"Ah! My Queen! What a surprise to see you again!"   "And it's good to see you too," the Queen replied. "Busy day today?"   "Oh, you wouldn't believe," the worker said. "We would have been even busier if you had announced coming here earlier!... Ah, what brings you here, My Queen?"   "Please, let us disregard the formalities. My name is Toriel."   "Yes, My Qu-... Miss Toriel."   "Thank you. I'm here for the reasons I'm normally here, Miss, ah... What's your name?"   "Alphys! I'm new here."   "Alphys? Weren't you a scientist or something?"   "Ehhhh, career change."   "Hmhmh. Seems odd for someone like you."   "The head here says I'm good with kids."   "Speaking of, may I enter the main room?"   "Of course! Follow me."   Toriel followed Alphys away from the front desk and down the hall.   "So, uh," Alphys began, "what are the reasons you're normally here?"   "Stress relief," Toriel responded. "I love children. I love being around them, seeing their happy little faces, watching them play together playing with them myself... It makes me feel all nice and warm inside."   "Uh-huh. Why don't you come and work here, then?"   "I'd love to, but being a queen is much harder than one would think! Now that we have a new king, my workload has increased tremendously- ah, we're here!"   "Uh, ma'am? It's normally time for them to settle down..."   "Ah, well, in that case, I'll be quick. After you."   Alphys slowly opened the door for Toriel. The room was a cute, softly-colored daycare, toys strewn about the floor, and more than a dozen babies and toddlers with not a girl in sight. Toriel's smile took on a far different tone as all the boys turned their attention to her. Without a word, she undid her royal robes; they dropped to the floor, and out came a barely-clothed body. Her stringy, not-at-all-a-bra slipped off to reveal her plump, hanging breasts. Behind the robes were a large, definitely pregnant belly, and a G-string that made no attempt to absorb the fluids soaking her netherlips. Alphys was awestruck as she watched the oldest of the boys gather around, all looking excited.   "Hi, Queen Toriel!" they all shouted.   "Shh, shh," Toriel hushed. "It's almost naptime for all of you. Your Queen's just here to play with the babies."   "Awwww..." the crowd of boys collectively groaned before quickly dispersing. Alphys stood by her queen's side, blushing.   "My Queen? What are you...?"   "Like I said. Stress relief."   Alphys was soon grinning widely as Toriel eyed each little baby in the room.   "You fuck babies, too?" she whispered in her ear.   "Oh, absolutely. How did you think I got this belly?"   The excitement electrified Alphys.   "C- can I, too!?"   "Have at it. All these boys likely lost their virginity at birth, anyways. And I bet their mothers certainly wouldn't mind the extra training."   Alphys was so happy that she could explode! This is exactly what she switched careers for, but now she didn't need to do it the way she feared she would. Alphys walked up to the nearest baby, a little fox with cyan fur. Her crotch was already soaked through to her jeans.   "Hi, little Cody. Remember me? Let's play a fun game before you go off to beddy-bye."   She slowly took her clothes off, putting on a tender strip show for someone who wasn't even old enough to have a coherent thought. She stared into the babe's eyes as she revealed her firm breasts and soft pussy to him.   "Like what you see, baby? Of course you do. Now, let's see what you look like..."   She undid the baby fox's diaper and was slapped in the face by a 3-feet red rocket, 9 inches solid and already primed to deliver. Alphys was beaming.   "Goddamn, that's one hot fucking baby," she growled under her breath.   Without hesitation, she stood over the tip of his cock and thrust herself upon him, moaning loudly while she began taking that growing dick up to the knot. She squirted all over the baby boy's face, stimulating her nipples and ramming her G-spot with the tip.   "Oooh, fuuuuck..."   "How's your baby, Alphys?"   "He's goooood~"   "Good."   The sounds of raunchy, wet sex filled the room as Alphys alternated between getting her womb wrecked by a baby fox and listening to her queen give one of the sloppiest blowjobs she'd heard to a monster babe. She looked back to see a throbbing pipe of a babycock up her queen's ass, visibly pumping a hot load of semen into her already-distended belly. She heard Toriel's loud, lustful moans, despite her mouth and throat being stuffed with a 9-month-old's fat cock. Alphys turned her head back, not wanting to pull a muscle.   "Mph, my Queen, how long have you been fucking babies?"   "Mmmh... Mmmmmh..."   *pop* *gargle* *gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp*   "Hah, that had to be a gallon, at least... Oh, I'd say since I was in my early teens."   "Oh, wow!"   "Yeah. Plenty of opportunities when you're a princess. It only made sense to legalize it under our new king."   "Must've missed that memo," Alphys said as she turned and went back to ramming 6-foot-long babydick into her tiny, tight womb.   "Well, it isn't legal yet," Toriel continued, holding up another baby and gently masturbating it.. "It has to pass through the courts first. That, and it's been rather secretive... But it'll all work out. The citizens are okay with it, anyways."   Then, Alphys felt something massive plunge into her ass.   "Y- yagh! What the-?"   Toriel giggled from behind her.   "I told you I'd be quick," she said as she pushed the little baby boy's growing cock up Alphys' fatass.   "Pft, you suck, my Queen!"   "You don't know the half of it! Ahahah... Enjoy your new career, miss Alphys."   "Sure fuckin' will! After today, I don't want another kid over 16 months in here!"   "Your wish will be granted. Mwah!"   Queen Toriel blew a kiss at the double-stuffed Alphys as she put her robe back on and left the almost-quiet daycare, leaving the monster woman to her own devices.   "G- goddamn... Screw naptime, everyone gather round!"   --   "Ah, Toriel! Where did you go?"   "Out for business."   "I know, but-"   "None of it was your business. Now get back to cleaning the new throne."   "Torieeel!"   *SLAM!*   *sigh*   "Your father drives me crazy sometimes... My King."   A look of raw, depraved perversion emerged on her face as she entered a tremendous bedroom, fit for several large families to live in, dine in, and even sleep comfortably in.   "My dear, sweet husband, my little king... Asriel Dremuur."   Beside her bed was a baby's cradle; in it, a little baby boy. It was his thirtieth day of life in the world, and already his mother forced his father to abdicate the throne. Of course, that effectively meant she had all the power.   "I'll relegate him to some soulless desk job soon enough. But now..."   Little Asriel was completely naked - in Toriel's new world, there would be no need for clothes. Toriel removed her robes once more; nothing was underneath them this time.   "Now, I'm free for the rest of the night."   She picked up Asriel and held him up to her breast.   "We have so much time to try for even more Dremuurs. I know you already put a few sets of triplets in me, buuut..."   She sensed his warm babycock throb against her breasts; she felt his fat ballsack sag and make the ground shake as his titanic nuts hit the floor. She giggled.   "Okay, okay. Let's feed you after you've given me some quintuplets, then."   Toriel crouched down and set Asriel on the floor, his tiny arms and legs curled, his whole body miniscule compared to the growing monster that was his fuckrod. She bit her lip, moaning lightly and squirting on the base of her baby boy's 5-foot-long and 8-inch-thick dick. She spread her waiting cunt open with her fingers, standing over her baby's fuckcannon. Her breathing was hard and steady. She slightly crouched, feeling her baby's glans prod against her cunt.   "Ahh... Fuck!"   That thick, pulsing glans pushed its way inside Toriel's pussy, making her moan and sigh her way through pushing it further in. Her crouch became more of a slow twerk, her fat ass and belly jiggling with every sudden movement down that 9-foot-long, 4-feet-thick fuckpole.   "G- God-damn... My baby... My baby's stretching me..."   His current size was nothing to her, having taken him up to 90 feet long and 40 feet thick when he was a newborn. But it wasn't just the size that did it for her. It was how she was finally living her dream. One of heavily inbred stock, with her and her baby at the start. Make a baby, make babies with him, have more babies with them. One big royal family. And there would be not a thing to stop her... Well, all that, and nothing got her off like baby boys.   "Mommy... Mommy almost has you all the way..."   She discarded any notion of passionate lovemaking and quickly thrust down on Asriel's titanic fuckcannon. The squishing, sloppy sounds of wet cunt into hard cock echoed across the large room, accompanied by whorish moans from a normally dainty queen. Then, the shlk shlk shlk turned into a plap plap plap. Toriel looked down. Her wet folds were smacking against the hilt of Asriel's cock.   "Y- yes! I did it! Now, you do your part!"   Toriel pumped rhythmically on Asriel's giga-babycock, the beast having grown to a colossal 46-and-a-half feet long and 7 feet thick. Toriel was grateful that her family was so flexible as she continued her depraved debauchery. Asriel's little arms and legs moved; his eyes were closed, and his face looked strained. The sight of him made her squirt again, orgasming all over her month-old infant.   "Haaaah! Fuck me! Fuck me, my child!"   At that instant, she felt a clog of watery precum burst from the tip of his dick, rushing out like floodwaters from a broken dam. Her belly was already distended from the babycock, but now it began to properly grow. His ballsack began to grow and gurgle-glorp with reserved blasts of hot, virile semen. Toriel's lust-addled brain cried out for Asriel's thick, womb-clogging cream, and she showed it by going faster, muttering all sorts of incestuous obscenities and perverted fantasies.   "Fuck me, fuck our babies, fuck our babies' babies, fuck me again, fuck our babies inside my womb and impregnate them! Make me the proudest mother in all the land!"   His little hands balled into fists; his extremities began to shake.   "Whhh... WAAAAAAH! Whaaaaaaah!"   "Yes!" Toriel cried. "Fill me! Fill me now!"   She felt that mega-fucktower twitch and throb inside her. Then came some hard pulsing up his shaft. And then...   ***SBPLRRRRRRRRRTCHHHH***   An absolutely catastrophic explosion of fresh semen blasted from the end of that needy neonate dick. And with it came an intense, tongue-out-and-drooling, gibberish-spouting multiple-orgasm for Toriel as her only love in the world blimped her greedy womb with hot babybatter. Asriel's 76-foot-long, 28-foot-thick fucktower flooded his mommy's insides, a destructive wave of cum washing over inside her womb. Her ovarian tubes soon became engorged and bloated with raw babycum, forcing her natural systems into overdrive by producing hundreds of eggs a second. All this time, Toriel sat, her expression one of goofy disengagement, moaning loudly; Asriel's crying had quieted.   Toriel squirted several times on Asriel, effectively showering him in ladyjuices. Her orgasms would not stop. This was almost as brain-meltingly delightful as when she had him fuck her seconds after birth. The womb-blimping continued as, eventually, Toriel came back to her senses. It only took a dozen minutes. Toriel was a sweaty, stinking mess, and she wasn't even finished yet. She looked down to see Asriel's sack begin to shrink.   "Ohhh... Sweet King Asriel... I must have drained you dry."   After another five minutes of lustful staring, Toriel felt Asriel's cannon cease to fire before recalling down her. She looked over at little Asriel's face; the baby boy was visibly tired. Toriel grinned.   "So adorable... Alphys was right. Babies are fucking hot."   Soon, Toriel was able to lift herself off of her baby's cock, the beast having shrunk into a much more palatable three feet long. She didn't need to worry about any leaks, as she had ensured that her womb and ovaries would make perfect seals for her child's semen.   "Look at how big you made me, my King," she boasted. "You gave me a nice, big royal family! But, oh no, now I can't feed you. Sad!... But I'm sure you don't mind, my King."   She picked Asriel back up and gave the neonate an invasive, intense French kiss that lasted for about ten minutes.   "Mmmmmmmwah," she said as she pulled back. "The little baby king Asriel has a queen and a mommywife fit to love and care for him. And his first decree will be to legalize sex with babies, as he should, to make his queen mommywife and all her friends very happy!"   She rocked him steady, purring lightly before someone knocked on the door.   "My Queen?" an attendant called. "Will King Asriel need to sleep in the crib tonight?"   "Uh, y- yes, servant! Please! And, ah, bring a bed in here, too! I haven't fed him yet, and I'm already tired!"