Week 37 and day 5 Maddie is taking a bath. She goes down the hall after she's done drying her fry and has underwear on, then Adira shows up and asks if Maddie could kindly help them serve the customers, which Maddie reluctantly agrees to. She gets to work, gets a few stares and requests to touch her belly, and both she and Maeve experience a few contractions here and there. One customer then smacks her butt, bringing back memories of the day she had sex with her father, and it makes her feel worthless. Maddie takes a break, is found by Adira, then by Maeve who brings over Brutus, who then promptly goes to remove the customer from the place. Maddie, after a bit of time, recovers from the bad memories and goes to help Maeve and Adira with cleaning up. Maddie has a medium contraction while getting dressed, and a leg buckling strong contraction shortly after getting her butt slapped. Maddie’s breast size is F-cups, and will not grow bigger. She greatly enjoys the fact her breasts are so huge, because if she can’t be big in body, at least she can be big in terms of chest size. She also likes it because she is bigger than both Maeve and Adira. And Brutus also really likes them. But with such large breasts comes big downsides, such as them being heavy, sneaking is harder, and needing bigger and expensive bras. It also means more people will stare at her, which she does not like. Whatever downsides that fits. Maddie’s breasts leak very frequently, and in great abundance when they do. They hurt very often, multiple times a week, from how quickly they fill up with milk. When full, the milk can be heard sloshing, and possibly grow a size bigger. Probably even tries methods to hold back the milk from leaking so she won’t have to clean her clothes so frequently, and also so she won’t have to empty them as often. After her first time with Brutus, Maddie will daydream about having sex with him from time to time, enough that she’ll maybe get wet between the legs. Once Maddie has calm down from the shock, Brutus will offer Maddie a round of sex for relaxation, to which she accepts. Maeve doesn’t mind, her friend is happy. Adira, while cleaning the tavern with Maeve, will experience a strong contraction, and because they’ve been increasing in frequency and intensity, it has become clear she will go into labor any day now. —-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Day 5 of week 37 of Maddie’s pregnancy, and day 5 of week 27 of Maeve’s pregnancy. Another morning, another day closer to… well, you know. And so does Maddie. Since the beginning of this week, every day, every contraction, every odd feeling, has been counted and mentally noted down, in a vain attempt to deduce when it’ll happen. Fear creeps through her bones at the possibility that today the young Basitin is forced to meet these fears face-to-face, to go into labor and go through a no doubt painful birth. Not only that, to also keep a promise to her mother, to prove to herself worthy as a Basitin and fully capable of delivering her child while standing, as tradition expects of every female Basitin. To fail is to risk terrible omens befall her child. Maybe even upon herself. Forever… Worthless. The anxious young mother-to-be picks up a bucket of water and splashes the content over her head to cool her mind, places it back down, moves her wet hair aside to see again, then sits back down again in the bathtub. “Easy… calm down. I can do it. I know I can”. The unborn child, as if on cue, tests its mother’s resolve, beginning with simple, low effort movement that easily creates large bumps on Maddie’s belly, perfectly illustrating how big the child is and how little room is left for it to grow in. It then ramps up to a storm of kicking, the child bashing, banging, and knocking itself against the walls of its home. Maddie could do nothing but grit in her teeth in pain and watch her child be a troublemaker for no obvious reason. The rowdy child, thankfully, did not continue its torment for long, lasting about 15 seconds, yet it felt like a minute to the poor mother. The Basitin throws her head back and groans loudly in frustration through teeth and fangs. Back pain, sore paws, ravenous hunger, bloated belly, lack of energy, waking up in the middle of the night ‘cause the little one just… Bah. As if it wasn’t bad enough to be pregnant and having to deal with the many awful symptoms that comes with it, Mother Nature decided to be a jester and added a little bit of spice of life to make things more interesting, making the child grow much larger and have quite the muscles. A nice salt to the wound rubbing, a perfect, constant reminder that not only is Maddie tiny and weak in comparison to her mother, her own child will, without doubt, grow up to be much stronger and tougher than Maddie could ever hope to be. Oh, and let us not forget the most aggravating, wall punching fact. It’s a child of incest, her sibling/daughter, one who is already living up to her mother’s legacy and it hasn’t even been born yet. “Why? What did I do to deserve this?” She asked as she rubbed the bride of her muzzle. “I’ve done my duties to my kingdom, to my mother. I never hurt anyone unless I have to. I’m no thief, no highway bandit, yet I’ve been punished and humiliated. Why?” She stares up the ceiling, eyes darting to every crack and hole in the vain hopes of finding some divine answer for all the suffering, but only sees signs of it needing repairs. She looks back down on her belly again, then puts a hand on it and sighs. Laying all this, all the pain, on her child is not fair. It too is a victim of all this. Had her mother educated her on the matter of sex, reproduction, birth, all vital information to any girl of similar age, then none of this would have come to pass. Had she known, maybe now she’d be looking for a mate in the proper Basitin way. She should be absolutely furious at her mother, berate her into oblivion for a decision that defies all rational thinking for any caring mother. Yet… she couldn’t. A terrible, unforgivable mistake, yes, but it was with the intention of protecting her. But enough of that. The Basitin mother grunted as she struggled to get back up on her paws and continue the day. Once on her paws again, she looked at her fur that hung like a soaked rag and dripped like she had just come in from a roaring storm, and sighed in frustration. Drying is a tedious task, and so much easier if you have a partner helping you. Maddie looked at the door and contemplated on calling for Maeve for assistance, but a small still lingering and old worry always stopped her, a desire to keep her bare form hidden from everyone’s eyes. Even from someone close as Maeve, who has, without shame nor hesitation, more than once proudly shown her naked form to Maddie. She too wished to have such courage, to not feel the slightest fear of revealing her nude self to her closest friend. Yet the life she knows as a Basitin is still too firmly entrenched in her mind, even if cracks are beginning to show, such as no longer covering her paws and base of her tail in bandages, a thing considered to be very, very lewd in Basitin society.. “Maybe. Maybe next time.” The hesitant Basitin muttered. Then steps out of the bathtub and takes the towel from the stool she placed it on, and sits down and begins drying herself. Once that towel is too soaked to be useful, another towel is used and finishes with that. All clean and nice looking now. Almost. A pretty girl like Maddie must always make sure her hair and fur is smooth and pleasant to sight and touch, not rough and wild like a man’s. She takes one of the brushes Maeve and Adira uses, runs it over her arms and straightens out her fur till it is soft and fine looking. Then it’s the legs’ turn, easily the most difficult places to brush one’s fur when heavily pregnant, having to change her position more than once while sitting, one moment turning her upper body to the side a little so her belly isn’t in the way and she can brush her thighs, next moment the leg is being smushed by the underside of her belly as it’s put on the other one to brush the ankle and the paw. And then for the shins. She has to sit in the most awkward position and bends to the side to reach down, hurting the back a little as she has to lift it because the leg no longer acts like support, while cleaning the shins. And now for the most unpleasant and somewhat pleasant parts. The breasts and the belly. Both have become incredibly sensitive, and every run with the brush is like being tickled in both a good and bad way. The belly is first. The brush is carefully moved, the brush’s hair is like hundreds of tiny fingers poking, scratching, and tickling her. Even the cub doesn’t like it and often voices its opinion with a kick at it. Finally the breasts. It’s almost similar but more pleasant than unpleasant, and comes with a small hint of pleasure whenever it accidentally touches the nipple. She doesn’t indulge in the sensation as she is not that kind of girl, though she secretly very much likes the feeling whenever it happens. “Phew, this is tiring.” Maddie says to herself, then sighs. “I really need to come out of my shell, it doesn’t help to forever hide like this. Maybe… maybe next time I’ll ask Maeve for help.” She walks in front of the body sized mirror and begins combing her hair. This is much less annoying to do. Of course it is still time consuming and her paws and back will hurt a little. As she is combing her hair, she closes her eyes and lets her thoughts wander, thinking about finally bathing together with Maeve, brushing each others’ hair and fur and enjoying the moment with casual talks, jokes, and a bit of teasing. Her, Maeve, two adults, sorta, girl friends being girls and having a good time. She can already imagine the snow leopard being next to her and brushing her own hair. Then opens her eyes to see she is still all by herself. Where there usually would be sadness in her heart, there is instead warmth and a smile on the basitin’s lips. Finally done with the most time consuming thing on the planet, Maddie takes a moment to appreciate the well groomed woman she sees in the mirror. Clean smooth fur, deadly white clean fangs, sharp short claws, a fantastic bosom, a huge belly most mothers can only dream of, and beautiful long hair reaching past the shoulders. There’s no denying she has become a gorgeous woman in every way since her exile. No longer is her feminine side smothered by her duties as her mother’s master spy, always needing to keep her hair short lest it become a weakness for enemies to grab for, always bandaging her chest to keep a boyish look, always this and that to keep a low profile. The woman she sees in the mirror is no longer the young, naive, innocent little Maddie she once knew. A part of her yearns to return, as is natural for any Basitins to always live an orderly and strict life, she wants to keep her newfound freedom. Forever. One small issue, or rather two large issues have come from this freedom. Her breasts are really, really annoying. They have swelled to huge jaw dropping F-cups and are great, secretly wishing they’ll grow a tiny bit bigger, just one… or two cups more. Many wish to have such a chest, to please their husband and attract potential mates. None of those women knows the back pain that comes with them. Not only that, they’re very sensitive. Someone touching them is like a shock, and a grab is like an earthquake. Thankfully they’re not as sensitive to her own touch. And then there’s also the fact that all her bras must be tailor-made, which is not cheap. And that a lot of men are going to stare at her chest. Only her Keidran friend Brutus averts his eyes when in her presence. Typical issues for any woman. Though… she does give the wolfy a few seconds to peak, each day. However, while everything seems like what a woman can possibly expect at some point in her life, unless she’s got the face of a frog, then she better pray her life is a fairytale and Prince Charming is coming or someone’s mother is gonna miss their grandchildren. There is… Well. One oddity. It is the Basitin's breasts. They leak. A lot. As in, A. LOT. Milk leaks from her breasts once every hour for 2 minutes before they’re empty, with such a quantity to form a small puddle beneath her paws, and had to walk in the nude to spare her clothes. Not wanting to let others see her naked, and unable to do much of anything else to pass the time, Maddie had spent much of her time in her room reading books Maeve had kindly brought her from the library. Luckily, In one of those books were mentions of a plant she believed might be the solution to her problem. While extremely poisonous and able to leave most bedridden for weeks, to Basitins, however, it only causes their muscles to tightly contract for hours. Theorizing this muscle contraction might be strong enough to close the nipples and thus keep the milk inside, and with no other known options, the desperate Basitin took the chance. Sneaking out one night with nothing but a blanket to cover herself, Maddie hurried herself to the cave and plucked one out of the ground before heading back. Once home again, she gently took out one of its thorns and pricked both breasts and waited with bated breath. Minutes passed with nothing of note. No pain, no muscle contraction, no sense of something exploding within, not a hint of anything. She sighs in frustration and plucks out four thorns and pricks two on each breasts, hoping that’s enough to overcome her natural poison resistance. A smile formed on her lips as she felt a slight warmth spreading through her chest, thinking it did the trick. Then, as quickly the warmth came, it fizzled out just as fast like a poorly lit flame. The now angry Basitin rubbed the bridge of her muzzle, having wasted a portion of her night, as well as risking being seen naked if the blanket failed its task, for a plant that has proved utterly useless in resolving the problem. The useless plant was thrown away with a grunt as she laid down on the bed and slept away the frustrations. Next morning, Maddie wakes with the expectation to find a big white stain on the bed sheets, and herself in need of another bath again. To the Basitin’s utter surprise, the sheets had not turned creamy white, nor had her fur. She checked her breasts to see if she could discover why, and it didn’t take long before she discovered something. After lifting one breasts, then the other to make sure, she discovered they had swollen from backbreaking F-cups to huge round back snapping H-cups, each sloshing with milk when she hefted or let go of them too fast or too high up. It wasn’t clear if the swell was due to excess milk or the poison. Regardless, it worked, and got bigger breasts from it. If only her mother was here to see the woman she had become. The day went by with some difficulties in keeping her chest, but at least covering them was an option. Once the next day rolled in, Maddie woke to discover they had grown bigger again, going from H-cups to absurdly massive J-cups. From the frying pan into the fire. While there wasn’t any pain or discomfort, It didn’t take a genius to realize this [b]will[/b] cause a serious problem, ranging from immobilization to her breasts bursting, if no solution were soon found. Squeezing the milk out was the obvious thing to first try, without success. Then began panicking as that was literally the only idea she had and could think of, besides asking Adira and Maeve for help, which would be a huge embarrassment to the Basitin and so was the last option. Quickly checking the hallway before daring to step out and beelining it to the bathing room, grabbing a bucket of water and splashed its content over herself to calm down. Maddie yelped in pain as the water turned out to be hot, not cold. Still, it did the job, though not for long as she felt a sudden pressure in her breasts that kept building and thought this is it. After a very tense moment, a tiny bit of milk began to leak out. Then moderately. Then a lot. Thinking quickly, the Basitin used the just emptied bucket and embarrassingly milked herself like a cow till the last drop, and, even more embarrassingly, was left with an entire bucket full of warm basitin milk. She groaned in frustration, not because of what just happened, but also because this is the only way she can wear any clothes without dying them creamy white. Between the two options, wearing clothes is far more preferable than walking naked and leaving white stains. Plus… temporary bigger breasts. A nice bonus for the trouble Despite the problems, Maddie won’t deny she feels extremely proud about them. It has always been her dream to surpass her mother, and since becoming a giant warrior like her is impossible, becoming a Basitin woman of breathtaking features will suffice. After finishing putting on fresh new underwear and a bra for her current milk empty F-cup size breasts, the now pristine clean Maddie exits the room and into the hallways and towards her bedroom on the other end. Three steps after and near the stairs leading down to the main room, heavy, slow pawsteps are heard coming up, which Maddie can tell belongs to Adira. The older snow leopard comes into view with a clear facial and bodily expression of pain, leaning forward while firmly clenching her gravid midsection. “Oh, there you are, Maddie. I…” Adira pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath. “I was wondering when you might be done. Listen, I know this is really not the best time, but could you please rush down to Maddie and help with serving the customers?” “Wait, with nothing but this?” Replies Maddie in surprise, gesturing to the almost lack of clothes on her. “Please. Maeve is wearing as much as you, if that’s any reassurance. I’ll pay you for the trouble.” The Keidran says between clenched fangs as the pain reaches its peak, and leans against the wall. “Just this one time.” Maddie’s heart beat fast with anxiety. She despised the very notion of showing the tiniest bit of fur anywhere near her delicate features, and her huge belly to strangers who might touch it with their dirty, unwashed, filthy hands, [b]AND[/b] on top of that, she absolutely, without question, without a shadow of a doubt, unequivocally, unquestionably, [b]EVER[/b] want to go into labor right in the middle of a crowd. Even though it’s not likely to happen as she is still in her 9th month. The almost naked Basitin sighs. “Urgh, fine, I’ll do it. This one time. And… uh… you better pay well.” Replies Maddie, trying to look tough. Adira nodded. As the Basitin is walking down the stairs to help Maeve she hears the older Keidran chuckling for reasons unknown to her. This is a bad idea. “Yep. Terrible idea.” Whispered Maddie. The place is bustling with humans and keidrans getting drunk on beer, mead, expensive wine, and eating grapes and raisins as Adira is currently busy tending to her well stuffed bread oven to cook for them. The two loaves are almost done. It satisfied many’s hunger and thirst. To few, however, it was but desert for the main course. A beautiful teen Snow Leopard with clean smooth fur, long hair reaching the shoulders, big fluffy tail, slim form, a gorgeous feline face, and best of all almost naked. To some of them the massive swaying belly was icing on the cake, unlike anything they’ve seen before on an adult, or, in this case, teen, which would make it never seen before to them. While most, if not all humans viewed the sight with some level of disgust or indifference for those who knew her and her story. The keidrans’ view, on the other hand, was either of same indifference or of great interest to those who still held close their Keidran tribal traditions and values. For them, Maeve’s pregnancy is seen as a blessing, a girl able to carry such heavy youngs with so little effort to appear as but child’s play, and at such a youthful age no less. Mayhaps they’re right. No paws hitting the ground were louder than a leaf. No turn of her body tried to throw her to the ground. No steps were unsure or unsteady. Always mindful of her surroundings, of the size of her belly and its presence, never knocking into someone or something. Always walking with such elegance as if dancing to a quiet humming melody. Always with a bright shiny smile on her lips. Mesmerizing. Praises the young teen mommy always kept in the corner of her eyes while busy. When not, she’d look in their direction and give them a wide happy smile, burdening their heart and mind with ever mounting envy. And when time allowed for it, she’d, in their eyes, bless them with her presence and sit with them, their hands always eager to feel her belly and cubs. Nothing wrong with appreciating the beauty and miracle of life, Maeve believes. Those images in Maddie’s eyes blinded her to the present, her mind captured in the moment she both saw as heartwarming yet also revolting, men who she believed indulged in their desires and nothing more, snapping out of it when Maeve shook her friend’s shoulder. “Maddie, hello, you in there?” Asked she, wondering if her friend had gone deaf or staring at something. The Basitin blinked a few times as reality came back to her. “Oh, uhh… sorry. Ah, yes, uh, Adira told me to help you. What… do I need to do?” Asked Maddie. The Snow Leopard gave the Basitin a quick explanation of the help she needed. “All I have to do is carry this tray with drinks, follow behind you, then you point to who ordered them?” Maddie asked. Maeve nodded in reply. And so the two friends got to work. Not being able to walk as gracefully and the constant thought of people staring kept distracting Maddie that she occasionally tipped the tray a little too much in one direction, spilling some of the content though never to the point of being noticed by anybody, and the customer will just presume it is foam. After another long day’s work, big wolfy Brutus returned home and was greeted with the tail wagging sight of two almost naked gravid girls. That is one way to raise a man’s mood in more than one way after such hard work. He walked over to his beloved wife Maeve and gave her a quick kiss, and a flirtatious whisper that left the snow leopard’s cheeks tomato red. Then seated himself and chatted with fellow keidrans while waiting for his refreshment to be served, a well earned reward for his labor. Maeve tells Maddie she’ll go get her husband his drink, and for Maddie to go back to the bar to get the next round of beer for the increasingly rowdy, horny, belly-staring keidrans. The Snow Leopard reassures the Basitin she needn’t worry, they won’t try ‘n’ grab her or anything, though their hands will likely reach out for a rub. That is anything but reassuring, and exactly one of the things she feared might happen when she stepped among the slightly inebriated folks here. But at the same time, everything has been fine so far, plus those keidrans wouldn’t dare try anything on her while in a place where everyone can see anything wrongdoings. She gets the tray with beer, looks at the keidrans and sighs heavily. Just get it over with, she thinks. Hand it to them, tolerate their touchy “praises”, then back. She walks over, and like moths to a flame they cannot stop themselves from putting their hands on her, whispering compliments how she is putting other fertile keidrans to shame, and as much she’d like to shout at ‘em to knock it off, it will just cause a scene and most likely discourage those watching from coming back. Besides, people liking her pregnancy is not the worst thing in the world. Better that than their hands on her chest or butt. She turns around to leave them, but the very second she has her back to them, a hard and loud slap is felt on her rear. The long suppressed memories of that day came flooding back. Of the day her father violated her. It takes every bit of willpower to not break down as she is waddling back to the bar, painful memories cutting at the core. And as if the child too can see its mother’s terrible past, it kicks up a wild storm, bulging the poor Basitin’s belly and paining her even further. Yet the torment is not enough for whatever cruel being is laughing at this, deciding a nice little contraction will make this much more entertaining. It is anything but little. It is so strong it buckles her legs, causing her to lean over and having to plant her hands on the tables to keep herself standing as she is walking back. Once there and out of sight, she throws herself down against bags of grain in the pantry, tearing streaming down cheeks, eyes shaking in fear like watching the past happening again and again and can’t close it out. Maeve and Brutus, having seen what happened, quickly come into the pantry to check on her. Both are horrified at the sight of their friend’s state. Little Maeve sits next to her and tries to comfort the Basitin. Brutus is livid, his fangs showing, and growling like a wolf ready to kill. His wife notices his fury. “Brutus, no. Whatever you do, don’t hurt him. Just… take him outside and tell him to leave.” Maeve pleads to Brutus. He hides his fangs when looking at them, but makes no effort at hiding the anger in his eyes. “Why? You see what it has done to her. Why must I show restraint at a man violating our poor friend?” Asked the angry Brutus, barely able to hold himself back from shouting. “Do you think others will come back if you leave him bloodied and mangled in the dirt, knowing there’s a vicious keidrans here who will do the same to them?” Her firm words reigned in his anger. “Ar… are you sure, Maeve? Let the bastard go like that? No consequences?” Replied Brutus in frustration, on the verge of leaving this instant and giving the man what he deserves. Maeve nodded. “Sometimes it is better to not respond in anger, nor what one feels is right. What is right is making sure we’re all fed, and a place to call home. Do you think you can cover the expense alone? Will our coming twins, Maeve’s firstborn, and my siblings sleep their nights in hunger?” The words cut deep. Every part of Brutus screamed at him to take justice into his own hands, to make an example of whoever harms those close to him. But his family, and his friend’s family matters more. If keeping his claws unbloodied keeps them safe, then that is what he will do. Brutus sighs. “You’re… you’re right. Sorry. I’ll… make it quick.” “Please do.” Replied Maeve. The still angry wolf calmly walks back out and over to the Keidran who he really wants bleeding. He gently grabs the guy’s shoulder and lifts him up to his feet, who then looks up at him in total confusion. “Sorry, but I must ask you to leave. Your drunken behavior has… angered the Bastion. Your coin is still very welcome here. Please do return again tomorrow or at a later date.” Said Brutus as professionally as possible while keeping his fangs behind his lips, and not sinking them into the man’s throat. The man tries to argue back as he is being pushed out by Brutus who ignores everything coming out of his mouth. Once that is taken care of, he gives the other belly loving keidrans a quick glare before returning to check on his friend, who thankfully is in a much better though still shaken state. “Alright, it’s done. I forced the guy out as gently as I could.” Said Brutus, getting a smile in return from his lover. Then sits next to Maddie and asks if she is any better. “How are you fe- woah.” But is cut off by a sudden hug from her. “Thank you.” She quietly said. The big man happily hugs back his Basitin friend, with Maeve quickly joining in and hugging her from the side as best she could. It's not exactly easy to hug someone when you’re pregnant. After that, Maeve returns to work as if nothing happened, with Brutus standing in one of the corners, reminding everyone that no such behavior will be tolerated here. Once the last customer has left and the place is closed down, Adira finally comes back down again after hours of pain. Maddie too pokes her head out. “How did it go, sweetie?” Asks the older snow leopard. “Oh, fine, all quiet. Got a lot of stares, of course. Might have to charge them for it.” Maeve jokingly replies. “Heh, maybe. But honestly, no. I don’t want to see you become that kind of worker.” Adira says. Maeve tilts her head in confusion as to what that’s supposed to mean. “Don’t think about it. It’s not worth it.” Says Maddie while walking over to Brutus and Maeve. “O…k…” Replied the confused, inexperienced snow leopard. “I… I need to ask. Maeve. Is it ok if I… spend some… uh… close time with your husband? You know. What you two sometimes do.” Asked Maddie, blushing red as red can be on one’s cheeks. The couple look at each other. Brutus shrugs, not having the faintest idea what to say. But little Maeve just smiles. She understands her friend’s reason for asking. “Of course, Maddie, no problem.” The snow leopard replies before gently tugging her husband for a whisper. “Treat her as you treat me. Lovingly and intimately.” Without saying a word he gave his wife a thumbs up, then snatched the Basitin right up and into his big, strong arms, and planted a big kiss on her lips before she could say anything, then carried her off to her bedroom for some private time. While those two are having fun, Maeve goes to check on her mother at the bar. She finds her mother leaning forward with her arms and head on the bar counter and panting heavily. “Mom, are you ok?” Asked the worried daughter as walked over to her. “Yes, yes. All fine.” Replies Adira between each pant. Then turns to look at Maeve and points at her gravid belly. “Wanna say hi?” Maeve looks down and sees there’s a lot of activity in her mother’s belly. Kicks that make it shake side to side, and stretches from the twins that look like they’re trying to force their way out. The last time Maeve saw this kind of activity was the day before Niall was born. She looks at her mother with wide, hopefully eyes. Adira can already tell what she is thinking, and smiles. “Yep. Ready to meet your siblings soon?”