She's rounder this time, but at least she's willing to talk

For the most part Doe acts the same as with her first child. There are some welcome differences though - for a start, she's a lot more willing to talk to you and Linne. It takes less effort to get her to talk about whether any foods are bugging her or convince her to let one of you fetch something for her instead of getting it herself. Feeding time for Linneth also provides a window when Doe more or less drops the tough girl façade and just allows you to coddle her. Sometimes at night, when you're holding her growing belly, Doe will even tell you about how your babies have been moving inside her.

Out with the army it's generally business as usual, with Doe working hard to act as if she's not actually pregnant, evidence be damned. But she makes exceptions now when it comes to fellow pregnant centauresses and to Sarine the cataur and Sarinna the foxtaur, both also sporting gravid bellies. For these army girls Doe is now willing to drop the act when they're in private. Even when talking about babies she acts like a leader for them, always encouraging them and rubbing their flanks. Whenever you catch her with them she always has this awkward smile, like you've caught some child sneaking sweets from the pantry.

The girl who gets the most attention from Doe has to be little Mallia, a former maid who decided she just had to find out what a centaur's oversized equipment would feel like. She snuck out months ago with a big centaur, Lannian, and they must have found some fallen log or other setup that gave them what they needed to explore each other's bodies. She came and saw you at a party when she was late, asking all sorts of hypothetical questions about centaurs and sure enough she had a foal growing in her belly. Centaur foals take up more space than human babies, so Mallia looks stuffed even at six months. She was fired and ended up moving in with Lannian, which caused all kinds of commotion.

There are a few noblewomen who've started to round out too, but they're in a better position than Mallia. The former maid now looks after some things for the army, as much as she can in her current state. And Doe has been acting like a protective parent, always checking up on her, making sure Lannian is taking care of her and that he isn't too rough. Thankfully he's very careful and gentle despite his size... and his length... and his girth. Mallia just had to pick one of the most well endowed centaurs out there for herself.

Perhaps it's because both Doe and Mallia have bellies in the same spot - unlike all the 'taurs their wombs are still above their hips. So maybe Doe sees more of herself in this girl than in her 'taurified former soldiers. Perhaps that's why, one night, Doe started to ask you questions about her.

"You know Mallia?" she asks you, not waiting for an answer, "Is she going to be alright delivering a foal?"

"I think you've asked me this at least three times before. Yes, she'll be fine."

"Even though she's so short? She's already looking like she's going into labor tomorrow," Doe says as she rubs her own belly.

"Hardly - come on, she's about six months right now and she's the size you were at seven months. She's only got around three or three and a half months to go."

"Still... it's a lot. And it's less about carrying it and more about that foal coming out."

"Centaurs, cataurs, all the 'taur babies fold up inside the womb," you tell her. "Their little bodies develop that way and when it's time to come out the head and then the upper body come first, then the lower body. It's really not that bad."

"Says someone who's never given birth."

You rub her belly and reply, "Says a mage who built their bodies to work just so. I did think of this - I didn't think it would happen so fast but I knew that at some point an adventurous woman would decide to ride a centaur, and not on his back."

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbles. "It still feels bad that there's nothing I can do for her." She pats her own belly again and adds, "Though maybe I should be worried about myself. I'm about the size I was at seven months, after all. And I'm only at five and a half."

"I'm sure talking to her helps her out a lot."

"They're getting married," Doe shoots back. "So, you know, it's probably not a one time thing. If they have any more kids then Mallia is going to go through this again."

"It seems like she wants to. It's not like she shoves Lannian away when he hugs her. Not surprised they're getting married, they both grin like idiots when they look at one another."

"Yeah..."

Both of you sit in silence for a bit. Then Doe asks, "If you made her a centauress, would that be better?"

"Well yes, it would make carrying a foal a bit easier on her. Centauresses have the largest wombs of any of the 'taurs, so it's easier on them no matter what child they carry. Then again, I don't know if she wants to be a centauress."

"Didn't stop you before," she says, pinching your bum.

"That was different and you know it. It's been a long while since I changed someone against their will. Apart from slaves, anyway."

"Mmmmm," she says, cuddling up to you to show she wasn't really serious or angry.

"Maybe little Mallia loves how it feels?"

"Well..." Doe shifts the coils of her tail around, "Look, you don't get to repeat this, okay?"

"Okay."

"I've talked to her a lot and yes, Mallia does, um..."

"Like being stuffed like a feast day turkey?"

"That's so crude. A nobleman shouldn't talk like that," she tells you. But you know Doe loves bawdy expressions and curses so even if you can't see her eyes right now you know they're twinkling.

"Good noblemen. But I'm this disreputable mage in an immoral three way marriage with two former **** girls. So, you know, don't expect too much."

"Yes, I have to remember to spank you again for that, you scoundrel," she says, teasing and actually giggling a little.

"Anyway, if Mallia likes to feel full then she won't want to become a centauress with a lot more space inside. If this girl loves what it feels like to pack a sausage the size of a bread loaf inside her pussy then who am I to stop her?"

"A sausage the size of... come on, that's a stretch," Doe says. Then she gasps and adds, "That wasn't a pun, I didn't mean it that way."

"I'm sure it is a hell of a stretch," you reply, almost crying as you lamia wriggles around at the accidental pun she made. "But now you can think of her as 'breadbox' next time you see her."

"You ass, you know I fucking will now!" she says, curling her tail around your waist and squeezing hard enough to **** the laughter out of your lungs. "How am I going to talk to her with a straight face now you dick?"

"She does have a bun in the oven, breadbox is perfect!"

From the doorway you hear Linne call out, "Are you two fighting again?" She says it in a cute, teasing voice since she knows this isn't what real arguments sound like.

Both of you freeze and look up at the lovely young woman silhouetted in the doorway. Both of you reach the same conclusion. Doe looks at you and asks, "What about a cataur?"

"Mmmm, or a foxtaur or dogtaur. Maybe even a ponytaur? Haven't done one of those yet. All of them are smaller, but they've got some more room inside."

Linne knows she's missing out on something and asks, "What are you two talking about?"

Doe looks up at Linne again and smiles. She turns back to you and asks, "But not too much room inside?"

"No, exactly. Right in between. It's a nice amount of space, I can assure you. Of course they'd both have to want it."

Doe knows how this kind of teasing affects Linne, so she continues deliberately with, "I bet they'll both have the same favorite choice, I can just feel it."

"I can do it any time, once she's done with her current, ah, pursuit."

Sure enough, as you finish saying that you hear the sound of a galloping cataur bounding across the room. In seconds she's nuzzled up between you and is furiously ticking Doe with her hands while using her rear paws to hold your waist and her forepaws to prod and poke your chest. "What's up? What's up?" she keeps chanting like a mantra as she tickles and restrains the both of you until you talk.