Oliver and his ladies are also making some changes...

"We need to be bigger."

Helena looked at Laurel and rolled her eyes. "We're already huge." She gestured at her body. She was lying in the clearing that Oliver had made for them, her body stretching out before he. She looked down, past her massive breasts that jiggled with every breath but were still so firm that they seemed to defy gravity purely out of spite, to her domed belly that was raising every day with the beginnings of her next child. Below that was her dripping snatch that seemed to always long to be filled, and then her utterly massive legs; they were huge both in terms of girth and length. Finally, with her head at one end of the clearly, her feet were at the other end, her toes wiggling as she lazed about. It was impressive... slightly less so considering Thea and Laural were just as big as her but they were her...

Helena paused. What were they anyway? Friends? Not with some of the things they had done when Oliver was busy with one of them. Her and Thea had just gotten done licking each other clean not an hour ago. No, they were all the mates of Oliver and as much as she hated the term 'sister-wives' that might be the closest-

"I don't mean us in terms of our bodies," Laurel said. She paused though for a moment. "Not that I wouldn't mind getting bigger."

"Seriously?"

Laurel rubbed her pregnent belly. "You wouldn't?"

"Well... yeah, sure." She frowned. "But you didn't mean that?"

"No," Laurel said. "I meant the tribe. I can feel it... we need more members. We are strong and the tribe is strong but we'll be stronger with more members."

"Not like there are a ton of giant people running around," Helena pointed out... only to go silent when she heard a screech of pleasure. Laurel motioned for her to get up and HElena let out a lazy sigh but did so, rising up so she could stare at the high branches of the trees. She followed after Laurel, who weaved through the forest until coming to the source of the screams.

Helena watched as her own daughter, now looking to be 18 years old, moaned as Thea's daughter sucked at her tits while Laurel's child watched on with lust-filled eyes.

"They're getting older so quick... why?" Laurel whispered in helena's ear. "Why?" She pressed up against Helena's back, running her fingers along her ass, fingers probing Helena's rosebud. "We raised them to be strong... strong for the tribe... strong for Ollie."

Helena gasped as she stared at their children fucking... and another part of her old life died as she nodded in agreement.