New life

by deus9000

This is a story of pregnancy and birth in unusual circumstances. It also concerns my 'unusual' transformation from a young boy into a parent. 
I'll start at the beginning.
When I was 14 years old, I was just like any other teenage boy - horny, but still inexperienced in life. I lusted after all the other sexy pubescent girls at school. Like most other guys, I'd never actually had sex, but that didn't stop us from talking about it amongst ourselves as though we had. I had a girlfriend, Sarah, who sometimes let me feel her up, and once even gave me a handjob, but that was the limit of my sexual experience. Except for masturbation, that is. Every boy does it, after all.
It was at about this time that I was starting to mature psychologically. One day whilst I was jerking off, The image of another guy came into my mind. To my shock, I wasn't disgusted. Rather, I was a little turned on. After doing it a few more times, I came to realize that I wasn't exclusively heterosexual. Bisexual, in fact. 
I had a fairly stable family life. My mum and dad both had steady regular jobs, and I had an older sister and brother who were both at college, so I was alone most of the time at home. 
Eventually, Sarah and I had sex - we were 14. Unfortunately, we didn't use protection, and she ended up pregnant. She had an abortion, but her parents found out, and she wasn't allowed to see me anymore. I was pretty upset for a few months.
Then one day, a new kid arrived at school and my life was changed forever. His name was Dante, and he was hot. I mean seriously hot. I knew I was bisexual at the time, so I could appreciate the fact that Dante was the single most sexy guy I had ever laid eyes on. I tried for weeks to get up the nerve to go and talk to him. Eventually, we were put on the same team for basketball, and I found myself alone with him in the equipment room one lunchtime. Slowly I worked up the nerve to talk to him.
"Hey.... Dante." My body was shaking, he was so sexy. I introduced myself.
He turned to look at me. I looked into his eyes. I was entranced. It was as though he could see into my soul with those eyes. When he smiled at me, it seemed to warm my whole body, tingling with excitement.
"Hi." he said. "My name's Dante. It looks like we'll be on the same team together". He smiled again and offered his hand. I shook it, even though my hand must have been trembling terribly. His skin was so perfect and his hand felt so strong! 
We chatted for a few minutes. He said how he was from a city a few miles away, and his dad had gotten a new job in town so he had moved with his family. I told him about myself and my family. It turned out that we shared a lot of similar interests, like skateboarding and football, as well as video games and sci-fi movies/books. I invited him around to my place after school. To my joy, he said yes.
Later that afternoon, I was nervously awaiting his arrival at my house. My parents wouldn't be home until late, so I had some time alone with him. When he arrived, we sat down and played the playstation for a while. We started talking about girls and relationships. I told him about Sarah, and he told me about the girlfriend he had been forced to leave when he moved away. We finished playing, and he came up to my room. I let him play my computer while I went to the toilet. I was shaking as I finished my business and washed my hands - he was such and incredible guy! Mature and intelligent for a 14 year-old. I made my way back into my room. But when I got there I remembered something - I had left some of my porn videos on the desktop. Worse - a couple of them were gay videos. Dante looked at me.
"So you're into other guys?" he said cautiously. 
"It's not what it looks like!" I blurted. "I don't know how they got there! Honest!" My face must have been red as a tomato at the time. 
Instead of being outraged, Dante simply smiled at me. "It's okay, I know how you feel. Sometimes I feel the same way." 
This force of this revelation nearly knocked me out. 
"You mean...... you like guys too?" I stammered. 
"Yes, I do." Dante replied. He stood up and walked over to me.
"Do....do you like me to?" I ventured, as embarrassed as I had ever been. Looking back, it sounded incredible corny and pathetic.
"Actually, yes" Dante replied, placing his hand on my shoulder. My brain was working at a million miles an hour. I looked down at his body, at his jeans, and imagined the long piece of meat that must have been just beneath. Instantly, I formed a gigantic hard-on. I placed my hand on his chest and rubbed it - he was strong and muscular, with thick biceps and tight abs. He was about the same height as me, although is was slightly skinnier. I leaned forward and kissed him. He responded in kind. That was the beginning.
We stripped off our clothes and I sat him on the bed. I keeled on the floor and sucked his cock, which was truly enormous, at least 10 inches in length, and several inches around. It tasted fantastic, and I loved the feel of he warm sausage between my lips and inside my mouth. I'd never sucked a cock before, but I discovered it wasn't at all difficult. Eventually, he ejaculated, moaning in delight and sending warm waves of semen into my mouth. I swallowed most of it. It was salty, yet sweet as well, with a delicious texture. 
We switched positions. He then blew me, sucking my cock until I orgasmed, sending semen into his body. We collapsed side-by-side on the bed, in a warm embrace. His naked body felt fantastic on mine. After half an hour of soft fondling, Dante proclaimed that he was ready for some more action. He wanted to fuck me. I was so in love with him at that time that I couldn't say no, even though in retrospect it might have been wise to.
"I don't have any STD, and It's not like you'll get pregnant or anything!" he said. I knew he was right after all. He placed pillows under my ass and lifted up my legs, exposing my asshole. He then fucked me. It was an amazing experience, having almost a foot of cock rammed up my tiny anus. It hurt a fair bit, but the feeling of his thighs slapping against by butt-cheeks as he pushed deeper and deeper into my virgin ass more than made up for any pain. Eventually, he blew his load inside me. I'll say right now that I was had no idea what that would feel like, and I still can't describe it to this day. Phenomenal is probably the best word. He let his cock go soft inside my ass, before he collapsed onto my chest. Panting for breath, my head spinning, I just laid there for what seemed like hours, just loving the feel of his soft skin. 
Eventually, we got up, cleaned up and dressed before my parents would arrive. After he left, I laid back on the sofa and sighed. I could barely believe that I had just had sex with the hottest guy in the world, in my own bedroom, with my parents capable of arriving anytime! They didn't seem to suspect anything when they walked in, except to ask why I was looking so happy. 

Life was fairly normal for the next couple of months, or at least, as normal as life can be for someone in such an unusual and sensual relationship. Dante and I became best friends at school, and we fucked occasionally. I especially liked giving him a blowjob in the gym showers, with the rest of the team only a few walls away. It was incredibly sexual! 
But then things started to get weird. I started to get slight pains in my chest and stomach. I noticed that my stomach seemed to poke out a bit more than usual. I assumed it must have been too much food, and thought nothing of it. But despite exercise, it didn't seem to go away. Rather, it seemed to increase in size. Fortunately, nobody else seemed to notice it, as it would have only poked out an inch at maximum. But I did notice a slight wobble when I was playing sport, and it seemed to be getting stronger.
As Dante and I had sex, I began to notice that my asshole seemed more sensitive when he fucked me than it had at first. Whilst our first sex had been good, lately it had been even better. It felt fantastic every time he rammed his cock into my ass! I took to massaging it at other times, such as in the shower, or when I was masturbating, sometimes even in school classes when I was bored. Fortunately, nobody seemed to notice. 
About 3 months after we had first had sex however, I began to get the feeling that the extra fat around my gut was not going to go away. It was starting to become noticeable, and my shorts and pants were starting to feel tight. I told my mum, and she took me to see a doctor. The doctor said it was simply a slight hormonal imbalance that was causing localized weight gain, and game me some drugs to take to correct it. But it didn't go away. 
Several weeks later, my gut was even bigger, poking out 3-4 inches from the rest of my abdomen. Dante didn't know what to think of it. I was starting to get worried, but at least our sex had never been better. My asshole was on fire every time he fucked me! 
My parents and school friends were noticing my weight gain. I began to find it difficult to play basketball, and eventually stopped altogether. My mum took me to the doctor's a couple more times, and he gave me some more drugs, but none of them seemed to help. In addition to all this, I had developed quite an appetite recently. My mum blamed this for my weight gain, but I couldn't help it. Besides, my belly seemed to be the only place where I was gaining fat, other than my thighs and ass of course. My lower legs and torso were just as they had always been. Of course, the sex wasn't getting any worse, and Dante seemed to like rubbing my belly and squeezing my rounder ass as he fucked me. My asshole was getting more sensitive by the week. I could almost orgasm from being fucked alone without having my penis touched in any way! 
I had been seeing Dante for about 4 months when my gut's size began swelling faster than before. It was now very visible, and I couldn't hide it from anyone anymore. My parents took me to the hospital for an inspection and MRI. Afterwards, I heard the doctors and my parents arguing amongst themselves as I lay on the trolley in the the outpatient's room. A short time after, one of the doctors came in with my parents. It was then that I learned the truth.

The doctors told me that they had seen something unusual in my scans. I was worried that it might have been a tumor at first, but they didn't think so. They told me that it looked more like a collection of fetuses. I was stunned. They told me that it looked as though I was somehow pregnant with multiple babies! They asked me all sorts of questions, understandably, considering that what was happening to me was supposed to be impossible. I bit the bullet and told them about my relationship with Dante and the sex that we'd been having lately. My parents were understandably shocked by this. My dad was angry, and declared that I was no longer allowed to see Dante. I countered by threatening to leave home. After a fair bit of shouting, my dad backed down. I've got to say, they were upset for a little while, but they soon realized that I was going to need help throughout all of this. They took me out of school. They allowed Dante to move in with us, seeing as how he was probably the father of the children and his parents were pretty upset with him. The doctors couldn't count exactly how many babies were in my abdomen, but it seemed like quite a few. 

Throughout the 5th month of my pregnancy my belly continued to expand. Eventually, the shock of what was happening to me set in, and I was forced to come to terms with just how much my life had changed. I was now desperately pregnant, out of school, gaining weight, and slowly losing mobility. What's more, I was scared. Scared of what was happing to me, and filled with fear about how far this would go and how it would end. I cried some nights, curled up on the sofa, worried sick about what was going on, clutching my growing belly and cursing whatever god had caused this to happen. Dante was terrific throughout all of these times though. He held me, comforted me, and reassured me that he would be there throughout the term. His soft touch and gently kisses were what made the whole thing bearable. 
Throughout that month, I was hungry as well. Most likely it was because of my need to feed my babies as well as myself, but I was also hungry for sex. My asshole had steadily increased in sensitivity, and I was always hungry or cock. There never seemed to be anything quite so filling and satisfying as one of Dante's loads. Suffice to say, his cock was one of my great comforts through that dark time. I loved sucking it, or feeling it burst into my asshole. I swallowed every time. In turn, Dante sucked my own cock and let me fuck him, although it was becoming more difficult due to my steadily increasing girth. 
By now, my pants and underwear no longer fit me. Rather than be constantly buying more clothes in larger sizes to accommodate me as I grew, my parents instead got me several large maternity dresses that I could wear over my body. I would have to go without underwear, but that would be okay, as I wasn't going to go out in public (except for the backyard and the doctor's) and we lived in a warm climate. I must admit that I looked fairly ridiculous at first, with my flat chest and large belly underneath a pale blue dress that slid over my belly, but it felt truly fantastic! I could walk about with relative freedom, and the long length of the dress (which came down to my knees) preserved my modesty. Dante in particular loved lifting up the rear of the skirt of the dress and fucking me from behind, with the dress still over my chest and torso. The dress had long sleeves that I was often forced to roll up due to the heat of our passion. 
The 6th month was quite relaxing for me. I didn't really have to do anything other than sleep and eat. School occasionally sent homework to do, but it was never very much. I enjoyed lying on the deck chairs in the backyard in the sun with my large belly on top of me, simply relaxing and soaking up rays. Occasionally, when nobody was looking, I'd lift up my skirt and masturbate, fingering my asshole and ejaculating onto the lawn. It was quite blissful. But during that month, I began to notice another change in my body. My chest began to feel quite tight, and I often woke up with a slight soreness and redness to my nipples and skin.
One morning I noticed a slight wobble in my chest as I walked. I noticed a slight puffiness to my nipples and my man-boobs seemed further off my chest than usual. They also seemed more sensitive than they had before. Dante and I soon incorporated vigorous breast massage into our lovemaking routine. By the end of the 6th month, my boobs had definitely grown. They were probably a b-cup, and definitely more sensitive. My belly, on the other hand, was considerably larger. It was now 5 inches above my chest and growing. I now had several maternity dresses, and the skirt was sitting quite comfortably over my belly. What's more, my boobs were starting to not look out of place on the chest of the dresses (although they were clearly designed with room to grow). My belly was now able to form a natural support for my ass when Dante was fucking me. My asshole had continued to grow more sensitive, and now appeared puffy around the rim. Dante could bring me to orgasm in no time at all by fucking me up the ass or gently licking it.  
The 7th month came and went. My boobs and belly were now growing more rapidly. By the end of the month, my breasts had swollen up to F-cups, and my belly was 7 inches off my abdomen. It was also WIDE! I could no longer see my genitals, and the belly seemed to obscure my view of my upper legs as well. Of course, my boobs would have prevented me from seeing much anyway, but it was big nonetheless. I must admit, the breast growth took me somewhat by surprise at its speed and intensity. But they felt absolutely SUPERB! The giant mounds of flesh were topped by large nipples that were spectacularly sensitive. When Dante sucked on them, squeezing his lips over their soft flesh, I was in heaven! I loved squeezing them myself, feeling my fingers and hands slide over their smooth, soft flesh. During the days, I would lie on the sofa and hug them close to my face, shivering with delight and gently tweaking the nipples. When I hugged them, they formed a very impressive cleavage, and they were quite a handful at times, due to a tenancy to slide through my arms and flop down on my belly. When I stood naked in the mirror, I was quite a sight! My face was slowly becoming more feminine, and I had let my hair grow longer so that it was now down to the base of my neck. The two giant, pale milky white orbs of flesh on my chest dominated the picture along with my enormous belly. Atop each tit was a large brown nipple that stoop up slightly from the rest of the flesh. Seeing myself like this was enough to give me an instant hard-on. It sounds stupid, but I honestly looked sexy! 
My gigantic boobs now filled up the maternity dresses quite well. I spent most of my time outside in the sun, lying on my back on the deck chairs in the sun. I would frequently massage my chest and belly, feeling the warmth spread throughout my body. I was just as hungry for cock as ever, and my tits added another dimension to our lovemaking. I would lie on my back, belly pointed towards the ceiling whilst Dante would squat on top of me, gently lowering himself up and down on and off my cock whilst massaging my tits with his hands. The feeling of having his cock sliding up over my belly was fantastic! My large, soft ass and thighs felt fantastic as he fucked me from behind as well.
By the end of the 8th month, I was quite a sight to behold. My belly was now much bigger - at least 12 inches off my abdomen, and easily the size of a small beach ball. But my breasts had continued to grow as well! They were now at least J-cups, and were monstrously large on my chest. They even managed to remain firm and smooth as they flopped down onto my belly, sitting on the soft round skin like cantaloupes. By now, the chest sections of most of my maternity dresses were inadequate to cope with the large amount of flesh they were required to contain, so my parents bought new ones (they were astonished by the amount of growth - they'd never seen tits the size of mine). At this point, I was finding it very difficult to move about. Even the simple act of getting out of bed in the morning took a large amount of effort! I literally had to 'roll' off the bed onto my knees and push myself up off the floor, all the while avoiding slapping my enormous tits against each other or my belly. They even hit me in the face once when I wasn't concentrating. Of course, by now they were large enough to suck, and I did so frequently! It felt fantastic to have my lips against their smooth, soft skin, gently tickling the areola with my tongue. When Dante and I had sex, they were now the focal point of his attentions (even though my asshole was now more sensitive than ever!). I would lie on my belly (which supported me off the bed or floor) and allow him to fuck my ass from behind, whilst he lay across my back and reached around to massage my boobs. It was truly spectacular sex! 
To be honest, at this time I felt like a blimp. My belly was huge, and, along with my tits, dominated me totally. Moving about was such a struggle that I began to cut back on it. I was starting to wonder when it was all going to end! How big was I going to get? How large would my boobs grow? How many babies would I give birth to? How would I give birth for that matter? 
These were all troubling questions. I had plenty of time to think about the answers though. The doctors seemed to think that the babies were progressing naturally, and were about 8 months along. 
To be honest, whilst it was uncomfortable being so large and helpless and all the activities that had become more difficult, part of me really loved the feeling of being so enormously pregnant! My soft skin felt fantastic, and i loved the feeling I got when I massaged my belly, feeling the tiny babies kicking inside. And my boobs of course, were truly a wonder! I began to feel that pregnancy was not such a bad thing after all, especially if the sex felt as good as it did during it! 

The final month of my pregnancy was incredible. My appetite had grown tremendously over the final month, and I was eating very large quantities of food. As a result, my belly ballooned! a week before the due date, it was probably at least 2 feet out from the rest of my torso, and very, very wide and heavy. I checked my weight, and discovered that I was more than a hundred kilograms! No wonder I was having such difficulty walking. My ass and thighs had swollen as well (I discovered that my hips had widened quite considerably to accommodate my enormous belly) and were now thick and muscular. Dante was particularly positive about this fact when he was fucking me from behind (any other way was almost impossible now!).
My boobs were another issue altogether. Unsurprisingly, they weren't content to stop growing at j-cups, and had continued to swell to the point that they must have been P-cups! Of course at this point, mere letters are not really adequate to describe the size of my enormous tits. They were the size of watermelons. Not small ones either! They were truly massive. When I was on all fours, they almost touched the floor! They were thick and juicy, and felt absolutely fantastic! I could scarcely wrap my arms around them anymore! Of course, walking was almost impossible now, as there was simply too much of me, and when I did, the wobbling was extreme. I loved using my tits as big, soft, smooth pillows to rest on however. In addition, I could now eat by placing a tray of food on my tits and eating off it. I barely fitted into the largest of my maternity dresses anymore, and when I put them on, I could feel the fabric stretching over my breasts, struggling to accommodate their immensity. The skirts now barely came halfway down my thighs, as they had to stretch over my immense belly. AS a consequence, I spent most of my time naked inside, resting. The babies seemed to have an enormous appetite as well, as I was almost permanently hungry. 
Sex with Dante had to be adjusted to accommodate my immense bulk. We would lie for hours in a 69 position, with me on top, resting on my belly and boobs, gently sucking his enormous cock, whilst he fingered and sucked me. It must have felt very strange to have that enormous belly in front of his face, resting on his chest as he sucked me off. But I didn't enjoy the sex any less. If anything, it was even more enjoyable. My ass was tremendously sensitive. It seemed as though I had a clitoris inside my anus, by the amount of pleasure it gave me when he fingered, licked and fucked it. We literally had sex for hours every day. I was a little concerned that Dante might not think I was sexy anymore, thanks to my huge size. But he firmly denied feeling that way. If anything, he said, he though I was even sexier now that I was tremendously voluptuous and fertile. My parents were surprisingly good about the whole thing, although I think they thought it would be a relief when I finally gave birth. 
Finally, one day, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. I quickly rushed to the toiler (no mean feat for someone with a belly bigger than large beach balls!) in time to feel my water break. Fluid streamed out of my anus into the bowl. I yelled for Dante and he phoned an ambulance. Within an hour, I was in the delivery room, my belly straining with contractions. The doctors explained that my anus had formed a linked passage with the womb that had mysteriously formed in my abdomen, which split shortly down the passage to anus with the usual passage that linked to the colon. I would have to push the babies out through my anus. 
Dante was right there with me as pain racked my body. Slowly, I felt a shifting inside my belly. I could feel a large object moving down my rectum passage. I pushed, my body exploding with pain and effort. Sweat poured down my face as I pushed out the first of my children. The doctor exclaimed that the head had appeared as my anus stretched. I moaned in pain and delight as it passed my anus. Finally, the doctor pulled out the baby. I relaxed slightly, gasping for breath, covered in sweat.
"You did it!" Dante exclaimed. "It's a baby girl!" there was a huge grin on his face. I could scarcely believe it - I was a mother! 
"We're not done yet!" the doctor said. "There's quite a few more to go!" I felt another baby shift inside me.
Time and time again, I pushed and strained, feeling the agony and ecstasy as I delivered another baby into the world. It seemed to take hours and hours (and it probably did), but finally, It was over. I had lost count of the number of children I had borne, so I asked.
"Dante, how many were there?" I panted, gasping for air, a feeling of tremendous relief washing over me, as the placenta was pulled out of my anus.
"12 honey. 12 healthy babies!" he beamed at me. "Here, hold one of them." He passed me one of the children, wrapped in a soft towel. I've got to say, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It cooed softly as I held it to my body. I'm sure I cried right then an there in happiness. I was a mother of twelve beautiful babies. I looked down at my body. My breasts were still just as enormous as they had been before, but my belly was back to its original size and shape. I patted it gently, having forgotten what a flat belly felt like. Dante leaned over and kissed me passionately. We were a family now. 

The nurses transferred me to a hospital bed where I could be more comfortable with my babies. It wasn't long before another change occurred to me. My breasts became firm and slightly tender and sore. As I squeezed one of them, I saw the fabric around my nipple become damp. I realized that I was lactating! 
I took on of my children (there were 5 boys and 7 girls) and pulled oven the front of the dress, exposing my right breast. I placed the baby girl's face next to my nipple and she instinctively wrapped her lips around it and started sucking gently. It was the most sensual, beautiful feeling I had ever had. There I was, breastfeeding my tiny girl from my enormous tits. The sensation of having my boob sucked was fantastic! The pressure and soreness seemed to fade away as she slowly drew milk from it. I plopped out my other boob and took a second baby (a boy this time) up to it. He too gently sucked the milk from the breast. 
I don't know how long I lay there, gently breastfeeding two babies at a time. But time didn't really seem to matter right then. Eventually, I'd fed all the babies and my breasts were dry once more (although still the size of watermelons!). 

The press got wind of the story of a man giving birth to 12 babies and the reporters finally came around. For a couple of weeks, Dante and I were celebrities. I left hospital and started tending to the babies full time with Dante. I sod my story to a paper for several million dollars, which then went into an investment account. I used the dividends to pay for all the things I needed to look after my new family. Looking after 12 babies, we discovered, is a full-time job. I didn't really mind though, as they were my children, and I had become extremely attached to them. It quickly became obvious why I had developed such enormous breasts. I needed them to feed the dozen tiny mouths several times per day! My appetite didn't diminish as I ate to produce enough milk to feel all the babies. It generally occupied most of the day, but again, I didn't really mind, as it was such a lovely feeling to be breastfeeding babies. 
I had to order a specialty bra to accommodate my boobs so that I would be able to walk around freely. Of course, with all the breastfeeding, I didn't wear it much during the day, but it was useful when I was attempting other tasks, such as laundry and cooking. For his part, Dante looked after most of the Diaper changes and cooking, but I still had to do some of the work. Of course, I was only 15 at the time, and already a mother of 12. This blissful domestic life continued for a few months.
Dante and I had continued to have sex. I was always hungry for his cock, and he was always hungry for mine. He especially like sucking on my gigantic boobs, which sat on my stomach when I was naked. Having my ass fucked was an incredible experience, as I laid on my breasts, ass in the air, feeling his massive member pound my asshole relentlessly. We used protection, of course.
But 3 months after I had given birth, I felt some cramps in my stomach yet again. I didn't know for sure until 2 months later that I was pregnant again. It seemed that the condom must have broken at some point.
My parents were somewhat distraught at the fact that I had gone and gotten knocked up again. Dante was shocked slightly, but he coped with the idea pretty well, I thought. Throughout the next 6 months, my belly once again swelled up to huge proportions. My boobs also swelled slightly, although only a couple of cup sizes, not nearly as much as before. Once again, I loved the feeling of being pregnant. As we were already celebrities, I could once again go out in public. I loved going to the beach and swimming in the water with my enormous belly and boobs floating slightly. Pregnant sex seemed to be absolutely incredible! It was as though being pregnant made every part of my body more sensitive. Dante would fuck me regularly in every place imaginable. I was horny most of the time. Of course there was always my children to look after, but I managed to feed them and mother them throughout my second pregnancy. 
Finally, my belly was up to beach-ball size, and I was ready to give birth again. I went into labor and delivered 11 babies this time. I have no idea why Dante's sperm produced so many babies, but I was so happy to be a mother again, I didn't really care. This time I had 6 boys and 5 girls. 

I'm 20 years old now. So far I've delivered 57 children. Pretty good, huh? I still don't know what exactly happened to me to make me so very fertile, but I've now come to think that it was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I still absolutely love the feeling of being pregnant, and the sex Dante and I have it nothing short of spectacular. I love being pregnant so much that we've stopped using condoms at any time. I just want to get knocked up again and again! I love having a huge belly and gigantic boobs and dozens of little babies to breastfeed. Not to mention a voluptuous figure that is the envy of thousands of women and men! Of course, looking after all of my children is a challenge, but I love them all just so much that it doesn't really seem like a chore. 
I said I was bisexual, though, and eventually Sarah left home and came around to see me. I discovered that I love female sex just as much as gay sex after seeing her (don't worry, Dante doesn't mind - in fact he joins in from time to time). Of course, right now she's 8-1/2 months pregnant with octuplets, and her breasts come down to her belly button, but hey, that's life I guess! Without a doubt, meeting Dante and his gigantic cock was the best thing that ever happened to me.