/Author's note: "Gock" means "girl cock".\ Underground. Late in the evening. The Princess' Retreat was a lonely little bar on the corner of 42nd and Asgore, a trans girl exclusive bar with a unique clientele. Chief among them, Undyne the Undying, an 8-foot-tall, muscle-bound titan of a woman. Unlike most patrons, she didn't typically come to hook up - she just enjoyed a drink stiffer than her gock. She liked a good whisky, and she especially loved drinking it straight, her average night starting by taking a few XXXXL sized bottles of her favorite label and ravenously chugging them one by one. However, she wasn't looking for a mere old-fashioned tonight. Despite how tipsy she would get, she never really found anyone worth taking home with her. Which sucked, because occasionally she'd get so drunk, and so horny, that she couldn't even find the floor with her nose (despite finding it with her balls). Making matters more complicated was her pregnancy - she fucked herself on the regular, and was actively aiming for making a baby with herself. Finally getting pregnant, she didn't expect the side effect of getting hornier and hornier over the months, no matter how boozed up she got. The sheer thought of her own perfect little clone forming in her womb was enough to make her cunt flood, but there was another feeling inside her. A raw heat that made her want to goon her gock constantly. And she had no idea how to take care of it. But, that was neither here nor there. Tonight, she was alone. Again. Sitting at the bar counter, her heavy balls touching the floor, her flaccid gock hanging low, and her gravid, pregnant tummy pressing against the bar. She gulped and gulped from her bottle, drinking the whole thing and setting it on the counter. "Gimme another six." The bartender nodded, fulfilling Undyne's order and serving up six bottles with her six hands. "Thanks, hun," Undyne said before taking a large swig of the first bottle. She didn't care that the bar door opened, didn't care about the heavy, thumping steps that got closer. She just wanted to drink. And then, someone sat next to her. Someone sat at the stool opposite her. Someone massive. Someone thick. Someone tall. Someone with a fat ass that didn't fit on the stool. Someone with an absolutely gigantic pair of gock and balls. She was an insectoid. Her skin was varying shades of purple, and she had dazzling red compound eyes. She looked to be 9 or 10 feet taller than Undyne - hell, even her gock looked to be taller and thicker than Undyne. Was it hard?... No. No, it was flaccid! Looming over the bar, it was as tall, thick and veiny as any other rock-hard gock, but it paradoxically looked soft and pliable. And the titanic golden cock ring at the base of her shaft... Whew. Not to mention her balls, her fat, drooping, sagging, sweating balls. Her pubes were more like a thick jungle forest, and the stench was so powerful it would have knocked weaker women off their feet. And all of that was comfortably couched in a big, trans-flag-colored ball bra, kept in place by some laces attached to a golden chain. "Hello. Do you have, ah... Oh, it's right there. I'll take twelve X44Ls of the Oval Oaks Red Label. Can you make it the 199 Proof edition?... Thank you." Undyne watched, wide-eyed, as the bartender handed the large fly woman one EXTREMELY large bottle of whisky after another. The fly woman unpopped the cork on the bottle, turning it upside down... ...And plugging her piss-slit with the bottle. Her flaccid dick gulped and chugged, the flood of whisky draining down her shaft and into her balls, stretching out her ball bra by the second. The woman sighed in relief as she sat back and drank with her gock. Undyne smiled, feeling her gock getting hard. "Hey, bartender? I'd like what she's having. How 'bout a... X16L to start with?" The bartender complied, handing the bottle to Undyne; she, too, uncorked the giant bottle and shoved it into her piss-slit, getting red-faced and rolling her eyes back as the cold heat of whisky traveled down her pulsing dick. Drinking whisky with her gock made her far more drunk than any oral intake, and this time it made her drunk enough to look up and say something. "Come here often?" "Hmm?" The fly woman looked down at her, her bright compound eyes gleaming in the low light. "Ah. My apologies, I thought there'd be more room between us." "That's alright, as long as I got your attention. Name's Undyne." "I'm Mama. My friends call me Lezzir." "Huh... You want me to call you Lezzir?" "That depends. You wanna be my friend?" "Yeah. Yeah, I'd love to be your friend." "Alright, hun," Mama said with a smile. "Just so you know... It's ok to call me Mama. Everyone does." "Got it. So... How long you been drinkin' like that?" "Ever since I first had alcohol, to be honest." They both noticed Undyne's gock throb when she said that. "Same," Undyne replied. "I've been gockdrinking a bit less over the years, especially since I got married, but nothing beats a double-stiffy at the end of the day." "Double-stiffy?" "My own little nickname for gockchugging. And if I say so myself... You're a champion gockdrinker. Hats off to you, miss." "I'm very flattered," Mama said, fluttering her eyelashes. She took the first bottle out of her gock and stuffed in the second. "I suspect that means a lot, coming from you." "Damn right it does." "I appreciate that... Oh, did you say you were married? I'm sorry, I shouldn't-" "Psh. It's fine. She knows I'm here, and she knows what I'm here for. She doesn't mind." "Oooh. Poly?" "Fuck yeah." The two women stared into each others' eyes as they kept gockchugging. "Whatta ya say we... talk for a bit?" "I'd love to. Wanna keep drinking?" "As much as you want. I can foot whatever bill we ring up." "Excellent!" "And y'know what, don't bother ordering separate sizes. I can handle an X44L or two." -- /EXTREME BIRTH PLAY FROM THIS POINT ONWARD/ -- "Oh shit, I didn't even know about that quest, and I've been playing New Vulvas for almost decade." It had been several hours since they started, and they were still deep in their drink. The conversation turned to video games rather quickly. "Don't worry about it. It took me years to figure out that the brackets in the hacking minigame gave you extra tries. But yeah, it's really out-of-the-way and the rewards are meh.I just like doing quests and being the good girl." "Jeez, could've told me back when I was playing on console. I'd essentially speedrun the game because the framerate went to shit if you had all the DLC installed." "I hated that so muuuch!" "You too? Hell yeah! Fuck the console ports!" They high-fived, their piles of large, empty whisky bottles reaching up to their knees. "Goddamn, I've never been so happy to get a PC release of a game. Mods are friggin' life-changing." "You got that right, hun." They clinked their bottles together before downing another round. "'Specially since we can get horny mods, right?~" "Oh, dearie, I don't play video games just to fap." "You're missing out," Undyne moaned before her eyes rolled up in her head. "Oh, fuck, gimme another bottle. My gock is so fucking thirsty!" "You missed this, haven't you?" Mama replied. "Fucking missed it so muuuuch! Double-stiffies are the best!" Mama finished her 89th bottle and immediately started gluttonously downing her 90th. Her buzz was in full swing, to the point where she began staring lecherously at her new drinking buddy; her new friend. Her eyes traveled up and down Undyne's muscular, finely-toned body. Her abs, her biceps, her glutes. Her deliciously hefty balls, clearly hard at work as they made all sorts of intense and loud gurgling noises. Her beautiful gock, hairy, sweating, and reeking, about ready to punch a hole in the ceiling as it drank and drank and drank... Then she finally noticed something about her abnormally large tummy. She kicked herself - how didn't she see it before? Undyne's firm, round belly was distended and gravid in a way Mama knew all too well. "Uh... You sure you wanna be drinking when you're pregnant?" "Pff. Took you long enough to notice. But it's fine. She'll be okay. Y'know why?" Undyne motioned a finger towards her; Mama leaned in. "Because my water already broke a few hours ago." The ground shook; several bottles on display nearly fell to the floor. There was a dent in the ceiling where Mama's gock had pulsed. "Did it, now?" she seductively asked. "Mmhmm. I've been waiting for months... Waiting for someone just like you." Mama's gock broke through the ceiling with ease. Her face reddened; her nipples grew longer; her gock hardened. "Oh my self..." Undyne stood and smooched Mama on the mouth, her gock standing tall and proud between them. "Why don't we, ah, take this somewhere else. I own a penthouse suite at one of the more pricey hotels. Been meaning to take someone there for a while." "That sounds lovely. You got a DD?" "Relax, babe, of course I do. Being Toriel's wife means I don't have to do any driving. C'mon. Limo's parked outside... Lezzie." Mama took Undyne's hand, clutched a few dozen bottles of whisky in her other arm, and strolled out the front door. Their gocks ripped through the ceiling as they left, tearing aside the reinforced steel like it was paper-mache. Casually strolling out the door - and taking pieces of the wall with them - they stood in front of the limo. Undyne, her gock still deep into drinking six bottles of Mama's whiskys, pressed her fat, deep-blue tip into the car door; it opened with no issue. "Ladies first," Undyne said with a grin, stepping aside for Mama. "You're too kind, sweetheart," Mama responded before entering gock-first into the limo; Undyne was quick to follow. The two laid down on the spacious floor, with Undyne sucking down the last of her whisky into her gock. Seconds later, the whisky bottles themselves disappeared into the pitch-blackness of her urethra. "That's gonna add a hell of a lot to the flavor," she cooed as she cuddled with Mama. "Can't wait. Got a condom or twenty at your place?" "Duh." Mama held Undyne's hips and embraced the cuddle. The two girls platonically rubbed their gocks, kissing and gyrating as they drank to their hearts' content. "It's a good thing I'm still drinking," Mama whispered, "'cause if I wasn't, I'd be spraying sloppy, sludgy, dribbly pre all over the fucking place~" "Fuck, you wanna make me cum already, Lezzie?" "Just stating the facts." "Ghh... You're such a tease." They pressed their navels together, letting Mama feel the fetus's heartbeat from inside Undyne. Mama gave Undyne's distended tummy a gentle rub. "Your baby girl's so healthy. She's the picture-perfect pregnancy." "Heh. Could've told me. Morning sickness is a bitch." "Maybe I could work my magic on you and, ah... fix that little problem." "Fix? What're you talking about?" "I wasn't being figurative there~" "What're you waiting for, then? Do it! That sounds awesome!" They stared into each others' eyes. Mama's antennae glowed, then wiggled. In a few brief instants, Undyne felt warm relief washing over her body. It wasn't sexual, but it was intimate, caring. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuck... What did you do?~" "Nothing too special. Just used my magic to basically turn you into a super version of yourself! Say goodbye to sickness and ill health, sweetheart!~" "Really?... Wow. I feel better already. Toriel's gonna love hearing that." "You keep talking about her, that's so adorable. You should introduce me to her some time." "Yeah, I get the feeling she'll love you."