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Spa Treatment, Part 10 (Multi-Anthro TFTG Preg)
🕑 Added 2025-05-16 01:33:45 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
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When four friends break into a condemned mountain lodge spa in order to fulfil a dare, none of them could have guessed it would change their lives forever. All they have to do is dip into the waters for one hour and they will be accepted into a local fraternity, but the mutagenic run off into the spas waters will instead begin to change them into female anthro creatures! Without options, the four must find a way to turn back . . . or uncover a community of other transformed spa goers.
Chapter 10: Spa Treatment
Daisy ate a carrot as she lay happily on her side. Her litter of human-rabbit kits were clambering against her, drinking from her many nipples, her various boobs swollen with milk, though the upper pair were the only sizeable ones, still. Ned was placing a heap of delicious vegetables in a bowl before her, and about to hop off to go forage for more. She was in one of her more open burrow - she called it her ‘maternity burrow’ - one that easily allowed visitors and had a lot of natural sunlight coming through. The former sex-obsessed young man couldn’t believe how satisfied she felt now that she was a mom, but she truly did. It was like so much nervous energy had finally left her once she was confirmed to be with a litter, and she entered a beautiful state of calm the more she blew up with babies. By the end, she could barely hop her belly was so round and full, and Ned had been there every step of the way as his adorably nerdy self, constantly showering her with gifts and attention, slowly making her not just want him sexually, but fall fully in love with him.
“It’s still hard to believe you gave birth to six kids,” Roxy said, sitting cross-legged in front of her friend. “I’m having a hard time coming to terms with three!”
She rubbed her blonde-haired belly, where three little puppies kicked from within. She knew at least one was from Fawkes, but Hunter had definitely blessed her with one as well. He was ecstatic over that, but it was Fawkes that spent the most time with her. His silent presence was so comforting, and she loved how he fussed over her, bringing her meat to consume and nuzzling her belly in those quiet moments.
“Well, it’s a lot easier when your body literally wants you to make as many babies as possible,” Daisy said cheekily. She stroked the ears of one of her daughters and helped her latch. “I haven’t even named them all yet. God, I’m a mother. That’s so fucking crazy. Nearly as crazy as the fact that I want to make a whole lot more.”
“Really? More than six?”
“Rabbit, remember? Ned and I are having to make a lot of burrows. I really want to get pregnant again as soon as possible. Stupid rabbit breeding instinct, but God it’s hot. Don’t judge me!”
Roxy laughed. “I’m not! Hell, I’ve got two dads to my pups, so how can I judge?”
It was then that Selina entered. She was also cradling her baby bump, though it was more reasonably-sized.
“Meow! Look at them! They’re adorable! Can I hold one?”
“Probably not. They’re feeding, and they’ll think you’re about to eat them.”
Selina gave an embarrassed grin. “Actually, I can’t blame them thinking that. I do have the claws and teeth for it. Not that I ever would, dear!”
Daisy snorted. “Go through labor and give birth to six kits, and suddenly you’re ‘dear’ and ‘honey’ and ‘snookums.’”
“Snookums?” Roxy and Selina said as one.
“Ned.”
“Ah.”
“You’re starting to look a bit bigger in the middle too, Selina. Though not nearly as big as I was. Lucky you, dude.”
Selina cocked her hip to one side and posed like a catwoman supermodel. “What can I say? This cat carries small. Guess I’m just lucky that way. Even with twins!”
Roxy growled a little, scratching her ear as she sat. “Of course you get ‘just’ twins. And yet I look over twice as big as you with triplets!”
“Well, you’re further along, Roxy. Besides, cats are always slim. And pretty. And elegant, and refined, and-”
“And I miss when you were more of a nerd. I swear, you must have Carter wrapped around your finger.”
“Like string,” Selina boasted, rubbing her slim yet pregnant tummy.
It was then that a series of stumbles brought a fourth figure into their midst. Cursing her hooves and all her overweighted mammaries, Cassie managed her way into the burrow, using her ropey tail as a kind of counterweight to her prodigious double-set of bosoms and udder.
“Damn, would it hurt you to put in some stairs, Daisy?”
“Ask Ned!” called the rabbit-girl. “I’m kinda busy getting knocked up with his litters.”
“You’re not pregnant again, are you?”
“No. And it sucks, because I really, really, really need to be. You have no idea.”
Cassie raised one eyebrow and her tail flicked suggestively. She huffed out of her bovine nose, then lowered one hoof-hand down below her huge H-cup breasts to rub the swollen womb below. She wasn’t hugely far along, at least she shouldn’t be. Just four months or so. But evidently, even if she was only pregnant with a single baby, she was carrying big, with a large calf in her. At just four months along she looked nearly seven or eight already, and her belly button was visibly popped beneath her Holstein fur.
“I think I have some idea, Daisy.”
“Pfft, you’re just carrying one.”
“A huge one, unlike your little kits, even if they’re adorable.”
“You do look quite large,” Selina noted, extending a paw to rub her friend’s belly. “Are you sure it’s just one?”
Cassie grunted as a series of ripples occurred within her womb. Her calf was shifting position.
“Ngh! Ugh . . . pretty sure. Maybe not. I can definitely feel one set of hooves right now. Be thankful you don’t have those kicking away inside you. Jesus, I can’t believe I’m knocked up.”
“I can, the way Brett acts around you. Are you properly boyfriend and girlfriend yet?”
Roxy examined Cassie’s embarrassed response. “We’re . . . dating. I was never one to take it slow, but my prospects are limited here, so we’re getting to know one another.”
“Bet he’s happy to claim you,” Daisy joked. “I know Ned is, though he doesn’t say so outright.”
“Oh, Brett does, the dog. “No offence, Roxy.”
“None taken. Fawkes and Hunter fight over me. It’s cute.”
“Well, Brett is just all hands, right now. Or hooves, whatever. I swear, you’d think I was a cow goddess from India or something. I keep telling him it’s all his fault that my milk production is now twice as much as before, if not three times. Seriously, I’m making so much goddamn fucking milk here. I can feed a whole community.”
“You are,” Selina teased.
“And I know it. Ugh. Makes me want to put my hooves up and relax.”
Roxy frowned. “You could always take a break from your sports league management. We can go without soccer or football for a while.”
“Never,” she said. “And I’m still doing my cooking. It might even be good one day. But that’s not what I’m thinking. I’ve finally found a passion. A way to cope with all this craziness and not think about the fact that I’m gonna push out a calf out of my hooha in five months or less.”
The others leaned in, except for Daisy, who could only half-turn as she fed her kits.
“Spill, wingwoman!” she declared. “What is it?”
“Well, I’ll need your help for this, especially Roxy and Selina’s, the former nerds.”
“Hey, I’m a fabulous catgirl now!”
“Well, you’re still a nerd, just a lucky one. Basically, I’ve been talking to Helga, and part of the uncorrupted reservoir can be repurposed with time, energy, and a bit of science and materials. She’d put me in charge of the project, since she knows that milk-maker or not, I can whip people around as I want to get things done.”
Roxy panted. The mystery was exciting her canine senses. “What is it?” she asked. “Stop putting us in suspense, dude!”
“Ha, I’m not exactly a dude any longer. I’ve got boobs bigger than my own head here. But that’s just it; I’m sure we all want to relax a bit, and fuck knows that this belly and these tits - and most of all this udder - can break my back from time to time. Daisy, you were struggling by the end of your pregnancy.”
“Don’t I know it!”
“So . . . I thought we should have a relaxation centre. More specifically, our very own spa. Modelled on the one that turned us, but less mutatey, obviously.”
Roxy’s eyes went wide, as did Selina’s.
“That sounds like an amazing idea!” the dog girl said. “We can all go to the spa together, just like we planned to in the first place!”
“With a bit more fur than last time,” Selina joked.
“And babies,” added Daisy.
“And, let’s be honest,” Cassie said. “Probably a good old milk bath in my case.”
The group laughed, picturing what a turn of events this was, and yet how it would all come full circle.
“Let’s do it,” Roxie said. “I can’t wait for it already.”
“It’s not a dumb idea?”
“Not at all! Hell, even Selina will get in the water if its nice, right Selina?”
The catgirl flicked her tail. “And if I can get a saucer of milk afterwards. Cassie?”
“Hell, I’ll give out ten saucers. I can’t stop producing at this point. And I want this relaxation before I give birth.”
“When do we start?” Roxy asked.
“Well, as soon as you’re ready. Daisy, do you think you can get a break from the kits at some point in the next week?”
Daisy sighed. She could hear Ned returning. “I think so. Just give me a few days to rest and feed and for Ned to get me pregnant with bunnies again, and I’m right there.”
There was a brief pause, and then the other three erupted into laughter.
“To think,” Roxy said, “this all started with a dumb dare.”
The End
