Meanwhile back with Barry's tribe...

Laying on her back and crying out loud, Felicity let loose a hoarse moan as her contractions bore through her. Her fingers digging deep into the earth underneath her as she pushed. The rest of the tribe were in the same state; either on their backs trapped in the painful throes of labour or on their sides nursing their newborns. Barry sat nearby, watching as the nine women doubled their numbers to over twenty!

Caitlin and Dawn lounged with their newborn daughters while their adult daughters sat and nursed their granddaughters. The rest of the women had all finished giving birth, leaving Barry the opportunity to finally approach Iris who cradled her twin daughters in her arms and let them nurse from her breasts. Sitting behind the woman, he rested his hands over her shoulders and massaged them, making the woman breath in and sigh as her eyes closed and she leaned back into his lap.

"I figured you wanted some time alone while you bore our daughters, the last time you nearly bit my fingers off."

Humming in bliss, Iris opened her eyes and playfully bit Barry's hand, making the two laugh as he snapped his hand away and wriggled his fingers. Sitting up, Iris turned to show off their new daughters, feeling a smug sense of pride in the fact she was now a mother of four and grandmother of three. And she was barely in her 30s! Felicity, Dawn and Caitlin with their own children sat close to the couple, with Caitlin leaning her back against Barry's shoulder while Felicity and Dawn lounged nearby.

"Can you believe how MANY there are of us now?" Smiled Iris, looking down and dotting over her second child. "Never in a million years would I think that I'd be a proud grandmother at 27! I still hadn't worked on my master's yet."

"Mother? What's a... Master's?"

Iris was about to answer her daughter, they all were, until a look drew over their faces. Iris wanted to tell her, and yet... The reasons for her spending years to study for getting a career felt so far away now. So alien. Her old life seemed so small now, that person she was before the energy blast was a mouse in comparison to her now. Looking back to her curious daughter, Iris narrowed her eyes and grinned back. "Oh its just something tiny humans do, try to make themselves feel BIG in a huge world."

"Did you used to be a tiny human mother?" Asked Felicity's daughter, cradling her own child and looking up to the woman expectantly.

"Tiny? NEVER! Were big! We've ALWAYS been big!" Flexing her free arm, Felicity admired her solid muscles, a toothy grin on her lips as she leered over to the others. Not one of them could be called 'small' by any definition. Whether they were over 40 feet tall or not. Barry looked like he pumped iron since he was a teenager and was hung like a moose to boot! His body hair drew her to lust after his powerful physique and despite having given birth to her second daughter she found herself licking her lips and planning her third VERY soon.

"Yeah! We're BIG, we were never small, ever!"

Accepting the answer, the lot of the tribe nodded their heads, as did their matrons and patriarch. An unspoken decision had been made by the four of them, officially severing their ties to their old lives. Letting her twins rest on the grass and moss nearby, Iris turned in Barry's lap and wrapped her muscular arms over his broad shoulders.

"We've ALWAYS been big!"

"Always."

Giving the man a smoldering look, the woman sat up and hefted one of her large breasts in her hand, its volume overflowing in her hand as she brought her stiff nipple to his mouth. "I've fed our daughters... But I still have more to give..."

Licking the stiff nub in front of him and being rewarded some of her nectar, Barry clasped his mouth around her tit and began to suck. Fluttering her eyes and biting her lip with a smile, Iris squirmed as she felt the man drink her mother's milk. As loath as she was to admit it, a woman like her as a mother of two, her breasts would be sagging sags off her chest, her stomach a deflated belly with stretchmarks and aches in her overweight hips for the rest of her days. Instead, her breasts stood buoyant and proud from her chest like firm grapefruits, her stretch marks were there, but they laced over a stomach quickly redefining with firm muscles, her hips and rear strong and muscular, if anything they'd almost grown MORE so. Compared to a puny human, being a mother almost made her stronger, not weaker, mightier, not more frail. She could only imagine what she would look like in a year's time.

She would have looked like a goddess among women, a physical specimen of pure athletic and feminine perfection, and only getting better. The idea that she was ever a puny human simply slipped from her memory.