A very very pregnant woman

The immunized Aires, Grace, and Rebecca continued their journey towards the second Rogue, and now that he wasn't overwhelmed with the desire to procreate, Aires noticed and took stock of exactly what this mutation involved. Every Infected woman he saw as they flew overhead was, without exception, massively pregnant. Abdomens were often stretched way past natural human capacity, a few of the most **** cases giving the women swollen wombs that were larger than the rest of their bodies. All of their round bellies were filled to the brim with children, and judging from the men that continued to fuck their oozing cunts, they were only looking for more. Of course, they also sported the supernatural beauty of the common Infected, and most of their breasts dripped with an abundance of milk that made them far larger than normal. Not to mention massive hips literally designed for the easy birth of the children they carried.

Aires also noticed the more terrifying aspects of this particular strain. Least among them was the mindlessness with which the men moved and fucked. It was clear from their constant speed and their steady walking that they were nothing but drones, likely not even fully conscious. Their balls were massive, better for churning out more seed, and they constantly fucked their female counterparts, but it was done with empty, impassionate movements and expressions. Aires actually felt bad for them, since he generally preferred that those his virus touched enjoyed its gifts, but not as bad as he felt for the women.

The closer they got to the Rogue Alpha, the more it became evident that the merging they had noticed taking place in the two women was not an isolated incident. Women everywhere were fused together, limbs and torsos joined in a frankly horrific amalgamation of female flesh. Every configuration possible was taking place in some form and a few girls just outright merged together. One striking instance were two just infected girls, one black, the other white, siding together until they only had one torso, split down the middle by their skin colors and their still individual heads looking at each other. The black girl looked eager for what was about to happen, while the white girl was clearly aroused but still scared. Neither had much to say as a blank-faced man came up behind them and started to fuck them pregnant, both their faces becoming matching masks of ecstasy as they were completely fused.

Similar scenes were everywhere, with more and more pregnant women taking part, until every female was part of a massive cohesive whole, various limbs, boobs, and heads sticking out randomly, with the only consistent feature was a bevy of available breeding tunnels to be filled and the enormous swell of wombs. It took another minute of flight before what seemed to be the central nexus came into view, a massive pile of female flesh as large as a building that took up what seemed to be the city square.

"Be careful," Aires called to his women before starting a descent. "We're immune to its pheromone trick, but that doesn't mean its not dangerous. And don't touch it," he added after a moment of consideration. A second later, they landed, Aires on a crooked lamppost, Rebecca clinging to the shadows on the side of a building, and Grace high on a balcony overlooking the area, all of them looking at the intertwined and conjoined mass of bodies that filled the area. And at its center was the most pregnant woman of them all, her enormous belly resting on a torso five times the size of a normal human, with the rest of her scaled to match. Purple hair, formerly dyed and now natural, was done up in a bun around her mature, perfect MILF face.

"What are you?" the god asked with his voice raised, drawing the woman's eyes to him.

"Wait," she said, raising a trembling hand that reached towards him. Aires was on guard, ready for an attack, when he realized she wasn't reaching for him, but towards the lower half of a woman that laid below his lamppost, everything further up from her belly lost in the piles of flesh. The absorbed woman's legs twitched and shook with effort, and something started crowning from between them. Aires watched as what could loosely be described as a baby emerged, though twisted and deformed. It had tentacles instead of legs, a short head, three arms, and a body that was rail thin instead of plump with fat. It didn't cry but squirmed everywhere, until a gap in the fused bodies opened up and pulled it away to somewhere else.

More children followed, some more freakish than others. Blue-skinned demons, baby futas with tiny penises, better formed ones, more monstrous ones, they all steadily escaped the overstuffed womb they had grown quickly in. A few, the most stable and relatively normal ones, were encouraged to suckle on whatever exposed and lactating breast was closest. The rest were pulled back into the ocean of fertility that had created them. In just a minute, another of the male drones had come over to pour another batch of baby juice into the empty womb and make it swell again.

"Birth takes effort. Worth the pain." The Rogue Alpha lowered her trembling arm, slightly sweaty from the effort. "But not enough."

"Why not?" Aires asked. "What's your goal?"

"Birth more. So many more."

"Why?"

"Love being pregnant. Making babies. Make so many. Make all make babies with me. With us."

"But to what end? Half of your 'children' are monsters, twisted. You can't call them babies. They're barely vessels of the virus. Even knowing its power, I'm not sure they will make it to adulthood. What you're doing is pointless."

"Know not all are good. Many dangerous. They join me. Join us. Become us," the woman said, looking horrifically at peace with what she just said.

"You absorb your own children. You create them and then destroy them. Not even I...how could you?"

"No minds. Not thinking. They are pure."

"They're innocent, and you're using them like tools."

"They happy. Content. With me. With us."

"And if I tell you to stop, will you?"

"Stop? Can't stop. Never stop. More spread, more wombs, more children. Always more children."

"Then you won't." Aires steeled himself for what he knew would come next.

"Never."

"Then I'm sorry. You won't stop, and I can't allow that. You give me ****." Aires summoned his power and let it pour off him. The air surrounding him crackled with sparks and the stench of ozone. The female Alpha's eyes widened as she realized the danger she was in, but her massive, joined form of all the women in the city left her immobile and helpless. She could do nothing but watch as Aires' power flashed around him in small, popping bursts. "I won't allow anything to happen to my children," he said, before letting it all rush out of him in a blinding flash of lightning and a thunderous boom. Windows shattered in nearby buildings, the earth quaked, and Grace and Rebecca had to shield their eyes from the incredible might of their master. The Rogue Alpha screamed for a split second before she was eradicated by unstoppable electric energy that flashed through her entire massive body. The entire town was lit up as the lightning moved and burned everyone bearing the Rogue's strain. By the time the light faded, Grace, Rebecca, and Aires were the only ones left alive.

"We should be on our way," Aires said after making sure everything connected to the embodiment of pregnancy fetishes was completely gone. Nothing moved and the massive joined corpse started to melt into sexual fluids as all Infected apparently did. He jumped from the lamppost, which crumbled into rust and dust as soon as he left it. "Unless either of you have anything you need here?"

""No, Master"" they said in harmony and with reverence. They didn't often see Aires exercise his full power and both were awestruck and just a little afraid.

"Let's go then," he said, taking to the sky again and leaving the cum-soaked town behind.