Well there are Sandra's babies to consider

Once you're locked away inside your chambers with your wives you turn your attention away from the concerns of the outside world and back to them. A rubbed ear here, a stroked tail there is all it takes to make the girls a little more relaxed. With one exception they don't know the stakes you were playing for, so they're merely stressed from the excitement of the first big dinner you've put on in the time they've been here.

"I'm going to check on the nursery," says Sandra.

Before your red furred catgirl can get out of your sight you remove the spell that's been holding back that pregnancy. You have to wonder just how far Sandra's belly worship might go, but before she comes up with another reason why you should delay the birth you give her babies the green light. Unaware of the change she waddles out of the room.

She comes back a moment later clutching her abdomen. It's Helena who notices first. "Oh, Sandra, is it time?" she asks as Sandra tries to maneuver to the closet.

"Not yet," she says with a pained grin.

"Oh yes, I think it's happening right now," says Doe, who's on Sandra in a flash.

"Got to... hmmmm... come on, my last time!" Sandra looks at you longingly.

"There's no way you can do that," says Lessia. "I know you probably wanted to, but you can't even stand."

"Can't wait a month!"

"Probably a lot more than a month," says Renee, kicking her foot against the floor. "That part really sucks, but you can make it work."

"Oh, I had such a good plan," says Sandra, pulling open the closet and looking at her wedding dress, all together at one side of the closet.

You step up behind her and put your arms around her midsection. "Sandra, my love, I really want to meet our babies."

That makes her huff and cry, then she tenses up as another contraction hits. But after that the fight goes out of her and she lets you support her. By the time you get her to a ward room and set up for the birth she's already close to delivering her first child. Unlike Yvonne she's quite willing to take the herb soaked stick in her teeth. The first two delivered are both catgirls, two of the identical triplets you made inside her. Then come the two little boys, also a pair of identical twins. Finally, the smallest of the bunch, the last of Sandra's triplets.

Through the **** Sandra is still quite lucid and eager. After each baby is delivered she's thrilled to see it and clutches them all to her chest. When it's over she lies there, panting, refusing to fall asleep. Finally Doe manages to take one of her babies and promises she's going to clean them up and take them to the nursery. When the last of her daughters is taken away Sandra gives you a lopsided grin and says "You owe me such a good fucking."

"Yes I do. But aren't you glad to finally see them?"

"Yes. Yes, I love them all so much already. I kind of wish I could have kept them inside me forever, you know? Just safe and warm and protected. Now I have to worry about them all the time." She starts sobbing and you give her a big hug. So do Lessia and Renee, both still in the room while everyone else sees to the newborns.

"So five babies," says Renee. "You're going to feel so much lighter. I know I did."

"I'm surprised it was only five," says Lessia.

"Well catfolk babies seem to be about two thirds the size of a human baby. Sandra was pregnant longer than normal for such a large litter, so she was only a little bigger than a human woman with quintuplets would be."

"It seemed even larger than that," says the princess, blanching a little. "I can see why litters of two to four are the most common. But Helena had just one child. She seemed bigger than a woman at two thirds of the way through her pregnancy."

"It's not a perfect conversion. With smaller litters like one or two the babies have the space, so they get quite a bit bigger."

"Ready for a smaller, easier litter next time?" you ask Sandra.

"No way. I need you to stuff me. I need your babies." And with that Sandra finally falls back against the pillow and passes out.

Lessia gives her a gentle pat on the head and says "Worry not, we will see that you gain what you desire."

With all your babies born, at least for the next several months, you head back to your private chambers.
As soon as you get there Alice starts distracting the princess by seductively slipping out of her clothes. You manage to sneak up on Lessia and pinch her bottom, earning you a startled princess and an indignant squeak. It quickly turns into a big smile when she realizes she's been had. After a kiss you push her into Alice's hands. With how lazy Alice has acted in general you still weren't really sure how she felt about sex in general and other women in particular. Regardless, she's certainly proved to be a mischief maker.

Sure enough the red eyed blonde pulls Lessia into her arms and with a touch of magic you confirm what you suspected from the fact that Alice was still unmarried at 25. She's always seemed interested in threesomes and in watching the other girls 'playtime' as they've come to call it. When you played with her on the couch she was particularly horny. You make a mental note to ensure she's similarly fired up any time you decide to sleep with her. She does enjoy sex with you once it starts, so she can't be entirely lesbian, but you resolve to make the extra effort so she learns to enjoy sex with you as much as with your wives.

It may be cheating to use magic to gain these little advantages, but you're not likely to stop and your wives aren't about to complain. By the time you turn your attention elsewhere Lessia is whispering something sexily as Alice pulls her face down towards her fuzzy bosom.

As to where your attention goes - well that would be Yvonne, who's just returned from the nursery. "How are our little darlings?" you ask her.

"They're puuurrrfect," she says, deliberately rolling the word in her deepest voice. Then she smiles fondly. "The ones I gave birth to were actually sound asleep. Doe got to them first and fed them. I got there just in time to help Renee and Helena with Renee's babies and Sandra's new contributions." She rubs her breasts and adds "It's a shame. You'd think boobs this big would make more milk. I could use about two more."

"Yeah, milk's kind of in short supply," says Renee. She's sitting on the edge of the bed and is gently teasing Bethany's ears, the black cat lounging across Renee's lap. "That's even with other catgirls helping out. A few of them have only one or two babies, so they can share a bit more. But there are also some girls with four or five..."

Bethany murmurs "I wish I could help. I mean at some point John will get me and Lessia pregnant, so it's just a matter of time before we need help for our babies."

"That's more possible than you think," you tell her. "Any woman can produce milk if she's suckled from for long enough. It can take a month or more, but all you would have to do is let all of us 'help' you."

"Mmmm, well I don't think I mind the idea," Bethany says. Her brain is obviously running at about half power thanks to Renee's ministration.

"That's what you'd have to do normally. But I am a light mage of some repute."

"Oh!" says Lessia, who's been paying less than full attention thanks to Alice's diligent and dexterous fingers. "I... I would like to help. I feel a bit left out when everyone else is busy in the nursery."

"Aw you can admit that you just want your breasts to get a little more sensitive," says Alice, teasing the princess.

Lessia face quickly turns a color close to raspberry. "No, no! I mean, I..." but she gets cut off by a long, deep kiss from Alice.

"I want to help too," Alice says. "But I'm almost as excited to find out if Sandra and Renee's stories about more sensitive breasts are true."

"Why would I lie about that?" asks Renee.

"Don't know but," Alice grabs her own breast and strokes it, "like I said - can't wait to find out for myself."

"Well me first," says Bethany, still half comatose in Renee's lap.

You hadn't expected anything like this, but getting a set of breasts to do something they were meant to do anyway is hardly a complex trick for a light mage. You kneel next to Bethany and after confirming that she's sure you put your hands on her lovely B cups and make a few tweaks. "There we are, by the end of the week you'll be making milk just like Renee." What you don't mention is that you decided to take the opportunity to firm up her sweater puppies - or rather her sweater kitties. They won't be growing much, but they will produce quite a good amount. And they'll never sag - a fantastic trait that Bethany had most of the genes for. A trait you will make certain all her catgirl children will receive, along with her extra fine black fur and her long, thin tail.

"Is that it?" she asks.

"Yes, but you are going to feel a little strange over the next week. Your breasts will be rushing to develop, so you may be a bit more hungry and a bit more sensitive than usual."

"That wasn't bad at all." She pokes at her own chest and gives you a big smile. "Thank you. I really have felt left out."

"Hey," says Renee as you're standing up. She looks a little shy, which is rare. "I'm... ahem, the one responsible for one of the largest litters. I feel bad always asking for so much help. Could you maybe, um, help me to take care of my babies better?"

"Our babies," you tell her, giving her a hug.

"Yes, yes, but I mean - aw, you're teasing! But is there anything?"

"Well... your breasts are already producing. I mean, there are certainly things I can do. I just don't want to do too much." She gives you a big sad look, ears flattened. You can't say no to her. "Alright, but I am warning you. This will probably mean you're going to start leaking. Unless I do even more."

"What do you mean?"

"I could use my magic to boost your milk production substantially. You would end up making milk much more easily, in fact it's likely you would never stop making milk." Noticing a curious look from Lessia you add, "I believe it can happen rarely with catgirls. Those where large litters run in the family."

"But what about the 'unless I do more' part?"

"It's possible to make a few little changes. I could give you more control over when the muscles in your breasts relax and perhaps give you some ability to control how much milk you produce. It wouldn't be perfect control - the way breasts work they aren't connected to your mind in the same way as your fingers or your feet. But whatever I do you're going to be lactating until you get me to stop it. Your body will be changed permanently."

Renee thinks about it for a few moments. Finally she looks up at you and says "Maybe all that would scare me if it wasn't you. I'm all yours, please help me feed our babies." She leans back and bites her lip nervously, waiting. Her nipples are hard for some reason. Perhaps she's excited by this.

Very carefully you make the changes to Renee's bosom. Since you're making mildly forbidden and blasphemous changes to her chest regardless you also see to it that they will expand very slightly. Even with her pregnancy Renee's chest has remained at the smaller side of a B cup. Over the next week the extra milk production will contribute to them puffing up a little and reaching a plump yet firm middle B cup. No need to adjust her sensitivity, but you do make her nipples a little hardier. They look the same, they'll feel the same, but with more suckling you don't want her to be permanently sore. Finally those little boosts to the muscles that control her 'let down' reflex, plus some hormonal tweaking that will make sure she lactates less when she tightens those muscles, more when she relaxes them and more still if she pushes for them to relax completely.

"Again, you're going to feel weird and tired. But your milk should last longer and come on easier starting tomorrow. Over a week or so you're going to make more and more. We'll have to see if I overshot once the week is over."

"Sounds like fun," says Renee. She looks at Bethany, who's already starting to look sleepy, and cuddles up with her. "Thank you," is the last thing she says before dozing off.

On the other side of the bed both Lessia and Alice have been watching intently. At some point Alice started helping Lessia out of her clothes, too. It's easy to see that Lessia is either cold or excited - and it's never that cold in your bedroom.