“A-Almost, yes I’m so close.”

My back arched painfully as I groaned with the exertion. I was so almost there, just another inch. I could make it, I just knew it. Sweat poured down my crimson face as my buttcheeks clenched. 

“Yes, oh yes,” I cried. “Almost, almost…”

The book hit the floor with a sharp crack. Instantly, my ears drooped to my shoulders. 

“Damn,” I huffed, slapping my tail on the thin carpet. 

Peering past the ever growing expanse of my middle, I could see the tattered old volume sitting on the floor. It had fallen pages down, like they always do. The corner of my lips crinkled as I thought of the now creased pages that would need smoothing out. No matter, I had much bigger concerns. Namely how I was going to pick this book up off the floor. Heaving a sigh, I spread my legs out wide and began the awkward dance of lowering my gravid frame down without tipping over. Gripping onto the shelf for support I at last succeeded in scooping up the tome with much huffing and puffing. But, now I was confronted with my old nemesis once again. 

“Top shelf,” I growled, tilting my chin up. “I will conquer you.”

Straining on my aching hooves, I raised my arm in an attempt to nestle the book into the tiny space on the top shelf. As before, my pregnant belly smacked into the lower rows, preventing my arm from reaching. 

“Come on,” I grumbled. “Get in there, dammit.”

My mouth curled into a tight frown as I watched the book hit the floor for the fourth time today. My shoulders slumped as I let myself teeter over in a pout. 

“I’m getting too fat for this,” I whined to the empty shop. 

Suddenly my ears pricked up with the soft padding of approaching feet. 

“Oh, a customer,” I said, clapping my hands together. “Welcome to the Wind-Up Rocket. I’m Ammah.”

“I think I know who you are, sweetheart,” replied a voice that was more than familiar.

“Ceri,” I chirped. “What are you doing here? And what’s with the look?”

My rodent lover stood in the aisle, her incisors flashing in that mischievous grin of hers. She was dressed in a simple, cream colored blouse, opened at the top two buttons, that framed her luscious breasts in a most delightful manner. My eyes roved down to see her round belly and wide hips encased in a black skirt that left ample exposure for her soft thighs and tapered calves. Her delicate, pink feet were slipped into a pair of black leather heels with open-toes. Gold bracelets jingled from her wrists to match the gold rings in her ears. Her raven black hair was done up in a bun with a gold pin holding it all in place.

Ceri giggled, her voice like a brass bell. “I just stopped in from work, silly. You know the library doesn’t exactly allow its staff to be dressed in skull T-shirts and denim skirts.”

“But they allow for microskirts?”

The rat woman gave an evil smirk. “We have some perks.” She threw her arms around my neck and leaned in for a quick kiss. “Anyway,” she continued. “I just wanted to come by and see if maybe you wanted to take a lunch break.”

I plucked her hands from my shoulders and turned back to the shelf. “Is it that late already? I never even noticed.” I squatted down with a grunt and picked up another book. “I’ve been trying to get these mystery novels shelved and sorted all day, but, well…” I pressed my belly against the shelf and frowned. “Things have been complicated.”

Ceri stuck out her lip in a mock-pout. “Oh, poor thing. You must be working so hard. Come on, you deserve a break.”

I dropped the book back down on the floor and placed both hands on the shelf. “I suppose I could.” My back still to the rat woman, I then asked, “So what did you have in mind?”

Ceri’s breath was hot on the nape of my neck. Her nimble fingers reached up to slowly caress my long, furry ear. I shuddered as those familiar tingles ran down my spine. Almost by instinct, my tail began to wag. Ceri leaned close, her pregnant belly pressing into my back, warm and soft. Her glistening lips smacked wetly in my ear as she whispered. “You, of course.” Her words poured into my ear like a dark wine.

“C-Ceri,” I stammered. “T-The customers will--”

Her pointy nails tickled the back of my neck, inching their way down to the neckline of my sweater. “Oh, that won’t be an issue,” she purred. “I flipped the Closed sign and locked the door. No one will see us and most importantly, no one will hear you scream.”

Her lips clamped down on my ear as her teeth nibbled the sensitive flesh. Meanwhile, her fingers had pulled down my sweater to reveal a smooth, brown shoulder. Ceri’s mouth slid down my cheek to peck at my slender neck,while her fingers busied themselves tracing the graceful curve of my chin and down the arch of my throat and coming to a rest in the hollow of my collarbone. I pressed my lips together and moaned, tilting my chin up to better offer my throat to her. Her soft kisses smacked against my skin and I leaned against the bookshelf, placing my head against several volumes. Ceri’s hands were quick to pull up my sweater to expose  my heavy, pregnant belly. Her delicate fingers cupped the underside of my swollen middle while she continued to nuzzle at my shoulder. 

Ceri’s voice was thick in my ear, spiced with lust and the tang of desire, “Ammah, I want to make you pregnant.”

“I already am,” I replied.

“Never stopped me before,” she said, her voice rich and deep.

Her fingertips grazed the curve of my belly, causing me to contract the muscles. She quickly pulled my sweater up over my wobbling breasts and dipped her hand into the right cup. I quivered and gasped as she touched the sensitive bud of my erect nipple. I had worn a front clasping bra today and the rat knew it. A small snap and my breasts were immediately freed. Two sagging humps of brown flesh dangled from my chest, ripe and ready. Ceri raised her head and her warm tongue plunged into my ear. As I cried out from the sensation, she pinched down on my nipple, twisting the brown flesh in a deliciously painful way. My knees quivered, my strength fading. 

“C-Ceri,” I moaned. “I-I… That is, we shouldn’t do this.” 

She ignored my pleas and began to rub my belly, scratching at my skin with her lovely nails. 

“I-I have to shelving to do and… and… O-Ooohh….”

My legs were turning to jelly. My tenuous grip on the shelf gave out and I slumped to the floor, knocking several worn paperbacks down on top of me. On my hands and knees, my ass thrust skyward, lowered my crimson face to the floor in supplication to my queen. Ceril stood over me with her hands on her round hips and grinned. She raised a shapely leg and planted it on a low shelf. I saw how her short skirt rose up to reveal the violet silk panties she wore and the massive bulge which fell from the dark fabric. Even from the floor I could smell her pungent musk. My throat tightened and my mouth began to water at the thought of the treasure barely contained by a thin layer of purple silk. Ceri pulled her skirt up to her breasts, revealing her silver belly above that thin band of violet. My own groin throbbed as I beheld the gorgeous, round swell of her pregnant belly, growing riper with our offspring.

I lifted my head and Ceri was quick to plant her bulging crotch into my face. I grabbed her hips and inhaled her scent deep into my lungs, savoring the musky odor as if it were a fine perfume. The rat woman smiled and slipped her panties down, allowing her ample assets to bounce free. Two ripe, heavy balls dangled below twin barrels of black, erect flesh. I could see the dew shimmering from each tip. Her rods twitched, ready to blow with a barely contained eagerness. 

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” Ceri moaned, her voice husky. “Open wide.”

My lips found her hot, rigid flesh and attacked with relish. Ceri was right, I was starving and here was a feast laid out before me. My fangs nipped at her plump undershaft as I stroked her other cock. My jaws parted and I took her bulbous tip into my mouth. She tasted of sweat and iron, a tangy, rich flavor that drove me wild. My tongue swirled over her quivering tip, lapping at the bitter dew which I had coaxed up. I then moved to her other shaft, coating it in a shiny layer of my saliva. Meanwhile, Ceri held my shoulders and shivered. Her muscles stood up from her soft fur like writhing serpents as she fought to remain in control. Fluid bubbled up from both rods and Ceri’s entire body grew rigid as the muscles in her back bunched up. Summoning a frightful strength, the rat woman seized my shoulders and twisted her waist. I let out a startled yelp as I was driven to the floor. 

“On your hands and knees,” she hissed with a hint of violence. “Now!”

Who was I to argue? Especially with the way her shoulders shook with every ragged breath. Rolling to my belly, I propped myself up on my elbows and thrust my butt into the air. The rat woman grabbed my long skirt and flipped it up over my hips to reveal my fat, round ass. I was wearing a pair of black lace panties, the see-through kind with the little frills. Ceri chuckled low in her throat before hooking her fingers into the waistband and pulling them down to my ankles. 

Her hands sank deep into my fleshy rump, kneading the soft, brown dough like a baker. For my part, I had both hands extended, gripping the floor as if the entire shop was about to fall down around me. Her agile hands came about to my hips and I felt both cocks nudge my ass. I bit my lip and waited for what was to come. Her thumbs parted my cheeks, working at my tight brown ring. I squeezed my eyes shut and whined through my nose as she gently massaged my anus, beckoning me to open for her. My cock was hard as iron as she caressed my plump perineum, pressing against the sensitive skin and forcing me to dribble onto the floor. My shoulders heaving, I spread my thighs out and opened myself to her. My butthole widened, begging for her thrust both wicked spears deep. 

“That’s a good boy,” she said. “Now, I’ve made a special lunch for you and I expect you to eat it all up.”

A cry ripped from my throat as Ceri rammed both rigid poles into my ass. Placing her leg back up on the shelf, she braced her palms on my hips and dipped down, jamming herself all the way to the soft bristles of her pubic fur. Her pelvis ground into my ass and then pulled back slowly. Such a sweet, slow agony, I had to scream at the silent books about me. For once,  I was glad she locked the door. 

“I know just how you like it,” she said, before plunging down again. 

Her sharp nails traced a line down the recess of my spine, sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body. As I moaned and shuddered, her twin pythons were fast breaching my core, thundering against my hungry womb. Ceri was panting now, her pace growing more fevered. She fell on my back and looped her arms around my chest. With a surprising display of strength, my lover wrenched back, pulling me up into a sitting position. Ceri fell back on her rump with me in her lap. Her twin cocks rammed deep, spearing me viciously. Her hands slipped under my thighs, and parted my legs wide. I threw an arm back to loop around her neck for support as she began to buck me like a steer. Her twin rods pumped in time like two pistons, one pulling back as the other fired into me. The constant battering brought tears to my eyes and blasted the wind from my searing lungs. In the throes of my dizzying elation, I kicked out wildly with my hooves, smashing into the shelf to send a rain of recently sorted books to come crashing down around us. 

“Oh! Oh, Ceri!” My quavering voice rose into a high shriek that shook the shelves. 

Her silver face was flushed crimson as she pumped harder. “Rgh! A-Ammah.”

Her balls churned beneath me, swelling with fresh seed. They began to retract, tightening up for the final release. Inside me, her twin rods were throbbing, pressing against me. The first hot spurts squirted against my womb and clenched my ass hard around her. Ceri grit her fangs and shot her hips up, raising me off the floor as she released. A hot, bubbling flood struck me, overflowing my stuffed and bloated womb. I moaned and ran my tongue over my front teeth as my belly gurgled and swelled with my lover's essence. 

I was growing tight and heavy. My skin was stretching painfully. “Ngh,” I groaned. “I’m never going to be able to hide this.”

“Good,” she said, feeling the firmness of my growing belly. “I want everyone to see this big tummy. I want them all to know that you belong to me and me alone.”

My stomach lurched and I clapped a hand to my mouth, letting out a dry heave. “T-Too full.”

“Uh uh,” Ceri chided. “Don’t you do it. You are going to keep it all inside you. You hear me? I don't want you to lose a single drop.”

The weight of that sudden growth forced me to arch my back as the brown dome of my belly surged over my thighs until it draped past my knees. I looked pregnant with octuplets and felt like a bloated whale. Ceri’s hand grazed my dark, chocolate areolas. My breasts ached with the rush of her fresh sperm, filling my body with a sense of newfound fertility. Milk streamed from my sore, heavy breasts to run in white rivulets over the hump of my massive belly. 

“Such a messy boy,” Ceri chuckled. 

Gently, she let me fall to the floor. Lying on my side, I gasped for breath while she pulled out of me. A tiny spurt of her warm spooge splattered from my ruined ass to run down the inside of my thigh. Resting on her hip, Ceri rubbed my belly with slow, circular strokes. 

“I hope you aren’t too full,” she said. 

I couldn’t eat another bite,” I replied, my ears drooping. 

Ceri frowned. “Oh? I’m disappointed to hear that. I had made dessert too.”

“Dessert?” My ears twitched. 

The rat woman grinned and laid on her back. Lifting her silver legs up, she tucked back her scrotum to reveal a tight, glistening slit. 

“I baked you a pie.” She parted the delicate folds of her labia with two fingers, revealing the deep red cavern of her pussy. “It’s hot and fresh. Are you sure you don’t want any?”

“I suppose I could have a bite,” I chirped with a renewed vigor.

Struggle though I might, I soon discovered that the vast expanse of my bloated middle was not allowing me to crawl to my waiting lover. My heaving stomach sloshed with Ceri’s warm seed and I winced as my belly ached. 

Seeing my discomfort, Ceri rolled to her feet and stood over me. “Poor baby,” she cooed. “Here, let me help you.”

Her feet on either side of my head, the rat woman lowered herself down into a squat. Her hot nethers enveloped my muzzle, locking us together in an open-mouth kiss. My mouth to her soft, dripping lips, I plunged my tongue into her moist cavern. 

“Is it sweet?” she asked, though I could not reply.

I gripped her soft thighs and dug in, eliciting a squeal from Ceri. My rough tongue slid along the smooth, muscular walls of her vagina, exploring the hidden groves and tasting of her ripe sweetness. My belly gurgled, but I paid it no mind, busy as I was lapping up her wonderful nectar. 

“A-Ammah,” I heard her moan. 

Ceri fell against my belly, her body racked with spasms of ecstasy. Meanwhile, I chugged down her delicious honey, letting it ooze down my throat to stuff my belly to creaking fullness. My middle strained and swelled, growing rounder and heavier with each decadent gulp. At last, I had to pry myself from her proffered chalice, coughing and sputtering, the musky, sweetness of her juices still wetting my lips. I laid on my back and moaned, my overripe belly swollen to gargantuan size. Ceri rolled off of my face and crawled around the massive brown hump. 

“I think it is time for me to have my fill,” she said. “Now just relax and let me do all the work.”

Her back to me, she sat down on my hard shaft. Instantly, both ears shot up as her strong muscles contracted around my cock. Ceri moved with a deliberate pace, stroking and pulling, milking my groin. My hands dug into the carpet as I kicked futility with my hooves. My belly quaked with my sobbing heaves as I struggled to breathe amidst Ceri’s onslaught. Tears trickled down my cheeks as I screamed in mad delight at the rat woman’s ministrations. 

“Ah, ah!” I cried out.

“Oh, don’t you let go yet,” she growled. “Not yet.”

Her hips gyrated to the wet popping of our love as she slid up and down my throbbing dick. My balls churned, bubbling and frothing. I clenched my teeth and wept as I fought valiantly to not release. Slowly, my testicles restracted up to my pelvis and my penis began to itch madly. I could hold out no longer. Throwing my head back I roared as a fountain of white burst into Ceri’s womb.

Ceri sat down hard on my groin, taking in every last drop. “Mmm, you just know how to scratch that itch the right way,” she said softly.

My hips bucked gently against her as I continued to pump my fertile seed deep. Soon, the rat woman pulled herself away from my softening cock, allowing my sperm to ooze down my still twitching shaft. From around the mountainous expanse of my belly, I saw Ceri stand and quickly tug her skirt back down. As she slipped her violet underwear back up her perfect legs, she turned back to me and grinned.

“Boy, I don’t know about you,” she giggled. “But I am stuffed.”

I offered a low grumble in reply, which only served to raise another chuckle from the rat. 

“Well, I’d best be getting back. The little monsters will be missing me.”

“LIttle monsters?” I asked. 

Tucking a stray lock fo black behind her ear, she gave a small start and gasped. “Oh, did not tell you? I am in charge of the children’s section of the library.” Seeing the look on my face, she cupped her hands beneath her swollen belly and winked. “What? It should be obvious how I feel about children.” With a whip of her slender tail, she spun on her heels and sashayed down the aisle. Ceri did not go far before suddenly stopping and looking back at me. “Oh, I think I’ll be stopping by tonight for dinner as well.”

“D-Dinner?” I raised my weary head with a look of horror. 

“Of course,” she said. “So be sure to work up an appetite. I know I will.” 

She blew a kiss and then resumed her march, leaving me still lying in the middle of the aisle. 

“C-Ceri,” I called. “Wait, did you leave? Hey, I need help here.”

Finding purchase on the shelf I slowly dragged my bloated frame up enough to get my legs beneath me. One hand clutching my leaking anus and the other under my enormous belly, I stumbled to the front of the shop where I gave up and collapsed on the counter. My belly sagged down to my knees as I gulped for air like a drowning man. My ears twitched as the front door swung open and someone walked in. I turned my golden gaze up from the counter to see a young gargoyle, his grey face a mask of shock. 

“Uh, hello,” he stammered, seeing me in my current condition.

“H-Hi there,” I replied. “Welcome to the Wind-Up Rocket.”

I must have looked a sight, with my sweater pulled up to leave my pendulous breasts wobbling free and my belly swollen to my knees. My poor skirt strained valiantly against my ample waist. I jolted upright as a thick stream of semen squirted from my rump to splatter on the floor between my feet. I quickly clapped a hand to my ass and gave a crooked grin. 

“S-Sorry,” I said sheepishly. I tugged my disheveled hair from my face and giggled. “I had a big lunch, you see.”

His grey face bleached white, the gargoyle turned and dashed from the shop. 

“Well that was rude,” I said to the empty store. “I tell you, a lot of weirdos in this town.”

Alone once more, I placed a hand on my swollen middle and puffed my cheeks. I let myself slump over the counter, my belly pressing against the particle board and plastic. “I suppose I should go reshelve all those books.” My mouth pulled into a grimace as I examined my bloated belly. “But, just how am I going to reach that top shelf now?”