Birth and Obedience

It happened all quite suddenly. Susan, queen of the toads, had been making her way through the jungle when the pain struck. With a gasp she fell to her knees, arms encircling her distended belly. Another rumble, the feeling as though she were about to burst filled her. She moaned aloud as slime oozed from her wet pussy. It was time!

“Water!” Susan gasped. She turned her head around searchingly. There! Groaning, Susan crawled on hands and knees towards the murky water of a nearby swamp. Her belly and breasts swayed beneath her like a cow’s as the former heroine struggled across the marsh, her chain bikini jingling as she slipped into the water.

She was just in time. She squatted in the water instinctively, a pose reminiscent of a frog, as her limbs quaked at the convulsions which filled her. But these were not the pains of labour as she had expected. Her cries turned to moans, her clit peeking out from its hood as she felt the eggs slowly slip down her love canal. The slime helped ferry the egg to her entrance, which gaped wide with the fleshy orb within itself. Susan groaned and flexed her inner muscles, her pussy sucking and gaping in an attempt to **** the egg free.

With a final squirt of thick slime the first egg rolled free, sending Susan’s first orgasm pulsing through her. But she barely had time to quiver in ecstasy as the second joined the first, then the third and fourth. Her mind blanked as her body surrendered to the frenzy of her birthing, Susan little more than a groaning and panting animal as egg after egg slipped free of her pussy to sink into the marshy waters.

But as all things must come to an end, so did her birthing. When she came to her senses, the position of the sun told Susan it had been some hours since she had crawled to the marsh. As she lay there on her side, half in the water half out, her pussy slickened and gaping, her limbs weak from her train of orgasm, she smiled.

She felt no fear at the sound of the reeds parting. She merely rolled over, gazing blissfully at the large bellied and leathery skin of her king as he approached. The toad looked down at Susan with a knowing eye as he waddled across the swamp.

“So my queen,” the king burbled, “my seed has borne fruit?”

Still smiling, Susan slowly rolled herself into a sitting position. The frog’s eyes sparked with renewed lust at the sight of the woman, her pale skin dirtied by the mud and aglow with motherhood, the tender fold of her pussy gaping at him as though in shock that he, yes he, had managed to impregnate one of the members of the Fantastic Four, a pregnancy which had just been fulfilled at the shores of a swamp in the middle of the savage land, the evidence present in the shine of frog slime which fairly coated her lower body.

Susan cupped one of her heavy breasts and slowly kneaded the flesh, trickles of creamy milk drawn from her nipple at these ministrations. Her thick eyelashes fluttered at the king, her smile one of divine experience. “My king,” she murmured softly. “Even now your children swim through the swamps. My king,” she sighed in rhapsody, slowly lying back against the muddy bank, brushing her hands through her hair. “Ah, my King…I beg of you,” she whispered, spreading her thighs wide and bearing her flower to the frog monster. “Fill me once more. Take me, so that I may bring forth more of your spawn into this world. Defile me with your seed! Use me. Use me to fill this world with your children.”

The frog king grunted and approached. “****,” he hissed, pulling aside what little clothes he wore to reveal his already rigid manhood. “You please me.”

Susan could only smile. “Then my purpose is fulfilled.”

She cried out as he entered her savagely, and moaned as he began to pump his leathery cock in and out of her love tunnel, her inner walls sucking against his rod, begging for his seed to full her womb. And there, as she was bred by a monster in the middle of a swamp, the woman who was once Susan Richards was content.