155.1K results

It's that time of the year: Christmas. Every year I love the atmosphere, the snow and everything related to it. Despite one thing: the presents. I hate presents because most time I receive unusable gifts or just stupid things like shampoos or deodorants. Moreover is always difficult to find a gifts for everyone and from this year I have to find one for my girlfriend too; we already live together. I'm nervous but I also know what I can afford for her: a pair of shoes. In fact not normal shoes but a pair of heels. Christmas Eve Fiona is a heels lover and I love her passion too, given that wearing them she become even taller than her actual 6'4 (1.93). I'm only 5'8 (1.72) so wearing heels she become more than a foot (30 centimeters) taller compared to me and we love that difference. She has like 15 pairs of heels and her highest one are 6 inches (15 centimeters), so my challenge is finding an higher pair. I visited a lot of sites and shops but no one had heels over 5 inches (13 centimeters). I was desperate. The day before christmas and still nothing. At least until, walking through the city, I noticed a small door and a cartel: small shop for big girls. There were a lot of heels in the window, so I entered inside and a young girl welcomed me:"hi I'm Shayla, how can I help you?" She was sitting on a chair, behind a desk, which was enormous, given that her back covered just a small part of the backrest and her legs were shorter than the seat! She looked like a doll sitting on a normal chair. Moreover the desk was higher than me, a lot higher, so I was standing in the doorway seeing Shayla. She was brunette with blue eyes but the most important part of her body were for sure her boobs which seemed exploding inside the little jacket that she was wearing. :"I need a pair of high heels for my girlfriend" hearing that Shayla replied:"I think you are in the right place. As you can see there are every pair of heels you can imagine and of every size above 42 EU. If your girlfriend is really tall there is also another room in the backward that can help you". I was fascinated by the small shop, a lot of shoes were so big that looked for giantess. But here in the world there aren't giantesses so I didn't understand the existence of so big shoes, at least a 3' (90 centimeters) long! :"what size you were searching? How tall is she?" Saying that Shayla stepped down from the chair disappearing from my view as the desk completely hidden her:"Shayla...where are you?" I began to walk towards the huge desk and on the side there was a ladder that led to the huge chair and the laboratory. Then Shayla appeared again:"I'm here, I'm here" she yelled walking to me. She was wearing really high heels but now that I was closer to her she doesn't seem short...she was tall, extremely tall! She stepped down the ladder standing at the same level and I was literally as tall as her legs! I was shocked and she noticed it:"oh yes I'm taller than you thinked, it always happened. By the way I'm 11'4 (3.45) in these heels, while normally I'm 10'8 (3.25). So what size do you need?" I was staring at her and looking around, the shop seemed to become bigger and bigger:"am I shrinking?" I asked worried:"no no, it's just the fact you are realizing that the chair where I was sitting is gigantic". She was right the chair was gigantic but she was huge too: with every step she took her body was covering my view of the room until she literally arrived in front of me and her boobs were like an umbrella above my head:"Shayla can you step back please? I can't see your face" hearing that the girl stepped back excusing:"sorry but I'm not used to see really short people in this store" then I replied to her previous questions:"anyway my girlfriend has a 44 EU and she's 6'4 (1.93) tall. I wanted a pair of heels higher than 5 inches (12 centimeters)". Shayla was less closer now and I was looking up to her face smiling face:"your girlfriend is tiny! But I think those are perfect for her" she said pointing a pair of black platform heels:"these are 8 inches (20 centimeters) high...she's going to be 7' (2.13) shorty!" In her hands the shoes were normal sized but when she passed me one of them I couldn't believe how big and high were:"these are 8 inches (20 centimeters)? In your hands they looked so tiny!" I said hoping to know how big were Shayla's hands:"for sure mine are bigger than your girlfriend's ones...15 inches (38 centimeters) long the whole hand and my middle finger is 7 inches (18 centimeters) long so probably longer than your dick little boy". Hearing that I was freezed in front of the giantess who was biting her lips, but I tried to stay calm:"well...how much they cost?" Shayla seeing that her tries to tempt me weren't successful returned behind the desk upon the giant chair:"you are literally less than half the height desk, maybe you can come here with me to pay" now my only goal was to pay and run out. While I was paying I gave her my debit card and she began to play with me:"let's see if you can reach it shorty!" We were both near the giant chair and even Shayla was way shorter than the chair legs...then a voice interrupted Shayla's game:"stop it now or you'll be fired!" Soon she gave me the debit card and thanked me for the purchase while I went out from the shop. Going out I tried to picture in my mind how Shayla and the giant chair entered inside the small door which had a sign indicating the maximum height to enter for people over 6' (1.83)! In fact I wasn't far from the doorway with my head being 5'8 (1.72). Arrived at home I placed the present under the christmas tree, waiting for Fiona's reaction to the logo on the bag. When she returned at home after work she noticed the white bag:"Michael what is that?" She said approaching the tree:"it's your present don't open it! Santa Claus already came". She hugged me and went upstairs; returning she puts another present under the tree recommending to don't open it. We spent Christmas Eve at home, alone, as usual we stay naked at home in order to be ready if we want to do...sexual things. In addition our home is a three stories building in the countryside and there aren't neighbors. Every floor is more than 15' (4.60) high so our home is literally a tower in the desert. At midnight we opened our presents: she gifted me a PS5 and I kissed her for a minute, then was her turn and opening the box she was puzzled:"I know that you always search them but you never find them" I was saying various things just waiting for her face. Finally I saw her smile became bigger and she kissed me thanking as she never did. Then she put the heels on, stood up and said:"what are you waiting for little man, an invite?" She was naked and her tits were bouncing up in the air as they never did, slowly standing up the boobs were closer to my face until I was eye to with cleavage:"how high are them? You look shorter than usual" said laughing Fiona:"these are 8 inches (20 centimeters), so you are 7' (2.13) tall now". She was almost crying. A moment later we were on the couch having sex with her boobs on my face. Christmas So the morning later I chose to take also Fiona to the shop in order to thank Shayla for the help. Fiona was wearing her new shoes and when we arrived in front of the small door she was towering over it:"how I'm supposed to enter in this small shop?" She asked. In fact from here we couldn't see the giant desk and Shayla's tall frame:"so you liked your present Fiona?" I recognized the voice entering while my girlfriend was still ducking under the door, then she looked forward and was in disbelief:"y-you are tall! Super tall! The tallest woman ever existed!" Fiona was literally jumping and screaming, subsequently looking around she noticed how big were the shoes around her and how small she was compared to the cash counter:"unfortunately no, I'm not the tallest woman ever. Anyway nice to meet you I'm Shayla". Ten minutes later they were still talking as they knew each other since elementary school. Finally they greeted and going out Fiona announced:"tonight she'll come at home with her girlfriend!" Through myself I thought that this was the Christmas magic: a dinner with my girlfriend, a 10'8 (3.25) tall girl, probably in heels so even taller and her girlfriend. But I tried to act as normal as possible:"oh wow. Just after a 20 minutes talk? You are really connected" Fiona smiled replying:"oh yes we share a lot of passions and I want to know Dalia!" I supposed that Dalia is Shayla's girlfriend. So we went to the market buying what we needed for the dinner:"as you saw she's really tall so I think we'll prepare for six people" said Fiona. Meanwhile she was walking and noticed something strange:"Michael these shoes are...becoming bigger" I was surprised hearing her words. So I knelt on the ground checking her shoes and in fact her feet didn't cover the whole soles as they did a minute before:"you are right Fiona...or maybe not" exactly during my sentence her feet were covering the soles as they did before. So I stood up explaining that everything was normal and we resumed our expense for dinner. The market was plenty and thanks to Fiona's height we walked normally as people stopped and stared at her for a while; few also asked for photos or how tall she was. Then again:"Mike the shoes feels large again" so as I did before I knelt on the ground with people staring at the embarassing scene, as before the shoes were bigger than her feet:"you are right honey. Try to walk without losing them and at home we'll fix the problem". So we kept walking and after a while Fiona said:"they returned normal!" I nodded looking up at her. After an hour we were still in the market and only half of the shopping in the cart. Meanwhile Fiona told me two or three times about her shoes which felt too large but then again the same sentence:"they returned normal!" When it happened again I chose to see her feet waiting for something to change and this time I remained shocked:"your feet grew to fill the shoes!" I exclaimed standing up:"grew? It's impossible...but in fact the shelves seems a bit lower than before" being 7' (2.13) the shelves already seemed short to her given that I reach the top without problems; but now she's a lot taller. So we ended our tasks and then arriving at the car she said:"honey the car shrank!" She screamed making people turning to us:"Fiona keep calm and try to go inside then we'll talk" she did so and then I reached her in the car:"when we arrive at home I'll measure you, until now let's use your new size, the shop bags are going to be lighter for you". I tried to make her smile and luckily I did. At home I was shocked realizing how tall she became:"you are literally towering over me Fiona! Take off your shoes!" I said laughing. :"I was sure you loved me to be taller, but it's good lil man" replying she teased me. After taking her shoes off I was still around her chest height:"this morning you arrived here!" Said pointing at her neck, now she was squeezing me against her huge breasts:"measure me lil boy!" She ordered and so I obey her:"7' (2.13) exactly". Then I went near her new shoes and measured the heels height:"these are a whole foot (30 centimeters) high! This morning were 8 inches (20 centimeters)!" Fiona connected the points and:"so before I was 8' (2.33) tall" said surprised. After taking off all her clothes she stepped on the heels again:"you are so lucky honey having an 8' (2.33) girlfriend, come here baby!" She was opening her arms and I was turn up as never before, my face was at her navel height and I felt her nipples trough my hairs:"you know what I want lil Mike" said with a naughty voice touching my back. A moment later we were on the couch and I was experiencing something incredible having sex with a 8' (2.33) tall girl. After sex we were on the bed and Fiona said:"it has been incredible! I think I grew again by the way" saying that, she stood up and in fact her navel now was a bit higher than before from my perspective:"I want to know how my feet grew, because my shoes looks enormous compared to yours!" Before they already seems huge given that I wear a 40 EU, but now the difference is comical. Taking off her shoes she returned at a more manageable stature, looking inside the heels I read the label and:"on the label there is 48.5 EU...this morning there was a 44 EU" I wasn't understanding: the shoes changed the label and grew alone! Then on the label also appeared '13 inches (33 centimeters)' and measuring them they were exactly that long:"these shoes are magical!" Screamed Fiona laughing and stepping inside them:"I'll wear them every day so enjoy the view from down there!" Then we began to cook the dinner and her frame was literally huge: before every step she advised me and having feet much larger than usual, created difficults also on reading the space around her, a good thing is that now she doesn't need a ladder to reach the higher furnitures and is also stronger than before. In our kitchen the top is 3' (90 centimeters) high and already at 6'4 (1.93) Fiona's legs were higher than it, now her knees are closer to the top creating a lot of difficults for her given that she has to bent a lot:"if I keep growing taller in few hours I'll kneel on the ground to work on this baby kitchen top" listening that I looked her and now her navel was way above my head and in front of me there was her pussy! :"I think you hit 9' (2.63) Fiona! Look how high are your shoes, already over my knees" I was both excited and scared by the situation:"Oh well, now let's end this cooking session and then you'll measure me Michael" saying that she resumed her tasks without adding anything.That happened at 5 p.m. so three hours before the dinner and Shayla's arrival. As the time passed another problem comes:"we have to buy bigger knifes Mike, look how small they are in my hands!" Said Fiona annoyed, so I replied:"ok love, just remember you are growing today. Yesterday you were a normal 6'4 (1.93) woman". Hearing that my girlfriend threw the knife on the top and lifted me:"who was normal? I've never been normal, I'm your girlfriend!" I was in mid air hoping to land without breaking a bone:"sorry, sorry, you are right" I tried to excuse but she was really angry:"you are so tiny and light that I can throw you on the couch from here...so be careful lil boy" saying this she placed me softly on the parquet. Now she was even taller than before and luckily we finished our tasks:"Come with me to the bathroom we have to prepare ourselves for the dinner" I calmly said to Fiona who reacts lifting me and running upstairs, then she took off the shoes entering under the shower...or maybe over:"this shower is too low for me!" In fact her head was well over the shower:"maybe you can kneel down" I supposed and she nodded following my advise. Despite that she was literally taller than me! :"look how small you are, shorter than me kneeling down!" said laughing Fiona. After the shower we dressed in order to be ready for the guests arrival. Before take the heels on, Fiona measured the shoes:"on the label there is 54 EU, so 14.5 inches (37 centimeters) long and the heel is 14 inches (36 centimeters) high!" Stepping on them she had a lot of difficults compared to few minutes before, then when she was fully standing I measured her height with heels on:"Fiona...you are exactly 9' (2.63) tall". She was really excited by the news and walked downstairs as her balance problems didn't exist. Then the bell rang and I ran to the door, opening it and...:"good evening, guys these are for you!" Shayla was there with two enormous packs in her arms:"thank you very much, come ins..." my heart skipped a beat. Shayla was dressed like the first time I met her with the same heels and same dress, I still remember her sentence:"oh yes I'm taller than you thinked, it always happened. By the way I'm 11'4 (3.45) in these heels while normally I'm 10'8 (3.25)". Despite my girlfriend is 9' (2.63) tall, 11'4 (3.45) is incredible. Moreover behind Shayla there was her girlfriend, Dalia. Our door entrance is around 10' (3 meters) high and Shayla had to duck under the doorframe but she was used to that...Dalia wasn't:"honey maybe is better if you take off your heels" said Shayla looking outside. I was there in front of the door but no one seemed to stand on the doormat. Then a voice said:"looking the building from outside I thought I can fit inside Shayla", the 11'4 (3.45) girl replied:"oh, I don't think so, there are maximum 15' (4.50) ceilings here". After a deep sigh a giant silver ankle boot appeared in front of me:"can you pick up my boots please?" Asked gently an extremely deep voice, now Fiona was intrigued by the situation and walked to me placing her pussy on my head:"Oh my god!" Exclaimed my girlfriend looking outside, seeing an incredibly big ass sitting on the ground and two giant legs that both ended with a pair of silver boots. A huge hand took off one shoe that Shayla tried to grab with difficults in order to bring it inside:"can I placed it here?" Asked panting for the weight and I nodded admiring the giant shoe standing in the middle of my living room, at least as tall as my girlfriend and way taller than me! Then the giantess outside took off the other shoes and again Shayla placed it near the other. Subsequently the giantess turned and crawled through the door advising to move out from her way:"my ass is too large for that door" the giantess was panting trying to enter inside finally the giantess passed trough the door sitting in the living room next to her boots:"hi all, I'm Dalia!" She said while my girlfriend was scared looking up to her face. I greeted Dalia and she extended her hand to me and I was shocked:"oh...maybe my middle finger is enough for the handshake" said the giantess laughing, then added:"I think that I can't fit here even sitting on the ground, can I lie down on the parquet?" Shevretorically asked. Luckily for her our living room is really big and large enough for her to lie down with her entire body:"anyway if you want to know I'm 67'3 (20.50) tall and my feet are 9'8 (2.95) ,long so I won't touch the 15' (4.50) ceiling". I was shocked but Fiona was even more than me, trying to act normal she asked common things about their lives like how they met or their jobs. The couple was replying without problems as they knew us since childhood. Then Fiona asked:"how did you get so tall Dalia?" Silence. Then Shayla to break the weird moment said:"you'll know later, let's start this christmas dinner!" Having dinner with a giantess reclining near you is incredible. Her hands are giant and literally longer than me:"how big are your hands Dalia?" I asked excited and she smiled to me:"almost 8' (2.43) long, you can climb on it if you want and Fiona allows you", my girlfriend turned around nodding to see the scene and a moment later I was walking above the giantess's hand! :"what if one day you'll walk above your girlfriend's one!" Said Shayla looking at her phone. Suddendly Fiona fell on the ground and with just two fingers Dalia helped her to stand up:"everything ok?" I asked running towards her:"yes yes, I just had a strong migraine". From my perspective I noticed that now her ass was literally above my head but I didn't care about it, knowing that she was growing since the morning. Finally we sat together at the table beginning to eat. We talked a lot until the discussion entered in the 'hot zone'. Really hot zone. :"Have you ever dreamed to do a threesome?" Asked Shayla. I turned to Fiona and seeing her embarassed reaction I replied:"personally no, also because I'm really happy with Fiona", but my girlfriend has other ideas:"to be honest...yes. I'm really happy with Michael but I would like to try something new". Listening that I corrected my sentence:"to be honest I would like to try something new too but only with other girls", Shayla and Dalia began to laugh a lot and the giantess said:"well, well, well...if you want we can try". I was shocked. But Fiona wasn't:"are you serious girls! I would love to do something with you giantesses!" While she was screaming, I literally saw her head rising up as I never saw before. Subsequently standing up she hitted her head against the ceiling so hard that she fell on the ground. :"Fiona are you with us?" Asked Dalia lifting her, slowly my girlfriend reopened her eyes asking what happened and I explained the situation:"so how tall I'm now?" Was her only thought:"for sure taller than the ceiling so let's go out to measure you" said Shayla excited. The incredible thing was that we took off her shoes and despite that she was still really tall. Noticing that she said:"where are my heels? I need th...or maybe I don't" her expression rapidly changed when she looked how small I was now compared to her:"oh my godness, I grew a lot! Look Shayla you are as tall my chest". My girlfriend was a towering goddess now! At least until Dalia stood up:"maybe you are tall but you still have to grow a lot little baby". Being knees height with the giantess destroyed Fiona and her giantess feeling. We returned inside to end the dinner and she stepped inside her heels again. Finally we ended the dinner, meanwhile my girlfriend was still growing and now her shoes were literally huge. Suddendly she took off her bra:"it began to hurt myself" a moment later a huge spurt made her legs incredibly long hitting Dalia's boobs:"sorry Dalia" said Fiona but her growth didn't stop and her clothes ripped until she remained naked. The situation was really cringe, but even more cringe was the moment when Shayla began to undress herself and walked to Dalia's cleavage, which was big enough to completely cover her girlfriend. As they began to kiss, also Fiona puts her tits above me and then I've found myself trapped between them. Few moments later my house became an orgy and I was living a dream being the only male with three giantesses who were using me as sex toy. Now Fiona was almost as big as Dalia but they were lying down on the ground and from my perspective I could only notice that their boobs were literally twice my size. During dinner Dalia talked a lot about her difficults to reach the climax and now thanks to her new size Fiona tried to help the giantess. I was there watching my girlfriend fingering Dalia while she was outgrowing the giantess. Then Shayla arrived behind me placing her relatively small breasts, compared to the giantesses, on my shoulders and lifting me in front of her face she smiled and began a blowjob making me moans so loud that Fiona stopped for a moment the fingering on Dalia who said:"stupid bitch! Keep going shorty" hearing that Fiona replied:"me shorty? Come out so we check who is the shorty?" I could only hear their voice because Shayla trapped me in her hands. When I finally came I exclaimed:"this was the best blowjob of my life!" And Shayla replied:"I'm used to end sexual things completely cover of seminal fluid but you are so tiny man!" Hearing that I imagined the scene but I also reminded that Dalia and Fiona were outside. So staying in Shayla's arms we went in the garden and...I couldn't believe how big Fiona was! From my perspective the most noticeable thing was the feet size difference between Fiona and Dalia, but now my girlfriend's ones were a lot bigger than the giantess! Then I turned my gaze finding her shoes which were so high that even Shayla couldn't reach the top of them. Then I found myself on the ground and Shayla screamed:"I think she's big enough!" The exclamation was for Dalia and the giantess listening her girlfriend sat on the ground and from her gargantuan boobs took off a small device and placed it near me. The small device wasn't small at all: instead was literally bigger than me and Shayla couldn't lift it:"ok I think you deserve an explanation Mike: the shoes you bought are...particular and as you noticed they have the ability to grow who wear them, thanks to this device that I controlled since your purchase". I was dumbfounded hearing that but I was also curious to know how tall was Fiona now, so Shayla lifted me above the giant device, finally being able to read all datas about my girlfriend: 95'4 (29.06) tall, 12'2 (3.71) feet length, 9'7 (2.92) hands length. A giantess. Suddendly Fiona knelt on the ground creating two craters and placing her hand in front of me:"climb on my love, finally I tower over you, even without heels". Dalia was looking at my girlfriend's shoes and exclaimed:"Shayla it's the first time they reach this size! The heels are 11' (3.35) high". The scene was like a mission and the objective was to don't cum: three giantesses, all naked and the biggest of them is your girlfriend who is waiting for you to climb on her giant hand! Riding on I finally saw Fiona's face again:"are you happy lil boy?" She asked smiling then I nodded and a moment later I fainted. 26th December I woke up the next day between Fiona's breasts:"good morning!" Said a deep voice different to Fiona's one. I looked up seeing Dalia's smiling face and Shayla between her breasts:"we have to wake up Fiona! She's sleeping since yesterday" said the relatively short girl checking her watch. As she finished the phrase the two hills on the side of 'my bed' moved and I was crushed under the weight of one giant breast. Luckily Dalia saved me from dead picking me up. Thanking her I was finally seeing my girlfriend in her new size from above for the first time:"oh yes he's not used to these sizes" said a voice different to all the other. Then I turned around and above Dalia's head there was another face: dark skin, blue eyes and an afro hairstyle which made the face looks smaller than the real size. Seeing my disbelief the girl replied:"ops, I didn't introduce me. I'm Terry, another waiter of the shop". I was still freezed for Terry's blue eyes which attracted me a lot but having to look above Dalia's head I realized that Terry was tall. Extremely tall. Moreover looking around I realized that I've never been in this place so I asked:"where we are?" And Shayla replied:"we are in the secret room of the shop. Here are there are clothes and shoes for giantess and Terry works here. When Fiona woke up we'll dress her and you'll return at home". Then Terry asked:"how she grew? Please Shayla don't tell me that you sold the heels again!?" I was puzzled but seeing Terry's reaction also scared:"fuck Shayla, it's the third time in this month! Do you know where Lisa and Ana lives now? On the mountains because they are too big for the city". Realizing that my girlfriend wasn't the first to become a giantess, partially calmed me down. At least until Terry lifted me and Fiona woke up screaming:"where am I? Who are you? Where is Mike?" She was shocked and suddendly she stood up. Incredibly she didn't hit her head:"how high is this room?" I asked seeing that Fiona didn't seem a giantess here. Then Terry stood up too and I realized that my girlfriend wasn't the tallest in the room:"ok Fiona keep calm. I'm Terry and Mike is here for you". Standing on Terry's hand I was literally looking down to the top of Fiona's head who literally appeared tiny. As the conversation went on we discovered Terry's height: 420' (128 meters)! Moreover the room seemed to grow around us until the walls began to tremble. Every moment passed we were shaking more and then...:Hi all! I'm Jeanie the boss, how can my waitress help you?" Well, Jeanie was...there aren't adjectives to describe her. Mainly because, still standing on Terry's hand, I could only see her legs; in addition I was feeling like a microbe around these giantesses:"Jeanie, she's Fiona and on my hand there is her boyfriend. I was thinking that Fiona can help me here in the secret room if Shayla is going to sell again the heels!" Initially the boss laughed. Subsequently the biggest finger I've ever seen landed on Terry's hand making me fall:"come on boyfriend I want to meet you!" So I climbed on the statuesque finger and in less than a minute I was in front of Jeanie's face: she's so giant that I'm literally smaller than her eyes and I can easily enter inside her nose! :"oh oh, you are smaller than a ant little boy, you are similar to my dad. Ok Terry we'll hire Fiona if her boyfriend guess my stature". I literally began to pray hoping to say the right number, despite I'm a giantess and tall girl expert: I've never guess a giantess stature looking her face:"I don't know boss...around 1.000' (304.80) or more?" On her face appeared a huge smile which showed her perfect teeth:"yes lil man, you are right! Congratulations". With the other hand, Jeanie grabbed Fiona and lifted her in front of her face as she did with me:"welcome in the staff!" We didn't reply still shocked by the view but when the mega giantess put us on the ground I realized how big she was. Fiona reached under her mid shins and she was wearing a pair of shoes so long that the sole could crush our house with just a step! This christmas my life definitely changed in a better...or bigger way! Merry Christmas to all! Michael 5'8/40 EU Fiona 6'4(76 inches-1.93)/44 EU-7' (84 inches-2.13)/48.5 EU-7'10 (94 inches-2.38) 54 EU-95'4/12'2/9'7 Shayla 10'8 Dalia 67'3 (20.49)/9'8 (2.98)[7' high heels]/ 3'5-1.05 (MF)/7'8-2.40 (WH)/18'-5.49 (KH)/33'7-10.24 (LL)/33'7-10.25(UBL)/15'6-4.75(HL) Terry 420' Jeanie 1010'

In the heart of an uncharted and mysterious swamp, a young woman named Rebecca embarked on a solo hike through its treacherous trails. With her body adorned in tight cargo shorts that accentuated her curves and a sports bra that left her upper body exposed, she reveled in the freedom of minimal clothing. The scent of bug repellent filled the air, offering her a false sense of protection against the swamp's hidden perils. As Rebecca ventured deeper into the swamp's murky embrace, the atmosphere grew heavy with humidity and the incessant drone of buzzing insects. Unbeknownst to her, this particular trail was notorious for its treacherous obstacles. Disregarding the warnings of cautious souls, she pressed forward, her confidence unyielding. Suddenly, her foot snagged on an unseen obstruction, causing her to lose her footing. She tumbled down a steep incline with a startled gasp, her heart racing in her chest. In a cruel twist of fate, she found herself wedged tightly within the confines of an empty log. Trapped and vulnerable, Rebecca's adrenaline-fueled bravado faltered as she struggled to free herself. The once-convenient cargo shorts, which had granted her freedom of movement, now betrayed her as they clung mercilessly to the log's rough interior. She writhed and contorted her body, feeling the scrape of bark against her exposed skin. Panic welled within her, mingling with the relentless heat and the oppressive weight of the swamp's atmosphere. Around her, the nameless swamp seemed to close in, enveloping her in a suffocating embrace. The shadows deepened, concealing lurking dangers, and the relentless assault of mosquitoes and biting insects intensified, their ravenous hunger undeterred by the repellent she had so naively relied upon. Rebecca's vulnerability was laid bare in the face of the unforgiving swamp. And there, in that moment, the story pauses. The outcome of Rebecca's predicament remains uncertain, her fate dangling in the balance. Will she find the strength and resourcefulness to escape the clutches of the log and continue her journey through the nameless swamp? Or will she remain trapped, forced to confront the consequences of her underestimation of the dangers that lurked within? Only time will reveal the next chapter in this tale of adventure, vulnerability, and the resilience of the human spirit within the untamed depths of the swamp. As Rebecca continued her struggle to free herself from the confines of the log, an eerie sensation slithered up her pant leg. A slimy presence squirmed against her skin, sending shivers of fear down her spine. Panic gripped her as she realized something foreign was making its way towards her most intimate areas. Frantically, she attempted to escape the log, her movements growing more desperate. But to her horror, the slimy intruder persisted, inching its way further up her thighs, leaving a trail of slippery residue in its wake. The texture and coldness of the slime heightened her discomfort and fear. In a desperate attempt to ward off the advancing creature, Rebecca pressed her crotch against the rough surface of the log, hoping the sensation would deter it. But her actions only seemed to excite the creature further. It wriggled and squirmed, its slimy body now brushing against her sensitive clitoris, causing a mix of fear and an unexpected, tingling sensation. The sensation intensified as the creature, now emboldened, began to seek refuge inside her moist folds. Rebecca's heart raced, her breath quickened, and conflicting emotions surged through her. Fear and arousal intertwined, creating a confusing and overwhelming mix of sensations. Though she fought against it, her body betrayed her as a wave of shameful pleasure washed over her. The slimy creature wormed its way inside her, exploring the depths of her vagina with an invasive persistence. The sensation, despite its unsettling nature, ignited a raw and primal desire within her. The line between fear and desire blurred as Rebecca found herself torn between the conflicting sensations coursing through her. The struggle to escape the log became entangled with a forbidden pleasure, leaving her both apprehensive and inexplicably aroused. As Rebecca fought against the slimy creature that had infiltrated her, the sensations intensified. The worm continued its relentless journey, squirming through her cervix and into her womb. A strange mixture of fear and curiosity consumed her as she felt the creature convulse within her. To her astonishment, she experienced a peculiar warmth spreading through her uterus as the worm released a warm, white fluid. It seemed to trigger a heightened response within her body, causing her womb to go into overdrive. Suddenly, the production of eggs accelerated, as if responding to the presence of the creature. The boundaries between Rebecca and the worm gradually blurred as their connection grew more intimate. She could feel her body absorbing the creature, merging with it in an unexpected fusion. The experience, though unsettling, brought forth a complex mix of sensations—a combination of fear, pleasure, and a strange sense of unity. As the assimilation progressed, Rebecca's body underwent a transformative process. She felt herself becoming one with the creature, her own form adapting to accommodate its presence. The merging of their essences created a unique and unfamiliar blend, as if they were becoming a singular entity. Rebecca, still recovering from the intense encounter within the log, managed to break free and take in her surroundings. As she assessed her situation, an unsettling realization washed over her. The impregnation had already occurred, and she was left uncertain about the number of eggs fertilized within her. The impending birth weighed heavily on her mind, adding to her already heightened state of unease. Walking through the muddy terrain, she felt the squelching sensation beneath her bare feet. The mud oozed between her toes, a mixture of coolness and earthiness. However, her attention was soon diverted as she noticed the presence of fish in the surrounding waters. Curiosity getting the better of her, Rebecca waded into the shallow waters. The fish, drawn by the movement, began nibbling at her feet. Their tiny teeth tickled and teased her as they darted around, exploring the tender flesh. The sensation sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine, momentarily distracting her from her concerns. As she lost her balance and fell to the ground, the fish took advantage of the opportunity. They darted into her clothes, their nibbles now targeting her nipples. The sensation was a delicate mix of pleasure and mild discomfort. Their nibbling caused her breasts to react, and before she knew it, she began to lactate. The sudden release of milk from her engorged breasts startled the fish, causing them to abandon their exploration of her nipples. The relief was palpable as the fish swam away, leaving her breasts damp with both milk and the residue of their presence. As time passed, Rebecca couldn't help but notice the growing size of her belly. The eggs that had been fertilized within her were now developing, causing her abdomen to expand noticeably. It was a visual reminder of the strange and intimate union she had formed with the worms. Sensations began to stir within her womb as the worms started to move around. Their wriggling and squirming created an unsettling yet oddly pleasurable feeling deep within her core. It was as if they were exploring their newfound home, their movements causing ripples of sensation to spread throughout her body. Rebecca's breath quickened as she felt the distinct movements of the worms, their presence a constant reminder of their existence within her. Though the sensations were unfamiliar and at times disconcerting, a strange mix of arousal and fear coursed through her veins, heightening her senses and leaving her craving more. Rebecca's belly continued to swell, growing larger and larger with each passing moment. The weight of the eggs and the worms within her womb became increasingly evident as she watched in awe and disbelief. Her once flat stomach was now a massive, undulating mound, visibly moving with the writhing presence of the worms. As she looked down at her distended abdomen, Rebecca could see the worms pressing against her skin from the inside, creating waves of movement that rippled across the surface. It was a mesmerizing, yet unsettling sight, as if the creatures were desperately trying to break free from their confines. Mixed emotions surged through Rebecca as she observed this spectacle. A combination of fascination, fear, and a strange sense of pleasure coursed through her veins. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the mesmerizing display of life unfolding within her, even as the magnitude of the situation sank in. As night fell and the chill of the air enveloped Rebecca, she sought refuge from the cold. Exhausted from the day's events, she found solace in a secluded spot, hoping for a peaceful slumber. However, little did she know that her moment of rest would turn into a disturbing and unforgettable experience. Unaware of the impending danger, Rebecca drifted off to sleep, her body vulnerable and defenseless. In the depths of her unconsciousness, she felt a strange sensation, as if something insidious was making its way into her most intimate parts. Her eyes shot open in panic as she realized that a purple tentacle had slipped its way up her ass, invading her body with a forceful determination. The violation of such an intimate space sent shockwaves of fear and discomfort through her being. Her heart raced as the tentacle continued its relentless journey, inching further up her intestines. The pain and discomfort intensified, and she struggled to comprehend the sheer audacity of what was happening to her. The tentacle breached her stomach, causing a surge of pain and nausea. It came to a rest, seemingly asleep, but the damage had already been done. The weight of the violation weighed heavily on Rebecca's mind, robbing her of any chance for peaceful sleep. Tossing and turning, Rebecca's mind raced with a mixture of fear, confusion, and a sense of violation. The traumatic encounter left her unable to find solace in slumber, her thoughts consumed by the disturbing events that had just unfolded. As Rebecca reached the outskirts of her destination, her eyes caught sight of a billboard displaying a map of the area. Relief washed over her as she realized she was almost back. However, the timing couldn't have been more inconvenient. Suddenly, she felt a forceful breach as the remaining tentacles forcefully pushed their way through her cervix, invading her already sensitive and throbbing vagina. The sensation was both intense and overwhelming, causing her to gasp in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Her belly convulsed and squirmed around as the worms within her seemed to come alive once more. The pressure on her G-spot intensified as she squirmed, releasing a few more worms from her quivering depths. Each expulsion was met with a surge of pleasure that rippled through her body, mixing with the pulsating sensations caused by the remaining tentacles. The tentacles continued to writhe and squirm inside her, their movements becoming more urgent as they massaged her clitoris with a relentless determination. The combination of their movements and the residual pleasure from the worms sent Rebecca spiraling into a mind-breaking orgasm. Her body trembled uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy crashed over her, shattering her consciousness into a blissful haze. The intensity of the orgasm left her breathless and weak, her senses overwhelmed and her body sated. As the climax subsided, Rebecca caught her breath and gathered herself. She knew that it was finally over, or so she thought. Unbeknownst to her, there was still one worm left inside her, hidden and waiting for its moment to emerge once again. Walking back to the trail, Rebecca prepared herself for the journey home, unaware of the lingering presence within her. Little did she know, she would soon feel the familiar sensations of pregnancy once more, as the lone worm inside her prepared to bring her pleasure and fulfillment yet again.

Part 212 - major changes While they slept, the droids took Andi and Teeshi to med bay. They went to bed as themselves, but they would wake up quite different. Teeshi was getting changed into a pet - to be a gift. Her legs were cut off just below the knees, leaving her a small amount of stub to attach the doggy paw "shoes" onto. Her hands were removed for the front paws as well. Because she had a headdress and no hair, her tail was made of a rubber-like material and had a hole to pass waste through. Instead of a full bodied fur tattoo, Akita had the droids coat her in the rubber that encased Anckthee. With the snout and tail in place first, the rubber made for a nice "coat" on the new pet. The coating also coated her headdress, making her entire being black - expect for her eyes and the inside of her holes. Andi received some different procedures. She lost her legs just a few inches below her crotch. With training and practice, she would walk again; but she'd be taking very short steps. Her large breasts would definitely not aid in the learning process. Since she was the gopher, her hands were left, but only the thumbs and first two fingers. She would have to adjust her grips, and work out how to get things from the higher shelves now. Akita figured that, since she wanted to feel up her fellow slaves, she might as well have hands that could be more easily inserted. So, there they were... a permanent puppy pet, and a mouth at crotch height gopher. They just didn't know that yet, because they were still sleeping off the anesthesia. Teeshi woke up first. Because she had the enhanced hearing of a dog, the noises around the room distracted her from her slumber. Still slightly under, she couldn't tell if she couldn't move, or if she no longer had the parts she was trying to move - she'd been around Lady for some time, and she'd been to the Pillow Emporium to see the sex doll pillows. Akita allowed the surgical droids to explain her new body to her. It was less personal, and felt far more like a punishment than if she had been told by one of her mistresses. When they come around, they told her she was being given away... so the coldness of the news delivery seemed more fitting. While they were letting her get a feel for her new form - walking and running around the room - Andi began to wake up. Both Mistresses were by her side, encouraging her and telling her about her new form. That's when the reality of Teeshi's situation fully sunk into her mind. While she wasn't anyone's favorite slave, she had begun to make friends with Zorticaab and Ovedica in the kitchen. Now she would be expected to start over and make new friends... Make new friends while only being able to arrf, woof, growl, and press her rubber covered body against someone. The next nightmare was when they began to crate Teeshi. After Andi was fully awake and walking around - or wobbling so far - the droids brought over a large box. Inside, a framework would hold Teeshi securely in place until her arrival and unboxing. She was told it was to help her adjust to life on all fours, but she didn't believe that. If training was the reason, she felt she could better adapt if she was free to react and maneuver herself to meet any challenges in the crate's transportation... (She would find out in transit that the bondage was useful, as the crate ended up being stored on one end despite the "this side up" markings - she would have been pinned on her face when it got turned.) Andi spent her training with her face, and new hands, in pussies. The short legs and big tits made it awkward at first, but she got the hang of it fairly quickly. She enjoyed the feeling of Officer Lesko when he came to visit... with her smaller hands, his cock felt longer. She was proud of herself for taking the cock in her throat. While she had done it many times, her brain liked the idea that it was somehow bigger than before. The truth is, he liked how much bigger it looked with her hands on it too - and she always had great tongue work. ---------- "What's this then?" Dita asked when she saw the box. "A gift from Akita and Litah. They say it's to help out Sheeshni on our hunts. Bounty and otherwise." "Let's open it up!" They opened the crate and found their new pet. Akita had given her a collar with her name on a metal plate. They laughed at the Teeshi and Sheeshni combo. "Do we keep their names the same, or should we change them?" Cookiah asked. "For now, let's keep them the same. We can always call them S and T if it gets confusing in the field." Dita replied. They sent Akita and Litah a thank you gift, in the same crate... ---------- "What's this then?" Akita asked as Litah helped Twiop out of the crate. She was a four foot nine Pantoran with golden eyes and curly, pastel purple hair down to her shoulders. "A thank you gift for their new pet." Litah replied. "Nice ass. Cute toes. Great rack." "Are you experienced, or are you a fresh slave?" "Fresh, Mistress." "Are you a fresh female too, or have you been used?" "Fresh, Mistress. I'm a virgin." "Very nice. My Love, her pussy is yours to break in... her ass is mine!" Akita smiled and smacked Twiop on the ass. "Mistresses, could I?" Lesko asked - he was there on a weekend visit when the package arrived. "We each get a hole... You might as well have the third." Litah agreed. "Take her." Lesko grabbed Twiop's hair and pulled her down to her knees. She was brand new to the bondage sex slave thing, but she knew enough to know that he expected her to take his cock into her mouth. Lesko was excited to be her first, but he was disappointed when she proved her inexperience. Eventually, he grabbed her hair again and face fucked her - not bothering to slow down until she was about to throw up. Then he'd let her catch her breath and start thrusting again. He made sure to pull out just enough to cum in her mouth instead of down her throat - to make sure she tasted it this time. She struggled through the ordeal, but he got off, and she swallowed his jizz. She figured it was a successful first time. With Akita's approval, he went for round two. This time, he didn't let up when she started gagging... He simply face fucked her. She had to find the moments to get air into her lungs, and keep from losing her lunch... This time, he finished on her face - shooting his load into her eyes and letting it run down her nose and, eventually, into her mouth. It felt more demeaning this time around. Twiop reached up to wipe it off, and Litah smacked her hand. A finger wave follow up told her not to touch her face. She put her hand at her side. The gifted slave was helped onto the table, where a waiting Akita had her legs spread wide. As Twiop settled her face into one Mistress's pussy, her second Mistress slid a long, hard, fake cock into her vagina. After "breaking the seal" on her virginity, Litah pressed deep inside her. As she licked, her mistress began pounding away at her - harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Twiop almost seized up... what Litah was doing to her had her frozen in pleasure. She forgot about Akita's pussy until she felt her head and face being pulled back down into the musky erogenous zone. She wasn't a huge fan of pussy, but she knew this was only the beginning - so she'd better get used to the smell and taste. When Litah was done, Twiop was spent. Since the cock was fake, it didn't "run out of juice" too soon. The slave was a sticky mess - of her own making. Akita was next. Since the L toy was lubed up already, she took it from her lover. Mixing Litah's juices with her own, she shoved in her own end. Then, she pressed Twiop's end against her last virgin hole. With some stretching and pulling on her slave's cheeks, Akita began to soften the opening. When she did finally enter the rear tunnel, Twiop couldn't believe how much bigger the cock felt - it couldn't be the same one that was just in her love tunnel... Akita pounded Twiop until they had both cum a couple times. As punishment for cumming so many times without their permission, Akita made her lick off the Mistress's portion of the toy. This left the part that was previously inside her ass, against her nose and forehead. She could smell that far more than the scent of her mistresses. The punishment didn't seem that bad... And then they forced her end between her lips and down her throat. Now, not only did she need to control her gag reflex, she had to taste her own ass. She was absolutely disgusted! So why was she getting wet again?! "A true anal aficionado!" Akita squealed. "She's getting excited while cleaning up after her own back door activity. Perhaps she needs another go!" Akita grabbed the L toy, reinserted her part, bent Twiop back over the table, and shoved it back inside her chocolate starfish. Akita scooped up Twiop's flowing juices to lubricate the toy as she pounded away. For a little something extra, Litah slid another toy inside Twiop's vagina. All of her buttons seemed to be pressed at the same time... She was new to sex, so she had no basis of comparison, but this was phenomenal! Both holes were filled and emptied... Filled and emptied... Same rate... Different rates... She was exhausted before this round started, but she was in the moment when she had her first squirting orgasm! "OH, FUCK ME!! THAT WAS INSANE!! THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!! DO IT AGAIN!! DO IT AGAIN!!" SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! CRACK!..... Akita bare hand spanked Twiop while Litah slapped her inner thighs. It continued until Twiop's light blue flesh was turning bright pink - with some red. "You do not tell us what to do." Akita said sternly. "Even in a moment of passion, your body is ours to do with as we please." "Edge her for a month. See how she feels about that." Litah suggested. "That's a great idea. Now that we know how much she's going to enjoy sex, we should take it away from her. Andi, waddle off and get a set of rings, and a BRCB (bio rhythm chastity belt)... Both holes." "Yes, Mistress." Andi replied and took off on her stubby new legs. They had Twiop sample Litah while they waited. It would have been about ten minutes before; but with her adjustments, it took almost thirty for Andi to make the round trip from the deck to the dungeon, to the work shop, and then back. Twiop was fine with the rings, but she was quite unhappy with the BRCB locked in place and activated. She would now be on "high alert" with no chance of cumming until they approved her orgasm. To add insult to injury, they made her sleep outside - in her shipping crate.

Margot Hollingsworth II had been far too pregnant for far too long. Of course her dearest husband sprang for every expense to ensure her comfort over the past nine months, but there’s only so much that weekly seaweed wraps and Swedish massages can do for the pain of carrying around such unruly twins. Their constant kicking and somersaults had her exhausted, and the weight of her bump had her back constantly aching. Her one solace was being in the water, where she was able to float and relieve her back pain while the gentle movement soothed the babies inside her. The Hollingsworth family had been part of the most exclusive country club in the state for generations, and she was able to enjoy their luxury spa treatments, nonstop gourmet snacks, and the unchlorinated, spring-water filtered pool every day for the last month of her pregnancy. The staff were used to her constant presence and one of the poolside cabanas was always set up with extra pillows and towels just for her, with her drinks and snacks constantly replenished before she even needed to ask– a pregnant woman’s dream. “Good morning Mrs. Hollingsworth, how are you feeling today?” As she approached the pool gate, one of the young lifeguards greeted her and gallantly offered his arm to lead her to the cabana. Margot was always forgetting the help’s names but she believed his name was Timothy or something similar. However, she remembered his face as she always appreciated the friendly belly rubs he gave her. “I am doing well, how is the pool looking today?” With his help, she gingerly sat down on a padded pool chair and waited for him to arrange some pillows in a satisfactory pile before she leaned back in her seat. He crouched down beside her and gently rubbed her bump as he spoke, smiling up at her relaxed expression. “The temperature is nice and warm, just as you like it, and it looks like you’ll have it to yourself for the next little while. We’ve got the wait staff bringing you your favourite tea set with an assortment of finger sandwiches and fresh scones–today’s flavours are preserved lemon and thyme.” There was a reason Margot loved coming here, the staff tended to her every desire before she even asked for it, giving her the first-class treatment that her prestige deserved. She felt the muscles tighten under Timothy’s hand and she winced, arching her back against the pillows. “Madam, are you alright?” He paused his movements in concern, and she fixed his hand with a glare until he continued rubbing her again. Margot closed her eyes and breathed until the ache subsided, feeling the lifeguard’s stare on her the whole time. “Yes, of course I am fine. I have just been feeling some pains all day and I cannot wait to get into the water and relax,” she replied, dismissing his concern with a coy smile. The cramps had been coming and going steadily since early that morning, but her due date wasn’t for another week and her obstetrician was one of the finest in the country so Margot was confident she had time. The tension in her back was getting to be very painful though, and she decided to get into the pool to relax rather than wait for her tea spread to arrive. She reached for Timothy’s hand to assist her in standing back up, but he grasped her shoulder to halt her. “Mrs. Hollingsworth, are you sure you shouldn’t be resting, or maybe seeing a doctor?” “I do appreciate your concern, but I am well aware of my limitations and what my body needs. Now if you wouldn’t mind escorting me to the pool steps?” Looking abashed, the lifeguard assisted her out of the lounger and walked her to the edge of the water. Margot noticed him watching her wade deeper until the water gently flowed over her bump, and she smiled at him before going further into the depths to relax. It felt like hours had passed as she simply floated in the water, relaxing as the babies slowed their movements and the regular aches became much less intense against her back. Eventually she decided that she wanted to get into the shade to reapply some sunscreen and hydrate–with how much her skin had been stretching during her pregnancy, Margot was taking great pains to maintain her flawless complexion. As soon as she started climbing the steps of the pool she began to feel so much heavier, the buoyancy of the water no longer assisting her in carrying the weight of her bump. “Excuse me, young man? Would you be a dear and escort me to my seat? I forgot how heavy my belly was outside of the pool,” she asked a pool attendant while cupping one arm around her bump, her dewy tan skin on full display in the petite bikini she wore. The man blushed, striding over to her with his eyes locked to her bump as he offered his elbow. As they reached her cabana, she handed the attendant her bottle of sunscreen and leaned back in the sun lounger with a cup of tea in hand, expecting him to rub the cream over her exposed skin. His face only grew more flushed as he applied it first to her arms and legs, then over her rounded middle. “Mmm, that feels fantastic, you’re excellent at this,” Margot couldn’t help but to sigh at the sensation of his strong hands spreading the lotion over her tender and taut skin. Her eyes slipped closed and the babies within her kicked gently against the young man’s hands. His fingers brushed against the cups of her bikini top, causing her nipples to pucker a bit at the sensation, and his wide circles around the swell skimmed the waist of her bikini bottoms only inches above her swollen pussy. Her luxury brand of sun cream was very expensive, but Margot didn’t complain about how he kept squeezing more and more onto her skin, not when the massage was so calming. He rubbed firmly over her bump, and Margot couldn’t help but to shiver every time his calloused palms brushed against her protruding navel. However, this tender massage didn’t alleviate the pain of being out of the water and she could feel the pains return worse than ever before. She couldn’t help but to moan, but the pool attendant interpreted this as being a moan of pleasure and gave her a smug grin before intensifying his caresses. Margot focused more on the sensation of his steady hands than of the rising tension of her muscles and relaxed into his grasp when it was over, melting like putty into the massage. His hands wandered more and more, squeezing her ass and gently kneading her breasts, but it distracted her from the recurring pains so she just enjoyed the feeling. This continued for a while longer until the pains became too strong for even the sensual massage to help so she sat up in order to immerse herself back into the pool. The man’s hands pulled away from her bikini top, and Margot couldn’t tell if it was still wet from the pool water or if he had inadvertently caused her to leak milk into the fabric. “Help me back into the pool, I need to float again.” She reached her hand out imperiously, expecting him to escort her back into the water and he smirked in amusement as he obeyed her command. Freshly sunscreened and hydrated, Margot was ready to relax. Being able to float and relieve the pressure on her back allowed her to fully zone out and she began practicing the meditative breathing her up-scale maternity guru Colette had taught her. Centering her mind, she let the waves of pain and pressure wash over her as she ignored them with self-focus. Mindfulness and bodily detachment were two techniques that Colette emphasized and all the other mums at the country club swore by her methods, so Margot let the water wash over her as she pushed all thoughts of pain from her mind. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed as she drifted in the pool but she wasn’t able to ignore the pain any longer as her belly began to tighten. Margot attempted to twist her back to ease the pain and immediately began sinking like a stone, too shaky and stressed out to continue floating. The pressure made it difficult to even swim straight and she was mortified as she was forced to start doggy-paddling. Margot rarely regretted her actions, but the pressure had been building and now even the water wasn’t soothing her regular pains. She attempted to swim towards the steps, but every kick in the water sent waves of pain up her spine and she could barely make it to the edge of the pool without losing her breath. Gripping the tile, she inched her way down the perimeter until she reached a pool ladder. “Oww, what’s happening?” The twinges were coming faster now and getting stronger, and Margot was fairly sure that she’d been having contractions and not just the Braxton-Hicks she thought they were. Her plan upon starting contractions had been to call her husband to take her to the exclusive luxury birthing centre where she could relax with her doula masseuse and get an epidural, but her phone was in her cabana at the other end of the deck. She caught her breath as the contraction subsided and began to practice the lamaze breathing that Colette had taught her. Inhaling deeply, she braced herself to climb the pool ladder but immediately dropped back down as soon as she breached the surface. The pain was already awful, but the water had been helping tremendously with the pressure and there was no way Margot was going to be able to force herself out of it to reach her phone. “Mrs. Hollingsworth, is everything alright?” Crouching in front of her was Timothy, looking concerned as she gripped the ladder railings tightly. “Do you need assistance getting up the ladder?” Margot glared at him bitterly, making him look away. “I’m doing fabulously, just practicing my maternity stretches. The water is great to relieve tension.” The lifeguard didn’t look convinced, and she caught his eyes darting below the water to where her bump was rising and falling with each laboured breath. “Are you sure? Could I help you with anything at all?” She struggled to twist her expression into a calm smile, one that wasn’t convincing in the slightest. Before she could respond to him, another contraction slammed into her and she maintained all of her focus on keeping the smile on her face. “Mrs. Hollingsworth?” “I’m fine! Go away,” she snapped, her smile becoming a grimace as her façade slipped even further. Not wanting to get in trouble with such a prominent member of the club, the lifeguard walked away nervously, leaving Margot to drop her head and groan with relief and pain. The next contraction hit before the last even ended, and she could feel the need to push beginning to grow. “Oh god..oh god…” Margot couldn’t help but moan in frustration under her breath, the pain was becoming unbearable and she could barely keep herself afloat without hanging onto the railings on the pool ladder. The pressure had been building lower and lower, and now she couldn’t tread water with how spread apart her legs were. “Ffffff...fuck fuck,” she whined, bearing down ever so slightly against the pressure between her legs. The feeling got worse as the first baby moved further down within her, but the strain of pushing felt so natural and instinctive that she did it again as the next contraction hit. She wasn't able to hold her legs open wide, as the gentle waves would make her legs drift back together, and bracing her feet against the wall just moved her whole body backwards. It was difficult to push properly while floating, and Margot felt herself getting more frustrated with every contraction. She let go of the railing to grasp one of her thighs for leverage, making it easier to push but her weak grip on the ladder caused her to briefly slip under the surface. Both hands on the railing, she pulled herself back up, spluttering from the water she'd inhaled while pushing. Her coughing was interspersed with grunts and moans as she tried to bear down with the contraction, making a scene as she kicked up water in her attempts to spread her legs. "Mrs. Hollingsworth, are you okay?" The lifeguard was back, even more nervous than before, and Margot finally lost her temper with the young man. "Do I look okay? Stop... ugh... asking s-stupid questions and do somethiiiiing!" "Come, get out of the pool," he said, reaching a hand down to Margot and receiving a nasty glare in return. "If I could get out of the pool, I would," she snapped, tucking her chin to her chest as she pushed again. The mortification of having a fit lifeguard watching her give birth was being outweighed by her desperation and she just grunted at his next few questions, too focused on her own body to actually listen to his words. Finally he decided to enter the pool to help, splashing Margot further as he jumped in. He swam up to her, laying a hand on her bump and feeling the tension in her muscles as her belly contracted. “Has your water broken?” His expression was horrified as he treaded water in front of the labouring woman, and she screeched through gritted teeth as she pushed again. “H- how would I know? Nghhhh… I’m in the fucking pool, Timothy, it’s not like I’d notice more water! Ohhhhh ohhh hhuhhh…” His expression changed from horror to a tinge of disgust, and he surveyed the water around him as if to try and avoid her fluids. At the sound of another moan, he looked up and saw her grimace, watching as she pushed again. There didn’t seem to be anyone else remaining on the pool deck so there was no one else who could help Margot through this. “Timothy, do something!” She screeched, panting heavily to catch her breath between contractions. Her face was wet with a combination of sweat, tears and pool water as she stared up at him pleadingly. Not knowing how to assist, the lifeguard just stammered for a moment. “Actually my name’s Thomas, I-” “I-ughhh I don’t care what your name is! Nghhh- mnnnnhhh… I need you to go under the water and cheECK MEEE!” The lifeguard gave her an alarmed look, but she grunted again and she struggled to hold back her urge to push. Her hips jerked and sloshed water towards him. Margot could feel someone moving behind her, and a pair of legs slipped into the pool behind her for her to lean on. She draped her arms against either thigh as she leaned her head back against a muscular abdomen, finding the warm skin more comfortable than the metal handrails she’d previously been using to hold herself up. Looking up, she saw the smiling face of the pool attendant who had been doting upon her bump, and he reached a hand down to caress it again as she gripped his leg in pain. The lifeguard in the water glared at his coworker before diving under the surface to check on Margot’s progress. Despite his reluctance he pulled her bottoms to the side and slipped two fingers within her, feeling around unfamiliarly before brushing his fingertips against something solid. “Uh, Mrs. Hollingsworth, I think I felt a head? There’s something in there,” he said shakily, dodging as her leg jolted towards him. “Fuck, get it out!! Ohhhhhh oh AHHH!” Her screams were piercing, and he ducked his head under the water again to muffle the noise. She pressed her head back in pain, and she could feel a bulge beginning to grow behind her as she groaned. Opening her eyes again, she looked up to see a wry smile on the pool attendant’s face as he acknowledged his arousal in this moment. Unable to move away while in such pain, she leaned back again and tried to enjoy the feeling of his hand against her belly while she pushed. Looking through the water, Thomas could see the fabric of her bikini bottoms beginning to bulge out between her legs. Reaching out, he brushed his fingertips against the swell and Margot bucked her hips against him, the bulge growing ever so slightly. The baby’s head was trapped within her stretchy maternity bikini, and he skimmed her hip to find the bows tying them closed. He gently tugged the strings on either side of her waist and the fabric floated down to the pool floor, leaving her bottom half bare and her pussy exposed to him. Her lips were swollen, bulging outwards from the pressure of the baby’s head, and Thomas could see her thighs trembling, sending little ripples through the water. He let his palm rest against the bulge, feeling as the head continues to shift down with the force of her pushes. Feeling lightheaded from the combination of holding his breath so long and the alarming sight in front of him, Thomas allows himself to breach the surface of the water to take a breath. He gasps to fill his lungs again and he dives back down to avoid the sound of Margot’s pained cries. Knuckles going white on the thighs of the pool boy supporting her, Margot pushes again, grunting at the effort of getting this baby out. The pressure in her pelvis is being overtaken by a new pain, a burning stretch between her legs where she knows the baby is beginning to emerge. Under the water, the other lifeguard runs his fingers around the baby’s head where it is just barely visible, watching as Margot’s belly tightens and her lips stretch even further. Though the water muffles the noise, he can still barely hear her groans as she struggles to push. The water around him becomes cloudy as the head continues to slip out, her lips stretching thin around the head. “Ohhh fuck oh my god, why now?” Margot thrashes in the water as she pushes, her only source of comfort is the pool attendant caressing her tightening belly. One of her hands leaves his thigh, trusting his support to hold her steady, and she lets it float down to rest between her thighs. She can feel the lifeguard’s hands hovering awkwardly around her, but she runs her fingers along the bulge there and can feel it growing as she pushes again. The burning sensation grows almost unbearably, but there is a primal relief in pushing that she is unable to deny. As the current contraction ends Margot is able to catch a breath and lean back against one of the muscled thighs of the pool attendant behind her. “Thank you,” she sighs, trying to regain her strength before the next contraction hits her. She can feel her pussy swell with the pressure of her baby’s head and though she wants desperately to push it out of her, the fear of tearing stops her from giving in. The next contraction is unproductive. The pool boy caressing her is encouraging, praising her as she pushes, and she can feel the young man in front of her as he gently massages her labia and perineum. However, the unexpected speed of her labour hasn’t allowed her pussy to stretch as much as she’d hoped and she can feel her skin reach her limit before the head slides back within her again. Simply allowing her skin to stretch with the force of her baby’s head, she breathes deeply until the next contraction, encouraging her lifeguard to massage her skin to soften it for her next push. The pain comes suddenly, surprising her mid-breath and leaving her panting as she pushes instinctually and breathlessly. It’s more intense than any of her previous contractions and she feels the burn get more intense as her hole stretches wider and wider. The lifeguard in front of her, Timothy Thomas pops his head back up, his expression excited and nauseous. “The head is almost out, keep going, ma’am!” Margot pushes even harder, holding her breath as she focuses all her energy down into her bottom, bearing down against the pressure deep within her. The stretch hurts more with every second and she feels like she’s burning hotter and hotter until she feels a tap on her inner thigh underwater and reflexively stops pushing. “Stop, I think you need to wait with the next contraction so you don’t rip anything!” She would ignore this advice but for the fact that she heard her maternity guru give her the same advice in her birthing sessions, so she forces herself to breathe high in her chest and ignore the desperate urge to push and the burning between her legs. The pool attendant supporting her provides more firm rubs to her bump and she focuses on the sensation, feeling his thumb rub over her protruding navel sensually. As the contraction grows stronger she finds it harder to resist the urge to push, but the gravelly murmurs of her aroused pool boy are able to distract her. Though she didn’t think anyone could enjoy the sight of her giving birth, his personal attention is bizarrely soothing and she can just barely stop herself from bearing down. When the contraction stops she almost sobs in relief, feeling her skin stretch around the head and knowing that the widest part of it has passed through her. Her lips are throbbing and twitching around the head and she feels a bizarre sense of excitement for the next contraction as her whole body anticipates the opportunity to push this baby out. This primal urge is overwhelming, her heart is pounding in time with the throbbing of her pussy and the only thing she can feel is the reassuring feeling of hands against her inner thighs under the water. “Nghhhhhh ohh fuckk… oh mygodddd” Margot pushes harder than she ever thought possible, feeling her face grow hot and her lungs deflate as all her bodily energy is centered between her legs to get this first baby out of her. Almost ready to give up and feeling lightheaded from her pushing, she feels a slight pop as the head slides out. Her hand between her legs cups it, swatting away the lifeguard’s hand in order to gently run her thumb against the delicate features of the baby’s face. Now that the first hurdle has been passed, Margot feels a sense of ease with the next contraction as pushing has become a familiar sensation to her. The feeling of hands rubbing encouragingly against her inner thighs as her pool attendant supports her weight is enough to help her push the baby out, feeling the shoulders rotate and slide out in one fluid motion. “Oh my gooooddddddd,” she moans, reaching her hands out as Thomas surfaces again, handing Margot her firstborn so that she can cradle him to her chest. He has a sweet face and his wails are the sweetest sound she’s ever heard, resting her head against the pool boy’s thigh as her shaky arms hold him tight against her breast. She watches his lashes flutter and his fists squeeze open and closed before she begins feeling the next contraction, startled by the pain before remembering her first baby’s twin is yet to be born. Margot panics for a moment, unsure as to where to rest her baby before the pool attendant above her gently cradles the child, holding it as Margot clutches his muscular thighs once again. The pushing now feels instinctual, like what she was born to do and what she was always meant to do with her body. The contractions are coming faster and she has no idea how long it has been since the first baby was born, time is flowing backwards in her mind. The panic has turned to a sense of peace, the only thing on her mind is her babies, her body, and the two young men supporting her as she gives birth in this pool. As she pushes she can hear whimpers above her head and she can’t help but focus on her firstborn baby, being held just above her head by the pool attendant supporting her. The sound of his cries encourages her to bear down, both because she wishes to hear her next baby’s cries but also because she feels a need to finish birthing soon in order to hold them both in her arms. Her pushing seems to go on for hours and she’s not sure how long it takes her, her pussy already tender and sore from the first birth. While her slit only burned when she started crowning with the first baby, the sensation remains while she pushes with the second and she’s unsure how far she is with the second. The lifeguard between her legs only surfaces to catch his breath, never remaining above water long enough for her to ask how things are going. Margot feels like nothing is happening and can’t help but to cry out, irrationally frightened that her second baby will be stuck inside of her forever. The young man supporting her leans down, holding the baby in his arms against her breast to allow it to suckle against her. His arms press against her torso as he supports the baby’s weight, keeping them both steady against him. As she feels her milk begin to let out as she nurses, her contractions increase in strength as the oxytocin flows through her nervous system. The pool attendant’s arms are wrapped around her, holding the baby against her chest, and she squeezes his legs tightly as she pushes again. The bulge is growing faster than before, her vulva stretched out and sore from the baby she birthed seemingly moments before. She can’t help but to vocalize deeply as the burning arises again, crowning with this next baby as the head stretches her even wider than she was before. Despite her desperation, she can feel the head slide back within her, not fully out enough to keep her open. She pants between the contractions, trying to keep her cool until she is next able to bear down and get this baby out of her. “Mmmmnngghhhhh fuck fuck, ohhhhhhgggghhhh” She can almost see stars in her eyes as she pushes, lightheaded as she puts all her breath and energy into getting this baby out. There are spots in her vision as she bears down, but she feels the gush of the head slipping out of her and gasps, catching her breath now that she knows that she’s almost done. “Come on baby, you can do it, so close,” says the pool boy behind her. Despite the head emerging faster than her previous baby, she can feel the shoulders sliding out of her much more acutely than before as they slowly rotate and move inch by inch through her walls. Her breath hitches with each push but they move forward until the final push and the baby slides out all at once, causing her to gasp at the sudden emptiness within her. The lifeguard in front of her surfaces again, holding her newest child in his arms and assisting her as she rests the baby against her chest tearfully. “Hi baby, I’m so happy you’re here,” she weeps, pressing a kiss to its head. As she murmurs sweet nothings to her baby, the lifeguard swims away and returns with an inner tube, lowering it into the water and assisting her into it. The pool boy helps her cradle the other child, assisting her in holding one in each arm as they gently tug her to the steps of the pool. Paramedics pull a stretcher onto the pool deck, having finally been called by one of the country club employees, and pick up Margot’s belongings to bring with her to the hospital. They gently assist in getting her onto the stretcher, then get the twins settled into her arms. “Wait, hand me my purse before we leave,” Margot asks, handing one of the babies to the paramedic in order to free up her hands. She fumbles into her wallet and pulls out a wad of bills, reaching towards the lifeguard and attendant to hand them the cash as she’s wheeled away. “Thank you so much, I will be speaking to your manager about what wonderful employees you are.” The young men look at the money, rolling their eyes at the $8 tip they received, and walk back to the pool to start cleaning it before the afternoon guests could complain.