Reach down and press your own hands against your swollen belly

Pan's Underground Chamber, Pandora's Box Costume Shop, at 12:30 AM on a full moon night, approximately 3 years after October 31st, 2024

My hands find my belly — trembling fingers pressing into skin stretched drum-tight over the reservoir of cum sloshing inside me. The sensation is obscene. I can feel it move — liquid heat shifting beneath my palms, sloshing audibly as Fenris's cock pulses another thick surge into my sealed womb. My belly is enormous — round and taut as a beach ball, the skin shiny with sweat and stretched so thin I can see the faint blue tracery of veins beneath.

I press harder. The cum gurgles inside me, displaced by my touch, and I moan around Pan's knot — a wet, guttural sound that vibrates through her shaft. My fingers trace the curve of my distended stomach, mapping the impossible fullness, feeling every ripple as Fenris's cock throbs and deposits yet another scalding load into my packed womb.

"She's touching herself," Fenris growls, his amber eyes locked on my hands. His clawed fingers join mine on my belly — pressing, kneading the taut flesh, making the cum slosh and churn inside me. "Feel that? That's all mine. Every fucking drop locked inside this breeding belly."

Pan's cock pulses in my throat — another surge flooding into my stomach, adding to the impossible volume already there. My belly expands another fraction, the skin creaking audibly. I can feel it in my chest now — the pressure pushing upward, my organs compressed, my lungs struggling for space.

"We're not even close to done," Pan says, her voice vibrating through her shaft and into my throat. Her hands join Fenris's on my belly — six hands now pressing into my swollen stomach, feeling the cum shift and slosh beneath the surface. "The elasticity potion has limits, kitten. We're going to find exactly where that limit is."

Fenris grins — savage, predatory — and his hips grind forward, his knot swelling even larger inside my pussy. The seal tightens. Another torrent of werewolf seed erupts from his cockhead, and I watch my belly visibly expand — rounding further, the skin going from shiny to translucent, the flesh stretched so thin I can almost see the white of cum pooling beneath the surface.

"Look at that," Fenris rumbles, pressing his palm flat against the apex of my belly. The cum sloshes beneath his hand, displaced, and I keen around Pan's knot — the sensation of being so impossibly full that every movement, every pulse, every breath sends shockwaves through my packed body. "She's getting tighter. The potion's reaching its limit."

Pan's fingers drum against my belly — a wet, hollow sound, like tapping a watermelon. "Not yet. She can take more. Can't you, kitten?"

I can't answer — can't do anything but feel. My hands press against my belly alongside theirs, feeling the heat radiating through the stretched skin, feeling the cum move inside me with every heartbeat, every pulse of their cocks. The fullness is beyond anything — beyond comprehension, beyond language. I am a container reaching capacity, and they have no intention of stopping.

Fenris's cock erupts again — a massive pulse that makes my belly jump beneath our hands. Pan follows, her shaft flooding my stomach with another gallon of thick seed. My belly creeps outward, impossibly round, the skin stretched to its absolute limit. And still they cum. Still they pump. Still they fill.

"That's it," Pan groans, her fingers pressing into the taut flesh. "Feel yourself getting fuller. Feel yourself reaching the edge. And when you finally can't stretch another inch..." She leans down, her amber eyes blazing inches from mine. "...we're going to push past it."