You try to convince her to stay.

“Y-Yes,” you pant, out of breath.

“You really want to go through a 24 hour fuck-session, then birth all those futas? You are crazy,” Amy dismisses you.

“And you want to see how big I can get,” you eye her firm log and swelling balls. “You better get downstairs, I’m not carrying you.”

Your butt is still massive and gaping, but your belly is just a little swollen, and your breasts are only about the size of seedless watermelons. You realize the futas that helped you with the final birth are stroking themselves. You nod and they all dive in at once, which isn’t an issue for you.

Amy looks on. She wants to get involved, but instead she turns and goes to the basement. “Hopefully I get a new order soon, don’t forget about me!”