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The Curse VII
🕑 Added 2021-11-27 22:04:13 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Phat94.
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She must have passed out at some point. She couldn’t believe all that had transpired in the past few hours. She had given birth, her body still dewy and fatigued from the hours spent straining, groaning, and pushing out her…her children. Oh god. She had actually given birth!
Jessica slowly, experimentally sat up, testing her body. It was still quite achy but nowhere near as sore as she would expect it to be after her massive delivery. She eased herself down from the bed and stood, feeling her body, running her hands over all the curves and…softness. Jessica walked across the carpet towards a full length mirror she saw on the wall at the far end of the room. She confronted it and stared at her appearance.
Jessica could see that her body was still substantially plump, chubby, and curvy. She also still had four pairs of massive breasts protruding on her chest, decorated by the markings Victor had scribed around her nipples and navel. Presently they were glowing through the darkness. Jessica found herself momentarily entranced by their beauty.
Then something else caught her attention. Jessica’s gaze shifted to her disheveled hair, where things seemed to be protruding, on either side. Jessica reached up and tentatively touched one. It was hard, pointed. A little white horn was forming, growing right out of her scalp. There was another one, on the opposite side. Jessica allowed her fingers to glide across them, as she marveled for a while, utterly fascinated by her transformation. Her state of shock turned to admiration as she took in her new form. She was becoming inhuman. Something more.
“Oh,” Jessica gasped out at a sudden spike of tension. Her hands dropped from her hair, instead cupping at the lower pair of breasts on her chest. They were so full and hot, almost aching. Her face contorted as the strain only worsened, the heavy surplus of milk causing her to unconsciously arch her back, wanting release. But for some reason, her lower breasts just weren’t leaking on their own this time.
Jessica’s fingers fumbled, sliding down to her nipples, gently taking hold of the nubs between her pointer fingers and thumbs. She gave a gentle squeeze, grunting out in the process. But this didn’t work. Her breasts just grew tighter, if anything. “Nghhhh…” she groaned, trying again, as she fidgeted and breathed. She was just so tight, so heavy. She needed release, but her body wouldn’t let her.
Jessica thought of the new markings Victor had painted around her nipples. Was this they are doing? It was possible that they worked like a lock, preventing her from wasting milk. The fact that Victor had been able to nurse from her quite easily corroborated this theory. He seemed to have acquired at least partial control of her body, through the use of the cursed markings.
“Mmmm,” she gave a frustrated hum. This was useless. She lowered her trembling fingers from her breasts, her whole body wanting to quake from the sensitivity of the pressure. But she managed to turn, and waddle towards the adjacent corner, where she could see Victor’s turned back. He seemed to be hunched over something. Her body jiggled as she approached him, to find him gazing fascinated down at her inhuman young. But at this moment, there were more pressing matters. Jessica drew a deep breath, her body aching, but now with need.
Victor turned as he heard her, looking surprised as she closed the space between them. He began to sidestep, but Jessica pushed him down on the ground with surprising strength, and Victor looked frightened. Jessica was really starting to enjoy all these changes.
She licked her lips as the curse marks pulsed. “I think I liked being pregnant…” she told him. Her eyes glowed purple.
Victor gulped.
But first things first.
She lowered herself deeper on Victor, so that her lower breasts pressed into his face. Victor wasn’t stupid. He took the cue, not even hesitating. His mouth opened wide, taking in a plump pink nipple. Jessica groaned as he sucked greedily, taking his fill and then some. She didn’t know how much it helped but it was a luxurious sensation. And it was something she thought she could get used to do.
