Morning comes, with unexpected changes

You wake sore and satisfied. Groaning you rise to your knees, feeling the milk and cum crack where they had dried on your flesh. You feel different. Heavier than before. You sit back and nearly topple over at an unexpected weight. You look down and your eyes widen at the sight of your distended belly jutting from beneath your breasts. “What?” You reach down and touch the taut flesh. Your touch sends pleasure sparking through you and you lean back with a moan. You blink and smile. You had thought you’d find the presence of such a change repulsive, yet you feel an odd sense of satisfaction at the sight of your gravid belly, so large it pokes out even more than your massive breasts. You run your hands over your swelled stomach, sighing at the delightfully taut feelings it excites within you.

Thin rays of light peek through the entrance of the dugout signifying its morning and revealing the mess you all made. Reed mats are thrown all over the place, splattered with juices from all of you. You see Brigette on her side, eyes closed peacefully, her massive chest rising and falling, her engorged green teats dribbling her thick milk onto the floor. Your stomach gurgles despite its swollen nature. Licking your lips you crawl to her recumbent body and latch your mouth onto her.

Brigette moans in her sleep as you greedily suckle her nectar. Her eye flutter open, but when she sees your fiery mane of hair draping her enormous breast she only coos and cradles you closer. When you have had her fill from one she switches you to the next with practiced ease. Peaceful bliss suffuses you as the thick liquid spills down your throat. The glow it always exudes within you is different today. The rich feeling you feel first in your breast, but the sensation is dimmed compared to what travels lower, suffusing your womb and its burden with a glow of motherhood.

Only once you are done and pull back does Brigette see the change.

“Sister!” she gasps. “What happened?”

The mat of the entrance is pushed aside from above. You both look back to see the wug descends into your midst. You stare, caught somewhat off guard. He looks different from before. Larger and bulkier, his wiry limbs now corded with thicker muscle. Your eyes travel down to his stomach and the abdominal slit there and see his pink cock begin to slide free at the sight of you both. His bulbous eyes go to you, the pupils fixing at your gravid belly. His tongue licks at his mouth. “Seed has taken,” the wug says, his frills clicking in excitement.

“Seed?” You look down again at your belly and stroke it once more.

“Seed good. Children grow. Quick.” He hops towards you both, drawing close and looking greedily towards you. “Morning come. No slavers. Can go to village.”

You frown. “We told you. We don’t want to go to your village.”

“But you carry young now,” the wug says. His hands move forward. You gasp and melt as his cold webbed fingers caress the hot flesh of your stomach. “Must give birth. Little time. Will do in one sun. Less, maybe. Must do so if young to survive. Need birthing pool. Otherwise, young not survive.”

“B-birthing pool?”

“Oh sister!” Brigette gasps. “Forgive me. I didn’t…”

You lean back, eyes lidded as you enjoy the wug’s massage of your stomach. “We did,” you finally say. “Brigette, I wanted this to happen. I wanted to carry its young. Maybe not so soon…”

“Sister.” Brigette leans against you. She cradles your head against the firm pillows of her breasts. You close your eyes, listening to her steady heartbeat.

“Will take care of you,” the wug promises. His hands move up to your breasts and begin his masterful massage of your inflated udders. “Treat you well. You carry young. Keep you good.”

You shudder. Tears prick your eyes as you are embraced by your sister, the father of your yet-born children, feeling the warmth and heaviness of the life boiling within you. Two days. Two days since leaving the abbey, the horrors of demons. Two days. You weep in silent gratitude at the twists fate have taken.

“What will you do?” Brigette’s question seems to vibrate through her flesh and to your core. You squirm, your thighs slick as your mound grows wet with the arousal of their touch. Brigette leans down and kisses the tears from your cheeks. “Whatever you decide sister, I will go with you.”

Your heart feels like it will burst with love for her. As your tears lessen and your mind clears, it is time to make your decision.