Time Passes…

Homura was getting actually used to living in this crazy, extremely horny world. It had been half a week or so since she’d been adopted into the Kaname family, and she was actually getting into a rhythm. She’d wake up, have sex with Madoka, get out of bed, get breakfast milk and cum or otherwise, and then head to school. At school she’d carefully downplay her academic abilities, keep tabs on potential issues like Kirika (who seemed to spend the vast majority of her free time in big orgies, which made her remarkably easy to track), and then have more sex with Madoka and her classmates and teachers. After, she’d do more patrolling around for suspicious magical signatures, come back to Madoka’s place for their nightly family orgy, then go to sleep with Madoka after having sex with her some more. Homura had to admit that it was really nice, although the nagging sense of paranoia and anxiety that she felt was always there. But she felt like she was getting used to the world, probably.

And then one day Madoka and Homura went downstairs for breakfast, and when Tomoyo greeted them there were hearts in her eyes.

“Mom!” Madoka exclaimed, although she didn’t sound surprised by this at all. Actually, she sounded quite pleased. “Really? That’s great!”

“Ehehe…” Tomoyo laughed a little sheepishly. “Well, we’ve always been planning on at least a couple more, but Junko and I got all excited with Homura-chan here, so we decided to speed it up a little.”

“Y-you’re pregnant?” Homura asked incredulously. That’s what the eyes meant? She felt a headache coming on from the absurdity.

“Very.” Tomoyo smiled, holding her belly a little. “Milk hasn’t come in yet, but it will in a day or two. I hope you’re ready to help out.” The very confused girl looked at her breasts, which were already dripping a little just from the **** of gravity, and tried to imagine any more. Why didn’t they mention this stuff in the textbook!?

“You were under sex isolation, weren’t you?” Junko called out from behind them at the staircase. “We get hearts in our eyes when we’re pregnant. I’m a little surprised that you hadn’t run into it after you were released, but it does get a little hard to move around after a certain point.”

“Um, well, I haven’t been paying too much attention to people’s eyes,” Homura admitted after a short bit. It was partially because she was much more focused on anything magical, but people’s giant assets definitely also were drawing Homura’s attention away from their eyes.

“Hah! Fair enough - I’ve seen your eyes linger on Madoka’s tits more than enough.” Homura sputtered a bit as Junko clapped her on the back.

For her part, Madoka simply giggled at her mom’s joke and hugged Homura, pressing her chest into Homura’s smaller pair. “Here you go, Homura-chan! You don’t have to hold back with me, alright?” Her cock was appealingly rubbing against a lot of sensitive parts on her body, including Homura’s own penis, and she resisted the urge to start titfucking both of them right then and there. “Also, Mom, what are you going to name her?”

“Hmm… I think Kagami Kairi has a good ring to it, doesn’t it?” … Not Kaname? The displaced time traveler was hopelessly out of her element here

“Um, uh, that sounds good to me?” Homura said, although it came out a lot more like a question.

Junko laughed, ruffled Homura’s head a little teasingly, and then moved to drink breakfast out of her wife’s breasts. Madoka turned around and said, “Still confused?”

“… A little.” Homura looked away from Madoka (which was very hard considering they were still mashing their bodies into one another in idle pleasure) as she admitted it.

“Well, Junko had Madoka, so she’s a Kaname. I had Tatsuko and soon Kairi, so they’re Kagamis,” Tomoyo explained, although her voice was just a little breathy from Junko’s mouth getting to work on her huge breasts.

Homura tried to remember if she knew which one of them in the original timeline was named Kaname, if that even applied any more. In any event, she nodded politely in the newly pregnant futa’s direction. “Uh, thank you.”

Madoka finally released Homura from her grasp, although both of them were pretty **** to do so. “Alright, we’re off!”

“You already ate?”

“Yep, while we were in our room!” Madoka grabbed Homura’s cock and rubbed a little bit to indicate just what kind of eating they were doing. Homura was too confused to even be the slightest bit embarrased.

“Alright, we’ll see you tonight.” Junko and Tomoyo waved them off as the two left for class, leaving Homura to shake her head in befuddlement.

“Ehhhh? You’re getting another sister?”

Madoka beamed. “Yeah!” She was still happy about it halfway through the day, evidently. “Just happened last night, I think.”

“Wow…” Another girl chimed in. “Kaname-san, is this really only your second?”

“She only has two moms, so it’s a lot rarer. Not everyone can have a birthday party every other week, yknow?” The first girl replied, rolling her eyes at the other one. Homura barely knew their names (apart from the unfortunate Nakazawa-kun) in the original timeline; there was no way she could remember them now that a bunch of their names had apparently changed based on which of their mothers had given birth to them. She had brown hair and huge boobs, so that’s what Homura was going to use to identify her. The other one, the one with apparently a couple dozen sisters, was fairly muscular outside of her soft curves.

There was another reason that it was hard to try and remember names, though: they were currently all having sex. This wasn’t really a full fledged orgy, since they only had so much time before the next class began, but everyone currently talking was either pounding or being pounded in pairs. Homura herself was currently taking it in the ass from a rather mousey and slender green haired girl with quite a long cock to make up for her relative shortcomings in the other departments. If she even thought about trying to join in on the conversation, Evidently, though, the rest of the class wasn’t having nearly as much trouble keeping their wits about them, as most everyone else was chatting with one another.

“Eh, well you know, most girls are that close with their daycare mates anyways. Mine just happen to be all from one relationship, that’s all.” Buff girl shrugged as well as she could with the continuous thrusting pushing her back and forth.

“I’m honestly impressed that you can remember all their names, Shinozaki-san,” brown-haired girl said with a teasing lilt to it.

“It’s not that - uooohh!” Shinozaki evidently came with a loud moan, which completely derailed her sentence.

A third girl that Homura couldn’t even see chimed in during the gap in Shinozaki’s response. “So Kaname-san, was it your mom and mama, or was it someone else?”

“Oh, it definitely was mom. We could hear them going at it for all four hours even through the insulation,” Madoka said, laughing. “Made it kind of difficult to focus on much of anything.”

“What, you didn’t join them?” Buff girl, Shinozaki, said after recovering from her orgasm. “Also it’s not that hard to remember names, Asada-san.”

“I figured mom wouldn’t appreciate it if I got her pregnant instead of mama. They’re pretty devoted to each other, you know? No need to make things more complicated by trying to only cum in other holes and the like.”

“Yeah, but four hours of hearing that and only having toys? That sounds awful,” brown haired girl (who was named Asada) said. Almost as if to prove her point, she immediately loudly came afterwards, breasts bouncing merrily and cock flopping around as she sprayed everywhere.

“Ehehe, well…” Madoka looked at Homura next to her. “I had a friend with me, so I got more than enough cock.” Homura still was evidently unsure about the whole thing, so Madoka was probably holding off on telling people.

“Hell yeah.” Shinozaki said, giving Madoka a fistbump. “Anyways…”

Any further conversation, though, was ended by the arrival of the math teacher, who was herself pasted in semen and had a rather satisfied look on her face. Evidently she was doing much the same as her students during break. “Alright, class, please sit down! We’re doing polynomials again today…”

Homura sat down at her desk again, sex drive finally sated from the thorough reaming she’d gotten and the accompanying handjob. Of course, it was a very temporary thing, but Homura would take the small victories against her libido whenever she could. Her body was trying its damndest to keep every single drop of cum inside of her pussy, but some of it was still leaking out, and her stomach was pretty stuffed from the girl fucking her for six or seven orgasms’ worth. From experience she knew that the cum in her belly would fade in ten minutes or so, but for now she looked pretty round, almost as if she was pregnant herself.

She let herself zone out from the one class that hadn’t changed at all between worlds, one hand stroking her cock and the other fondling her tits as she did. Even when she felt pretty satisfied with the amount of sex that she had had, her body always found a way to get itself some more pleasure, huh. Especially now that her brain was distracted with the idea of children. It was like her womb was straight up on fire at the thought, even with the pleasant sensation of cum inside of her cooling it off a bit. Or maybe it was perhaps always there, but she had incorrectly assumed it was just lust rather than wanting to have children. Now, rubbing her pussy into the chair just wasn’t enough, she needed a big cock inside of her, and she needed it now. And she knew whose semen she really was craving… but there must have been a reason why not everyone was pregnant right now, when they were all feeling the same lusts. Or even more, if Sayaka to the left was any indication. According to the textbook, there were ten billion people in the world - certainly more than in the original timeline, but not insanely more. Was there some way to alleviate this desire other than to just have more sex?

Her stomach had finished absorbing all the cum in whatever way that it happened - the textbook was somewhat unclear about it, since the biological mechanism looked complicated, to say the least. Homura started rubbing her stomach, missing the feeling of being so full… and then she stopped herself, and shook her head to clear it. She wasn’t some kind of baby-obsessed slut, **** to be seeded deep in her womb again and again and again - okay, she needed to stop that too, because the more Homura thought about it the more she realized that she might be. Well, shit. Thankfully, no one was batting an eye at the intensity in which she was furiously masturbating because they were all doing it too, even the teacher who had several vibrators on her cock and in her pussy. But it wasn’t quite good enough, especially when Homura started imagining that it was Madoka that she was fucking instead of her hand.

It might have been the longest math class she had ever been in, even longer than the ones where she was anxiously beating herself up for saying something too forward to Madoka or dreadfully reliving the past, unable to settle down. Thankfully, this one at least felt better than that, but god, she was just so damn horny. So much so that as soon as they breaked for lunch, she was at Madoka’s side in an instant, practically begging the other girl for sex.

Madoka herself was panting heavily, so when she saw Homura she beamed and beelined straight for one of the orgy rooms, pulling her to one of the less crowded mats. “You too, huh?” she asked even as she pulled Homura down with her into a sitting position, guiding her cock back to its comfortable place in Madoka’s pussy and nestling the other girl’s thick shaft in between their smushed breasts. Homura nodded, moaning too much to really respond in any other fashion. “I was too young when Tacchan was born to feel any of the effects, but now it’s really bad. I can’t stop thinking about it…” Madoka rubbed her stomach below her cock as well. So it wasn’t just a Homura thing. That made her feel better, but it also meant that she would probably have to deal with this many more times.

A long, sixteen inch dick inserted itself in front of their faces, and both of them started licking at the thick shaft almost before they even processed who it was. “Yo! I heard about the good news,” Sayaka said with a grin from her kneeling position. “Sorry, I would have said so earlier, but I had something to do this morning.”

“You mean someone, right Sayaka-chan?” Madoka quipped from around her heavy balls.

“Nah, nah, if I just needed some sex you would have definitely heard from me. No, as it turns out I have stuff that I had to do that got in the way of my slutty time, that’s all. Isn’t that fucked up?”

“You also go to the gym, don’t you?” Hitomi said from somewhere behind Sayaka’s body.

“That’s just masturbating for your muscles!”

“I’m not sure that makes sense…” Madoka said with a laugh. She pulled Homura down so that they were lying on the floor instead, and Sayaka followed down onto the ground to keep her cock roughly in the same spot. Homura wasn’t initially clear as to why she was doing that, but then Madoka spread her and Homura’s legs, and the magical girl felt the teasing sensation of a cock sliding around her entrance, spreading precum around without actually penetrating her. Her pussy was almost quivering, womb still hungry for cum, and Madoka’s rigorous licking and strong, **** milking indicated much the same was true of her.

Inevitably, Sayaka came a huge load even by futa standards, and Madoka and Homura ate as much up as they could. “Um, hello Miki-san, Shizuki-san,” she said now that her head wasn’t entirely fogged up with lust. She was still very horny and would really like Hitomi to get on with fucking her, but she could at least exchange pleasantries before doing so.

“Ah, yeah. Hi, Akemi-san.” Sayaka said, and Homura wondered for just a moment if she’d done something wrong, judging by her voice -

Then Hitomi actually put her penis inside of her, and Homura completely lost her train of thought. It wasn’t Madoka’s dick, but just the sensation of the thick, throbbing flesh inside of her spurred her movement on to new levels, clamping down on it almost tighter than she’d ever felt before and ramming Madoka’s pussy with equal ****. She also started lapping up the trail of cum seeping down Sayaka’s shaft with abandon, fueling the whole machine with more delicious sperm.

“Oh, my… I’m sorry, Akemi-san, I didn’t realize you were so pent up,” Hitomi said. “I wouldn’t have bothered with the foreplay.”

“‘S ok,” she mumbled out from her position at Sayaka’s crotch, unwilling to stop sucking. Although when Madoka tried to move in and give Sayaka a blowjob herself, Homura relinquished it without much of a complaint, instead taking over Madoka’s place at the base of her cock and her very large testicles. Unlike her, though, she didn’t have big enough breasts to work them into the equation without being uncomfortable, so she instead settled for being a lot more aggressive with her licking.

“Mmm… Yeah, that hits the spot…” Sayaka almost purred as the two of them got back to work. “Goddamn, they weren’t kidding when they said that being constantly reminded of pregnancy makes you a lot hornier.”

“You get used to it over time,” called out a familiar voice from maybe two or three piles of futas over. It was buff girl… who she still couldn’t remember the name of. It was really hard when all of her socialization came during orgies.

“I guess you’re the expert! Maybe I gotta start getting my mom pregnant for some really sick sex… Not now, but - oooh!“ Sayaka was interrupted by something, but in this place there was only one thing it could really be. “Thanks, Wakaba!” Did she see her, or could she just identify her from her penis? Homura actually couldn’t tell. Wakaba said… something, but Homura couldn’t quite hear it over the sound of her own mouth moaning.

“Let’s focus on getting off now, I think,” Hitomi said with a composure that almost made it seem like her cock wasn’t ramming in and out of Homura, twitching pleasantly.

And so they did, vigorously - but the fire in Homura’s loins never quite went out, and visions of Madoka looking up at her with hearts in her eyes were probably going to haunt her imagination for the next week.