2 comments/ 67260 views/ 24 favorites Sandra Impregnates Jeanette Ch. 01 By: bigpreggoman She ran her fingers over her stomach. She imagined that she felt a slight bump, but she knew it was too soon for anything developing in her young womb. Her fingertips moved carefully down toward her pelvis, over her pubic bone and touched on her turgid mound. Pressing down hard, and moving slowly but deliberately from side to side, a shiver rushed out over her body, briefly exploding inward, charging from her clitoris to her extremities and then released. She lay there, limp in the shafts of early morning light falling across the dorm, the spring breeze floating the delicate window nets and giving an exquisite chill to the wetness between her legs. Jeanette had laid there all night, her nocturnal activity moving from self induced orgasm to panic at what she was surely now so irreversibly involved in, and then once again driving herself to rapturous imaginings at what lay in the months ahead. Time after time she spread her pale thighs to drive her fingers harder and deeper, rubbing frantically and aggressively , her pubic area aching for more. She arched her back, dug her heals into the mattress and strained her abdomen out as if she were pregnant. Pushing and pushing. Gradually approaching release, holding her breath and straining her stomach out as far as she could and cradling the small feigned bump with her free hand, she thrust her finger, stabbing, back and forth over her clitoris, feeling her vaginal muscles relax as every other part of her body tensed, driving herself to orgasm, her mound ached in anticipation as she moved closer closer CLOSER! And then OVER THE EDGE!!! Her body shaking, as if electrocuted, the muscle spasms shooting through her pussy again and again. Fluids gushed out, covering her hand in warm wetness, as she moved from frantic rubbing to indulgent massage of her pubic area, and with her other hand she smoothed over her stomach, flat again now that the tension in her body was released, and once more she lay there, satisfied, ..and then she began again to wonder just what the next few months had in store for her, if indeed there was anything happening in her womb at all. She ran her hands along her body once more. A chill on her wet thighs. She lay there in the almost-summer's daybreak and waited, or not. Sandra would come soon, bringing with her the pregnancy test that excited her passions and filled her with sinking trepidation, guilt at her selfish desire...and a longing to be swelling and increasingly filled with Sandra's love, with her child. An hour or so passed, as the sun warmed the daytime air and the familiar sounds of foot-fall and chatter filled the quad three floors below Jeanette's window. Still lying nude on the bed, her body colder now but not uncomfortably so. Three short knocks on the door. Sandra! Jeanette lazily rolled off the bed onto her feet and ambled toward the door, quickly running her hands through her short cropped brown hair before reaching for the door handle and opening it to see Sandra's smiling face on the other side. "Hey beautiful" beamed Sandra as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her with one hand and grabbing and caressing Jeanette's left breast with the other. She drew Jeanette toward her and moved her mouth first to Jeanette's chest, then to her nipple, and bit it lightly before leaving it to plunge her tongue into Jeanette's waiting mouth, kissing her passionately, leaving her gasping for air, and then easing off. The women's lips touched tenderly as Jeanette moved her hands along the base of Sandra's spine slowly and rhythmically pushing the other woman against her pelvis, feeling through her thin dress the outlined shape of Sandra's increasingly throbbing genitals greedily bumping and grinding against her naked form. Sandra's hand moved from Jeanette's breast to caress her back. She outlined the contours of her spine, up and over her shoulder-blades and outlined the athletically muscular shape of Jeanette's upper arms. Jeanette then slowly reached one hand down to the hem of Sandra's dress, halfway down her thigh, and tentatively, teasingly moved her hand up inside it. She walked her fingers up along the thigh, traversing from the outside to the inside, up and further up until she reached Sandra's panties. She ran her middle finger ever-so-gently along the bumps of Sandra's pantie-line causing Sandra to moisten and ache to be touched. She ached for Jeanette deep inside, hungry to thrust into her, and would have cried out as Jeanette entered her panties and forcefully worked her fingers over her private-parts, but instead the women's lips plowed into each other harder in communion, kissing, grinding and groaning, bringing their morning greeting to a passionate climax. Still in a consummate embrace, lips not parted, they stumbled and fell onto the bed with Jeanette on top. She kissed Sandra on the forehead and rolled off her, landing comfortably beside her Jeanette propped her own head up on her hand and sighed at her lover as their eyes met, then both women glancing down to see Sandra's dress elevated by her throbbing proud erection, her huge thick penis freed of her panties. And then both women's eyes moved back toward Jeanette's exposed stomach. Their eyes lingered for a few silent moments around Jeanette's navel. Jeanette, lying on her side with her head still propped up on her hand, moved her free hand down lingeringly over her own stomach, and paused there for a moment. Sandra rearranged herself on the bed to sit up slightly, resting her upper back, shoulders and head on the cool wall behind her. She hitched the bottom of her dress up, running the material sensually over her erect penis, which throbbed less now, and Jeanette took her hand from her own stomach, placed it first on Sandra's stomach, and then on her erection. Jeanette traced the fat veins of the shaft to the tip and hovered there, circling and tapping the head and tip of Sandra's engorged member, sending prickling shivers through Sandra's sensitive groin. But neither woman was frantic now; the ecstasy became a blissful and subdued sensuality, as Sandra ran her fingers through her butch lover's tidily cropped hair, tugging slightly each time Jeanette caused a shiver in her shaft, she tensed her anus slightly, as Jeanette's fingers lightly gripped her organ, trying to encircle it. Her fingers did not meet around Sandra's girth, though they moved nearer as Sandra became gradually more flaccid and relaxed, the longing ache of passions shifting now to a feeling of comfortable satisfaction. With her eyes closed, Sandra leaned her head back against the wall. Jeanette moved closer to rest her head in Sandra's lap and continued to rub and softly massage Sandra's cock and thought, as she often did, how much she loved Sandra and how truly unique and perfect Sandra's body was. Sandra had been born physically, mentally, hormonally, and chromosonally typically female, in every single respect bar one: As well as having a smaller than average width vagina, Sandra had a fully functioning penis and testes. In fact Sandra's "manhood" was particularly large and even when flaccid measured just under twelve inches. But when erect and throbbing she easily reached thirteen inches, maybe more, with an engorged girth of over three inches across. When Sandra pushed between her thighs, if Jeanette was not fully wet and aroused herself, Sandra's thrusts could rub and violently stretch Jeanette's poor hole, indeed her whole lower region, so brutally, achingly wide that she was often difficult and painful to take as her massive cock pushed against Jeanette's walls and thudded into the top of her vagina. Though it was only rarely so incredibly agonising that it was not enjoyable. Thinking about their intimacy, Jeanette was reminded of their plans for the morning. Shifting herself and sitting up slowly, she moved and sat next to Sandra against the wall. "You got the pregnancy test?" beamed Jeanette. Her reverie now dispelled, a childlike smile lit up her face and she bounced up to kneel beside her lover on the bed. That was one of the things that Sandra loved most about Jeanette; her approach to everything in life was as though her personality by default was set to cheerful and contented happiness, with a willfulness and perennial optimism that could cajole even the most resistant, or disheartened soul to find their glass-half-full. Yet Jeanette was also thoughtful and indefatigably patient, and gifted with a romantic mind given to creativity and a wistful introspection which somehow never became self indulgent. Sandra resisted momentarily, then broke into a smile. She slid off the end of the bed, stood up and went over to her handbag where she had dropped it by the door. As she walked and then bent down her dress fell back into place and rearranged itself to its former elegant style. Her heavy penis, which now dangled freely over the waist elastic of her slightly lowered panties, swung pendulously from side to side with a faint *slap slap* sound, its weight of cool silk-soft skin pleasantly touching on her slender legs. She rummaged briefly in the bag, then stood back up with a grin, holding the packaged pregnancy test aloft between her thumb and index finger. "C'mon, gimme!" She threw and Jeanette caught, and as she jumped her ample bosom moved and rippled, her exquisite breasts knocking against each other, and with a wink for effect she comedically crossed her arms over them lest they take liberties and bounce right off her chest. "I guess I'll be taking a pee now." "Guess so" She padded over to the en-suite door, and as as she did the soft sound of her bare soles on the carpet and then the bathroom tiles made Sandra aware that in their rapturous greeting she had not even slipped off her sandals. Removing them hurriedly, she was again aware of the weight of her huge, heavy cock tugging at its thick base where the shaft and her over-large plump testicles met her body and wondered briefly if at the age of twenty-five her considerably sized genitals might had finally stopped growing. Over the last couple of years her impressive balls had become especially difficult to disguise in her panties. Then, dismissing her thought she too padded across to join Jeanette who was already sat on the toilet with her legs apart, her beautiful damp cunt clearly visible and the pregnancy test poised below her. The women exchanged a glance that served to reassure them both within their own minds that they both knew they wanted this very much. Jeanette craved every moment to be so heavily impregnated with Sandra's thick and pungent seed, to have the erotic delight of a part of Sandra constantly pushing inside of her, visibly swelling her within her womb as Sandra's red hot pulsating girth night after night swelled deep between her heavy thighs, for nine long months. Sandra in turn fantasized about seeing the woman she loved grow unstoppably larger and change, become heavier and rounder, uncomfortably tight and swollen, and found the idea of nurturing a new life-force in another woman through the exhausting distended discomfort of late-pregnancy and the agony of labor somewhat arousing and exotic, as her own ovaries were infertile. Since deciding to try to conceive they had fucked unprotected relentlessly for two weeks until Jeanette was so sore she could barely close her legs never mind walk for an hour or so afterward. And then Jeanette had missed her period. Were they jumping the gun? Too excited, too early? Jeanette looked down as she urinated onto the stick, wiped herself, closed the lid and sat on it to wait, neither of them daring to look at the tiny screen on the pregnancy-test. Minutes passed in silence, she turned the stick over and she and Sandra peered down at the little screen. Clear as day. The test said: "PREGNANT". Sandra Impregnates Jeanette Ch. 02 Sandra and Jeanette paused in stunned silence. They had not even been sure that they could conceive, but this was confirmation, Sandra was indeed fertile. Very fertile. "We're going to have a baby!" Jeanette gasped, barely audibly, "Oh God, Sand! You're inside me!" She stood up and taking Sandra's hand placed it in her own stomach, pressing it into herself. "Sweety, you know this means that I'll be giving birth before I complete my PhD. And you finish next month. Think about it, it's May now, so June, July,... it'll be February. I don't complete until Next July, that's plenty of time. You'll be teaching by then. I don't think we could have timed this better. Thank goodness I'm not going to be one of those pregnant mothers waddling around near full-term in the summer heat." Sandra grinned, "There'll be plenty of waddling, I hope! This belly's going to press down on your bladder, between your legs, I reckon it's going to be a big one, a boy and you'll be waddling as if i'd fucked you senseless for weeks." Sandra winked, with a sly grin. "Sore enough already down here, thank you. The way you'be been pounding away inside of me, your fist is easier to take! It's a small miracle that I can walk at all. I could hardly get up the stairs after I left you last night, and you should have see when I sat down in the common room yesterday lunch time. I was in such visible discomfort that Brian and Jen must have thought I have monster hemorrhoids!" "You might soon."" "Very funny. I have class this afternoon, I'm going to take a shower." She looked down at herself. "You know, It's even possible that I've been impregnated for two weeks now. Do You think I have a bump?" Sandra didn't bother to answer and wandered off to sit on the bed. She switched the TV on and heard the shower begin to run in the bathroom. Jeanette stood under the water with both hands on her belly for a good few minutes, imagining what it would be like to swell there. She often looked down her length when the two of them were making love, and watched her stomach enlarge in beautiful agony as Sandra's massive girth plowed all the way into her. Truth be told, Jeanette found pleasure in the pain as Sandra's penis ripped into her. The purity of the emotion drowned out everything else in the world. A hand ran its way down her dripping back. She turned to face it, but found herself prevented, both of Sandra's hands on her shoulders making her face the wall. One hand moved to clamp across her middle and hugged her tight to the naked body now in the bath too, and standing behind her, the other hand lowered and found her pussy. "When you're further along, this is how I'll have to fuck you standing. When you're so heavy and swollen and round that even I can't reach under to you're cunt, you'll have to take me from behind." "Baby, I have class later and I'm still sore." But Jeanette's protest was half-hearted. And She let Sandra continue to work her fingers in her pussy and slowly and rhythmically grind into her buttocks. Eventually she whispered seductively, "You'll just have to fuck my ass." Grabbing Sandra's cock she turned around and sank to her knees, the water still falling on her head, she took Sandra and put her end between her lips, making out with the head of her penis which was soon becoming engorged. Putting more into her mouth, four inches, five six, seven, she could feel it hit the back of her throat as it got harder and then wider and wider, filling her whole mouth from back to front; roof to base. Sandra let out a groan, her groin responding to Jeanette's touch and her carnal instinct taking over, she put her hands to the back of Jeanette's head and pressed her forward, forcing her further onto her dick. She made a shallow thrust, just another inch in, and felt the back of the throat touch the tip of her cock again. "Take all of me, oh..God. Please!!" Her penis throbbed hard. The butch tried not to gag so soon and with her hands on Sandra's hips, guided her out, then in, and out faster and faster, feeling herself want to gag, her eyes watering and her stomach convulsed sharply as she imagined the what it would be like wretching hard with a swollen abdomen, whether it would hurt and pull at her lady parts as she contracted, she wretched again. Her cunt got wetter and wetter and she moved one hand to it, stabbing her fingers inside herself, tingling as she pressed her clitoris, and as Sandra made a final thrust at her jaw, forcing a whole nine inches of herself into Jeanette's head, slipping some way down her open throat, Jeanette held her there with her remaining hand: she couldn't breathe, or think about anything but how she physically ached to now have her thrusting her enormous cock brutally between her legs. Sandra slowly withdrew, Jeanette dropped forward onto her hands, gagging and coughing. "I wanted to swallow you whole" She spluttered, I need you inside of me. She turned and unsteadily got to her feet, walking her hands a small way up the tiled wall for support. Her aching vagina still hurt a little from the afternoon before. The shower still on, an the taste of pre-cum in her mouth she bent over and held onto the bath-taps to steady herself, and Sandra, now fully erect and tingling uncontrollably, lined herself up behind her, harvesting a substantial deposit of pre-cum from the head of her massive erection she parted Jeanette's buttocks and massaged it around her anal opening. Jeanette's anus relaxed in anticipation. This was going to hurt. Sandra was now fully engorged to over 13 inches, and her unnatural girth was pushing 3 inches wide. In an out-of-body instant she fantasised that she yearned so so badly to take her dyke-lover by brutal force and barge her way, wrenching, and burning straight between her trusting lover's taut inexperienced buttocks, without lubrication. She wanted to aggressively and viciously drive herself in harder and faster, making the girl bawl in agony until she passed out and went limp. What if she ruptured her internal organs? A part of her wanted to forcefully hold tightly to her lover's hips if she tried to push her off. Controlling her, as she rammed her meat in and destroyed Jeanette's tight sphincter, causing indescribable pain as she filled her cavity to breaking point. She wondered if she could stretch it so brutally tight that it ripped her own straining foreskin back; until they both bled with every burning thrust, and sent beautiful uncontrollable spasms down her shaft. She thought of the shuddering and soft exhausted whimpers as Jeanette's agonised anal chamber clenched and contracted around it. She imagined the rectum gripping her monstrous rod hard as if it were clinging to it in desperation and constricting it. Sandra imagined Jeanette, shivering, convulsing in panic and racked with pain, shaking and crying out; begging her to stop with tears in her dazed and vacant eyes. Her distant pupils darting about as if searching for a way out of the torture, as her anus filled up with thump after hammering thump, with Sandra mercilessly and relentlessly bearing down upon her. But she never could, and she took her index finger and lightly traced the edge of Jeanette's ring. Seeing Jeanette's hole quiver in expectation, she touched the tip of her oversize mushroom-head against it. It was the size of a fist. She felt Jeanette brace against her in readiness. Sandra gave a short but deliberate stab and heard the pregnant woman gasp. It didn't go in. Again with one hand guiding her shaft, and with considerably more force Sandra thrust her yearning pelvis forward. Bending over with a hand on each tap Jeanette gripped hard with her fists so as to try to keep her sphincter as relaxed as possible and bit down on her lower lip. She felt one light exploratory stab between her cheeks, so she braced herself. She felt a tingle of anticipation in her pussy, and then a brutal strong jolt burned into her forcing her to brace against the forward motion. Her head rested on the wall, the steaming water running in her eyes, over her face and making it hard to breathe. She felt a growing stabbing aching contraction in her sphincter making her grip the taps hard. Her legs felt weak as violent spasms punched at her anal walls and the rim of her ass was forced fist-wide as it slid with brutal difficulty over the perversely great mushroom-head forcing itself into her tightening anus. It brutally forced her ring to turn inward on itself and suddenly it felt as if her ass-hole was burning with the friction and being yanked apart with such an angry stabbing pain that she yelled out involuntarily. "Aaaaaaaaaaah, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" The pain rushed over her whole lower region and she pushed against it so hard that when her rim closed over the head it pulled tight and made a "snap" sound like an elastic band being released, – the rim contracted and dragged the surrounding muscle group with it so forcibly that it caused a violent, jolting spasm. Her whole anal cavity, followed by her back and stomach contracted hard. She winced. Involuntarily curling over at the deep spasm in her belly she yelped and jolted her head down causing her shoulders to smacked full-force into the wall. Jeanette's sphincter squeezed Sandra with such unexpected tightness that her penis thrashed on its own in a cum-less semi-orgasm that thudded through Sandra's groin forcing her pelvis to thrust and ram Jeanette hard into the wall for a second time. It took Sandra so much by surprise that she moaned, holding her breath as if she too had had the wind knocked out of her. She reached her arms forward, taking Jeanette's hands and holding them gently, the massive engorged fist-sized head of her pulsating monster-dick lodged painfully tight and stretching Jeanette wide open. She looked down, surprised not to see blood. Gasping "Baby, did I hurt you?" Jeanette breathed hard, she had never had or indeed craved sex so rough in her life, she felt as if her body were splitting apart and all she wanted was more; more sex, more blissful excruciating toruturous pain, more cum, more orgasm, as long as it was Sandra, inside of her, tearing her body and soul apart. "Thank you" She sighed as she breathed out, panting. "Baby, ..." Her voice trailed off as at that moment Sandra, in ecstasy and still not in control of herself, began to urinate inside of her. Their hands were still joined in a light tender embrace and the defiled masculine figure of Jeanette began to sob with the pain. Sandra realised that in her excitement that day, she had not in fact peed all morning. For a whole silent two minutes in the murky steam there was nothing but the sound of long heavy panting between the two women as their naked bosoms heaved and water dripped from their hardened nipples. There was nothing but the patter of the steamy hot running shower and the hiss of discharging piss as Sandra now more deliberately gushed out the vast contents of her bladder from her thick "manhood" into her lover's expanding waiting bowels. Jeanette moved their hands, still in a delicate embrace, down and around her belly. Slowly she rose to stand. Ten inches of penis between them, with the remainder and the giant head still tensing her rectal muscles pulling her wide as she panted to keep from crying, and hot urine was now filling her anal chamber and pushing out into her bowels, putting uncomfortable pressure on her abdomen. Sandra took her hands and pushed on the butch's lower stomach which was now filling up to bursting with masses hot urine. It pushed the pregnant lesbian's abdomen outward. She felt it press inside her cunt and make her wet. As she traced the distended outline of her belly, her cunt contracted rhythmically, she was aching to be touched. Their hands now separated, Jeanette looked down at the swelling, imagining the pregnancy to come as the sight of her exposed belly and the hot liquid sloshing inside her made her clitoris swell with yearning, and she closed her eyes and guided Sandra's hand to her pussy. "Look, I'm swelling for you, in a few months I'll be huge. Will you still want to fuck me?" "Forever." "Make me orgasm!" Sandra took hold of Jeanette's left hand, put it up between her chunky thighs and pushed her back and forth, masturbating her. Jeanette continued to flick back and forth in her cunt, driving herself to distraction. Sandra moved her hands up to Jeanette's protruding urine-filled abdomen and finally stopped pissing. Her palms pushed into its distended mass, making Jeanette whimper. Sandra thought of the growing pregnancy that she had planted inside her lover and wondered how they would explain it when she started to show in public, and instinctively she began to masturbate herself by thrusting around and gyrating her engorged penis where it was bruising Jeanette's anus. Roatating her hips with increasing vigour Sandra gratuitously pushed, slowly at first, around the rectum to masturbate herself. She was causing the pressurized liquid to slosh in Jeanette's distended belly, and her huge penis-head rotated and pushed the straining, already impaled, sphincter to breaking point as it shot out more stabbing aching bursts of pain into Jeanette's butalised hole, and she cried out over and over again in sheer agony, "Shit, Shit, oh God, it hurts, you're ruining me, oh fuck, you're ruining me! BABY!!!" Sandra moved her hands and grabbed Jeanette's hips tightly, digging her fingers into them in frantic ecstasy, she approached orgasm, jolting, thrashing and tugging, and rotating her pelvis, causing her cock to rotate and push inside her woman's aching rectum as Jeanette rubbed herself into a frenzy, writhing with her anus in sheer pain and her cunt electric and crying out for more, MORE! The throbbing in Sandra's rod was intolerable, the build up of cum was pushing her girth wider and wider. It was driving her wild and straining the eye of her cock as she tried to prolong her pleasure and hold out for longer. She took her left hand and pulled frantically at her shaft, wanking like crazy. The end embedded tight inside Jeanette, she masturbated herself to the finish, dragging at it, pulling Jeanette back and forth. Sandra couldn't hold it a moment longer and with one final incredibly violent thrust she reached orgasm and rammed her cock forward with such massive force that Jeanette screamed and her anus convulsed as Sandra's full 14 inches disappeared up Jeanette's rectum and crashed into her insides making her scream and scream and scream as if she were on fire. Jeanette's whole body fitted in spasm after spasm, jerking around on her lesbian lover's monster cock in more pain than she could handle. As Sandra had orgasm after orgasm, pumping masses of semen into Jeanette as she screamed and clawed at the wall, searching for something to grip on to, the pressure of the urine and the massive dick pushed out Jeanette's abdomen with such force that she looked six months pregnant, maybe more. In contraction after brutal contraction, with Sandra still writhing in her anus, Jeanette's legs gave way beneath her and she went down like a lead-weight, falling backward onto Sandra as she orgasmed again. Sandra tried to stop her falling, but they landed heavily in the bottom of the bath; Sandra breaking the fall as she sat down heavily and Jeanette, still wildly spasming, went down with all her weight on top of Sandra's cock causing it to ram up her rectum with such force that it hit her spine and she screamed and yelled out louder than she though possible. She uncontrollably thrust herself back as if with a thousand volts, screaming in pain and lying straight in the bath on top of Sandra. She was bucking and jerking uncontrollably and yelling out, her eyes rolled back in hear head, she stopped breathing, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't see. The spasms ravished her entire abused body until eventually she stopped convulsing, and then hardly moving, and in exhaustion and agony, she silently rolled onto her side, with Sandra still inside her anus. She felt sick, and sobbed quietly, curling her body up slightly; her position was as foetal as the narrow bath would allow. Without even having the energy or the will to control her muscles anymore, she lay there in the steamy mist with tears running down her face, sobbing pitifully and uncontrollably urinating on herself and Sandra. Sandra kissed the back of her neck, "I'm pulling out now, Sweetie," and moved her hand down, pulling her increasingly flaccid dick out of Jeanette's now gaping rectum. With a short tug the head came out with a "pop" sending a final shooting pain through Jeanette as she let out a last groan, and the litres of hot urine and lumps of thick cum gushed out of her distended abdomen, through her anus, onto Sandra's legs and toward the plug-hole. Sandra leaned over to spoon Jeanette, and cupped her now flat belly with her hand and kissed her back. "That was amazing." whispered Jeanette, "I can't fucking move." She gazed toward the ceiling. "My anus is so much tighter than my cunt, sweetie. It hurts so much. And I'm sure you're growing again..." She trailed off and waited for the monstrously-hung lesbian to reply, knowing that this worried Sandra immensely, "I'm sure that I am, babe. ... It's getting so heavy, and nearly impossible to hide." And they lay there soaked in cum and piss, slowly and rhythmically humping in the bathroom mist, cradling one another, and their unborn child. Sandra Impregnates Jeanette Ch. 03 The doctor lifter her left leg up toward her chest and fitted her swollen ankle into the stirrup, then he walked to the other side of the maternity bed and manouvred her right leg with a shove into its stirrup so that she sat only slightly reclined from the upright position, her pregnant belly protruding to touch the insides of her thick, muscular thighs, and her moist pink vagina exposed and open between her splayed legs. Jeanette's pregnancy bump was a sea of stretch marks and she was very very sore. " You cannot be only four months pregnant, my dear. You are clearly more than that. Look at how very large you've become! Why have you not come for a scan before now? You need to know that your babies are healthy, and I worry because I can't feel their positions accurately with my hands alone." Jeanette tried to hide her surprise. She and Sandra had come to the conclusion that she had swollen with excess pregnancy fluids in the unusually hot summer, or some such abnormality, while they procrastinated and plucked up the courage to seek a medical opinion, knowing they might have to explain...themselves. More than one foetus? They had only joked about twins. He took his gloved hands and prodded around her soft receptive cervix, frowning as he did so. "I would expect, judging only by your size that you would have begun to dilate just a little bit by now." There was a knock at the door. The doctor draped a thin blanket covering Jeanette's opened vagina and over her wide knees, and waved the nurse in with the ultrasound machine. "Change position or stay as you are, dear? .. Staying there? Right-o!" Chimed the nurse. She opened the top of the tube and squirted the cold jelly over Jeanette's hugely distended pregnant belly. The cold of the clear congealed liquid caused her pregnant pussy to tighten and then release. Jeanette was horny as hell, and the impromptu massage exacerbated-her-need-to-be-masturbated. She suddenly craved to have the sterile gloop rubbed frantically down between her thighs where her pulsating clitoris yearned. She wanted it to be pushed up inside her tight hole; aggressive and hard. Jeanette wanted the nurse to take her prim and delicate little fingers and masturbate her mercilessly, as Jeanette became aroused and looser and her cunt began to gape. She envisaged the young pert little nurse thrusting her hand inside, eventually working up to fisting her, thrusting up between the bulging pregnant cunt flaps, watching her wrist disappear inside the heavily pregnant dyke's belly and causing it to sway up and down, bouncing into her breasts as she thrashed and groaned. She imagined the fist clenched and moving up inside her, screaming in pain as it pressed hard on the walls of her vagina, almost reaching the heavy and uncomfortable, pregnancy inside her, as the tremendous weight of her belly lurched around on top. Each thrust and jerking withdrawal pounding down on her lower abdomen. She imagined the force of her straining womb slapping against the top of her muscular legs and internally banging into the top of her vagina, causing her to approach orgasm, making her moan and cry out, and start to cum. Jeanette thought about the overweight doctor climbing astride her face and thrusting his hardened penis down her throat as the nurse drove her harder and harder. Forced to splutter and gag as he held himself inside her head with his weight as she tried to scream for him to stop. All the while her obscenely massive four-month pregnancy stopping her from resisting. For reasons unknown to Jeanette, she suddenly wanted to be brutally violated right there in that vulnerable position with her thighs pushed wide open, as she caressed her lubricated and swelling pregnant gut. But no sooner had she begun to fantasize than Jeanette's mind turned to what Sandra would make of her like this: sitting on a hospital bed, all slimy, impregnated and horny, with her legs ratcheted apart in mock-medieval torture and her tender cunt bared for all to see. She'd fuck the brains out of me!, thought Jeanette with a smile. She thought of her lover's monstrous cock. It had continued to grow larger and heavier. And her thoughts turned to concern for Sandra, who found it increasingly burdensome to carry her fat, gradually growing, penis around in her straining underwear if she wore a dress. She found it now incredibly difficult to conceal in public situations and often just let it dangle down one leg of her baggy jeans, hoping that she wouldn't have to run or walk quickly. "Gasps!!" The nurse and the doctor looked at each other. They scrutinized the screen. Ran the ultrasound again and again. Disbelief. Panic. More staring into the screen. Then gazing, shocked, at their bewildered and enormously pregnant patient. Jeanette arrived home that evening, limping as she lugged her bulging pregnant mass up the stairs one step at a time (gravity was not being kind this evening), her hands clasped tight to support the weight of her ...news. She was more than glad that all this had happened, so far, over the long summer break and that consequently her department and fellow grad students hadn't been alerted to the state of her "developing condition": A proudly butch, macho bull-dyke, becoming distressingly round and maternal, heavily impregnated by her obscenely massive-penised lesbian lover, abnormally bloated, permanently sore, leaking from between her swollen legs and struggling to walk. She had stayed at the hospital for test all afternoon, and knew she must break her news to Sandra, as yet unsure of her own reaction to it, never mind the reaction of her bump's father-mother. The door to her flat was off the latch. Sandra rushed over to her as she waddled over the threshold with her large t-shirt straining to contain her, one hand under her pregnant belly and the other steadying herself on the door-frame. She was sweating a little and the moisture from her heaving chest ran in beads down her enlarged bosom and made it appear that she had begun to lactate. "Well sweetie, tell me. I've been so worried." She eased the pregnant woman over onto the bed and gently removed her shirt, easing it up over her straining pregnant stomach, over her warm sweaty breasts and carefully over her head, then Sandra pulled Jeanette's sweat-pants down just enough to free the base of her marked and protruding abdomen, kissing it as she did so. She slipped her slender hand into her pregnant partner's underwear and played teasingly with her labia, breaking to tease her fattened clit between her thumb and fore-finger, sucking lightly on her distended navel whilst Jeanette relaxed a little and regained her breath. "God Jea, I love you so much." She did, her insides, her whole being ached for her when she wasn't near. The breadcrumb of a smile tossed across the room could cure...anything. "I hope so" and paused, as Sandra continued to suck slowly, making Jeanette moisten below. "The scan showed up why I've swollen so big. It's not fluid, babe...." Sandra stopped licking the heavily pregnant bump and looked up. She continued to massage Sandra's cunt, for reassurance, she thought. "How serious is it?" Concerned. "It's something to do with an unexpected hormonal reaction in my ovaries to something in the sperm. It caused them to release more eggs when your semen reached the womb." Jeanette, her head and upper torso propped up on the pillows, looked down between her large drooping breasts, her hands cradling her stretched bump. "I'm definitely four months pregnant," she hesitated and took a deep breath, "but growing inside me ...there are thirteen babies!" Sandra was dumbstruck. "The Doc. says I'll have to carry them to full term, because there are so many different arteries, nerves and cords running to and from the babies inside of me that intervention to deliver early is just to risky for complications." "I afraid sweetie. You'll have to look after me. I'm going to get enormous." --------------------- It was the second week in October, the day that term commenced, and the campus was buzzing again with student life. The undergraduates had returned from vacation and the postgrads increasingly ventured outside their various monastic summer isolations. Jeanette was barely into the sixth month of her unnatural lesbian pregnancy, and the strain of carrying a freakish thirteen developing babies inside of her young, inexperienced womb was really showing. She lay as far on her side as her uncomfortable, spherically impregnated condition would allow, and all too consciously she let the fleeting seconds hurry past as the sky gradually lightened. She felt Sandra's soft, warm breathing on her back as she lay awkwardly with her hard, round, enormously pregnant stomach taking up much of the double bed. It was the size of one of those giant super-sized adult space-hoppers, probably larger, and it was covered in a throbbing, angry network of purple and red arteries. Sleeping in her condition was akin to being anchored to a boulder by some point deep inside of her. She was already becoming increasingly incontinent and lay saturated in a cold wet puddle of her own urine. "You awake, Jea?" "Nope" "You want breakfast?" "Nope" "You gotta eat, babe. You need your strength. 'Specially today," Jeanette cast her eyes down over the huge, swollen mass that her pregnant belly had become. Her right leg, which rested on the side of her painfully distended stomach, was pushed upright by the sheer size of her swollen abdomen, at a right-angle to her left leg. Her pelvis pulsed with a constant dull ache. Over the difficult last couple of months it had been gradually, painfully, deformed by the sheer weight of her impregnated womb and the babies growing inside of her, pushing it outward and opening her legs so that she now walked with a permanent rocking gait; her upper legs jutting out frog-like beneath her, and causing her to squat awkwardly when she stood still. Her monstrous pregnancy had grown to be more than her own body-weight and she could no longer stand and support it without a combination of a steel back-brace fitted to a huge papoose-like sling. She hadn't seen her own feet in months. "I can't face them. I just can't. I can physically do this, sure, but mentally...I'm embarrassed. I feel shame." "Sweet-heart, you just have to remember that you're pregnant and that you got pregnant the same way millions of other women get pregnant. Naturally. You have a cunt. I have a dick. End of story." "But just LOOK at me Sand! I'm so big I can barely walk. I'm a freak! Everyone will stare and whisper!" "Girl, you have to show up, or you'll lose your funding. Come on, lets get you up." Sandra slid out naked from under the sheets, the dead weight of her monster-penis lolled heavily between her feminine legs as she daintily slid to the edge of the bed. It swung down like a plumb-line, slapping into her slender thighs as she stood up. The weight of it tugged at her groin and bumped against her huge testicles. Un-aroused, it was fourteen inches in length now, two inches thick even when flaccid, and it weighed a good couple of kilos. It hung there like a third leg. Moving around the bed to see the front of her hugely impregnated lover she pulled the sheets off to reveal the full enormity of the pregnant bull-dyke's pitiful condition. She looked like a bloated stranded hippo; her head and limbs were just accessories to the grotesque impregnation that had taken over her struggling torso. Jeanette resembled a macho builder with massive breasts having been glued to a blimp. Their eyes met and Jeanette smiled wryly. Sandra returned a loving glance. "I'm wet" Sandra heard and reached over, lifting Jeanette's right leg in the air. There was a strong smell. "You've shat yourself pretty badly again, too." "I didn't feel it. How bad?" There's a lot, but it's fairly solid. Looks healthy..." Sandra leaned back to see Jeanette's reaction. Peering over the desperately swollen belly she caught Jeanette's eye and grinned widely. Jeanette smiled, uncomfortable and exhausted by her situation, but her hormones made her horny as she had ever been. Sandra crawled up on the bed and reached her other hand down, taking her limp cock and angling the tip toward Jeanette's shit-covered buttocks. It was smeared thick all over her undercarriage and down the insides of her large thighs. There really was a lot. Sandra, with her fourteen inch monster-cock flaccid in her hand started to gently, rhythmically rub its whole serpentine length up and down between Jeanette's legs, pressing it against her whole undercarriage. Jeanette moaned and lifted her leg out of the way as she felt her clit begin to harden and prickle with anticipation, barely able to participate further due to her extreme condition. Her vagina started to moisten as Sandra began to press harder. Jeanette felt her lesbian lover's girth grow in-between her pussy lips and gasped as the familiar, sensuous erotic tingling pulsed deeper inside her vagina, relaxing and preparing to be entered. Sandra was hard now and scooped a huge lump of warm shit from Jeanette's anal opening making Jeanette moan in satisfaction, and caked it onto her erect penis. She roughly masturbated herself with it, encasing her penis in her two hands and moving frantically up and down. The beastly four inch wide head, covered in brown muck, swelled and throbbed on top of sixteen inches of solid, engorged meat. Filled with red hot blood, Sandra's huge woman-penis could barely stay pointing upward under its own weight, as she felt the awesome pounding in her aching groin. She was so horny at the sight of her pregnant butch lover, looking like a monstrously pregnant bloke, lying stranded, helpless, after shitting all over herself in the night, that Sandra could barely control herself. "Oh God, don't tease me! Fuck me deep with my own sorry, disgusting, incontinent shit!" Breathed Jeanette heavily, rubbing her free hand hard over the side of her straining pregnancy. The push of her hand pressed her womb into her pelvic area, turning her on, and she began to sensually and slowly thrust into the air, hoping to meet Sandra's engorged cock. Sandra lined herself up ready to enter...