables for a few minutes in search of a familiar face and finding none. All these women were smiling and happy but Ali didn’t really know any of them. Finally, as I was giving up, Ali yelled across the room “NIKKI!”.
A hazel haired beauty looked up from a sizable meal to wave back at Ali, motioning us over to join her. Her bright green eyes and dimpled smile were very pleasant and she had a body worth noticing. She was sitting splay-legged at her table in a padded booth against the wall and her huge belly reached all the way out to her knees. It must have stuck out two feet and I’m certain it was wider than her body. She could barely cover it with a t-shirt (black with a yellow “under construction” stretched over the belly, funny).
“Meet Nikki”, Ali introduced as she settled her own pregnant frame into the booth next to her friend, me next to Ali. “I was assigned to show her around the island too when she first joined Eden. This was a few months and quite a few inches ago though. How are you doing? Gonna pop?”
“No, haha, not yet. I’m still only seven months. Hard to believe, honestly, I feel like I am all belly. Seriously, I thought they eased the new girls in with a lower order multiple before they gave us a big bunch of quintuplets like this!” I choked on the water I was sipping when I found out she was knocked up with quints. More than anything else I was thinking about how big her belly would get in the next two to three months. There’s no way she’d be able to even waddle!
“They try to but you must have just been super fertile. Don’t lie though, you like it. You gotta, I know I love when my belly gets that big and full.”
“I do love it, but I don’t like having to get so big so quick. I’m already 88 inches around and that’s just not enough. That’s why I spend so much time here, I have to gain at least another 100 pounds. I’m not worried about getting too fat though, all the doctors and dieticians agree most of that weight will be baby and boobs. I don’t mind these, I have to say.” I didn’t mind her boobs either, each of them were huge and heavy and nearly as big as her head. “Still, I wish I could little things like drive, walk regularly or, say, see which pants I’m wearing.” Ali and I giggled at her joke. Nikki laughed too and I think her shirt nearly tore, as tight as it was against her pregnant body. She shifted in her seat and I couldn’t help after her joke to check out her ass to see it was a pair of sweat shorts cut like bikini panties, high up on her hips and revealing nearly everything. Her shorts looked more like a belt than anything decent.
A waiter walked by and asked Ali if she wanted something to eat. Ali did after a long day and I took this as my opportunity to use the bathroom. I left as Ali gave her code for her specialized meal and her and Nikki began whispering very closely.
Using the bathroom gave me the chance to finally inspect my own changes. My penis had absolutely grown. I wasn’t worried though. If this was my biggest problem, I’m doing ok. I finished up and composed myself to try to act professionally in front of two hot women with big bellies. I left and accidently walked straight into the kitchen across the hall. I saw men bustling about preparing complex dishes and meals. The amount of food in this kitchen was overwhelming. Some of the meals were so immense they needed two men to carry the platter out! The only thing I couldn’t place was how every dish was sprayed with some substance right before it was sent out of the kitchen. No one was looking up from their work to notice me, so I dabbed one of the cakes after it was sprayed and put the napkin in my pocket. I will test it as soon as possible for chemical agents, and I hope that gives me another piece of this pregnant puzzle.
With little left to do now in the kitchen I decided to leave before someone asked too many questions. Walking back to Nikki and Ali’s table I saw they had had a cake delivered. It was the same cake I had just tested! Those results just became even more interesting. It was a wide double-decker cake slathered with chocolate frosting and topped with ornate decorations and a large number “19”.
“Nikki, what’s with the 19? This isn’t…”
“My birthday, yep. Sweet number 19.” Nikki said through a mouthful a cake. She was attacking the desert head on, no plate just fork and mouth. Ali had cut off a portion for herself but it was clear this was Nikki’s treat. She was so young! Only 19, and already knocked up with five big babies. It was a wonder these women agreed to do this their whole lives. Why, a girl as young as Nikki could be pregnant for decades! At only 19 and apparently especially fertile she had signed herself over to be a baby factory, alternating her days between pleasure and pregnancy. She seemed happy enough at the moment, hair pulled back in a ponytail so nothing got in the way of her sweets. The wait staff had also left an impressively big can of whipped cream and Nikki sprinkled each individual bite with a dollop.
She ate and ate until the birthday cake had nearly gone, Ali pecking at it here and there but the majority going into Nikki’s tummy. With a final forkful and a satisfied sigh, Nikki finished the impressive cake and lay back rubbing her poor stomach (or at least as much as her slender hands could reach). She eventually rolled up her shirt and tucked it under her boobs to give her belly room to breath after such a meal. Ali was pretty full but Nikki had obviously capped off a full meal with a desert made for six. Well, she is eating for six. Most women didn’t take it this literally, but I wasn’t going to stop her from finding ways to grow her belly out rounder and rounder and plump her tits up until she was all belly and tits. Ali still had her playful spark and grabbed the whipped cream from the table. There wasn’t much left, but enough for her. She took a deep drag off the can before spraying a big smiley face across Nikki’s heaving belly, using her stretched skin as a pink canvas. Nikki giggled at the gesture and tasted the cream off her belly.
“Like that? I figured you’re so happy to be so pregnant you might as well show it with a big smiley face on your big belly.”
“I love it. Ugghh, I never used to eat this much. Now I feel like that’s all I do is get so stuffed. I’m lucky I don’t have big thunder thighs and a sagging ass. Don’t get me wrong, my ass is so huge right now but it still fucking rocks. Yesterday one of the waiters helped me leave after I got too full and I saw him get hard after he watched me waddle away. If I hadn’t been so full I’d have swallowed his cum right then and there. That’s the worst part about having quints at 19, I’m still not used to being massively pregnant and I have to do so much you girls just do naturally. I’ll be a pro soon, but now I don’t have any time to do other things. God I miss cock so much. I wasn’t, like, a whore before I came here but I fucking love a big cock.”
“You’ll have plenty of time to have all kinds of crazy, nasty sex, baby. Someone as sexy and round as you is gonna have no problem getting someone to love how you look,” Ali purred into Nikki’s ear, not wanting anyone else to hear but loud enough for me to hear them like an intruder. Ali noticed the whipped cream had begun to run down the slope of Nikki’s belly and was wildly distorting the once smiling face. Ali reached down a finger again to scoop and taste the cream. “This really is delicious. You know now that I think of it, it sort of looks like cum, doesn’t it? White and thick and sticky. Yep, really cummy.”
Ali leaned down and gently licked off some of the cum and Nikki shuddered in her seat and started scissoring her toned thighs together in frustration. Ali rubbed the cream around and around until Nikki’s belly was covered in a sheen of transparent white goo. It really did resemble ejaculate, and made her belly shine brightly, even in the dimly lit corner. How was Ali always this sexual? How could she turn every encounter we had into an orgy? It was unreal. She had been meant to be my guide but she had become as much my subject as anything else. She was nearly impossible to keep up with, but I hadn’t shied away from anything yet. She was definitely testing my limits.
“You know, if you really are hungry for some cock, there’s a big fat one sitting at this table with his mouth open.” For the record, I don’t think my mouth was open. I was there and Nikki smiled even deeper running her hands over her tits, around and around. Ali winked at me and went back in to lick at Nikki’s massive baby bump, lapping the cream up and making a real mess of it. I ran my hand down Ali’s bent over back and cupped her ass before she surprised me by unzipping my pants. This girl had some experience! I had been fool (or wise) enough to leave my underwear at Brittany’s, so Ali had full access to my rising cock, teasing the head of it while she teased Nikki’s sensitive bump. What a woman, always finding the erotic and being generous and unselfish with her men (namely me, in this instance).
“So what do you say, Nik? Do you want some real cum for once or what?”
“Ooooh, you have no idea how badly. Come here, stud. I need to swallow some cock right now or I’ll explode.” Nikki finally reopened her eyes and licked her lips through heavy lids. Well she already looks like she’ll pop, I better do what she says, I remember thinking. I’m amazed now at how persuasive I can be when I want to avoid how deep I am going into this world of sexual freedom.
I moved across the table to sit on her other side and lifted up enough to get in position. Nikki cooed in delight at the sight of an erect penis and reached out to hold the shaft firmly. She giggled at an idea before reaching out to grab the whipped cream canister and spraying it on the tip of my dick. I recoiled at the cool, unexpected sensation but Nikki caught me in her mouth before I could escape. I relaxed and let myself get lost in her smooth, soft technique. She tongued up and down my cock slit while rotating her mouth around my cock. She cleaned my penis of any of the sugary treat quickly before sucking deeply. She would release every few seconds to re-apply, alternating between sucking, licking and spraying whipped cream. She was really taking pride in her work while Ali sat up behind her (sitting sideways to get close enough with her belly) and kneaded her massive tits through the shirt-bra and pulled at her pointing nipples. After a few moments of tending to her needy tits, Nikki’s shirt began to darken and sag as milk flowed from her. All the while, Nikki was focused on my pleasure, my orgasm, my penis. She’d rest the canister on her belly while she sucked deeply from the head and stroked the shaft with both hands in short, rapid bursts and then squirt more cream on me, either covering the head or running a line down the shaft for lubrication. The only reason I hadn’t cum yet was the cool temperature of the cream kept backing me off.
Nikki released me from a particularly hard suck with a loud pop and rubbed my dick all over her face, trails of precum oozing out onto her cheeks and lips. I’m amazed I was about to cum for the third time in a day and still had enough hydration for precum, especially given the loads I had been dispensing.
“Cum on my face, cum all over me, I want to be covered in it. Please shoot your cum in my mouth and into my big, knocked up baby belly. Don’t you want to cum? Then shoot baby!” I had no choice, my cock had taken over my entire body and I was about to shoot my load all over Nikki while she pleaded for me to cum and stroked the cum from my balls with both hands. I shook and finally came, Nikki gasping as it hit her across her face. She lurched forward, in spite of her girth, and took me in her mouth, load after load spurting down her wet throat and into her bloated stomach. Her cheeks bulged at first but she relaxed and drank my cum with a smile. After I had finished, I slumped back and Nikki scooped the left over cum off her face and mouth and sucked it down.
“Thank you so much, I really needed that. I can masturbate all day long, and trust me I can, but after a while you just miss making someone else feel so good. God, I can still feel your cum in my stomach. Good thing I did this, I needed something for my breath,” Nikki purred. She layed back into Ali’s arms and rested her eyes again. Ali kissed the top of her head and after a minute I helped them both stand up and waddle out. Nikki’s body was even better than I had seen, her drenched shirt hanging heavily on her rotund middle. She had no stretchmarks on her teen body, her quintuplet filled belly settled into her wide, supple hips. Standing up, you really couldn’t tell if she was wearing those shorts at all, everything was on display. She managed to pull down her shirt a little to cover some of her swelling, but her meal had grown her rounder and the sticky, stretched skin had combined to make it tougher to redress. They talked for a minute while I composed myself and tried to figure out my next plan of attack. Thinking clearly was becoming difficult. I’m going to make a decision here and now; since something on this island is clearly corrupting me towards some unknown purpose, I will let myself go. That way I will find out what that purpose is, and I assume once I know that I will know the answers to the questions I can’t seem to answer in the traditional ways. It’s good for me that the way I will go is with a harem of pregnant horny girls all trying to live up to the name of their home, “Eden”.