You are now!

“If I wasn’t immobile before, I sure am now,” you observe. “I’m not even going to try to move.”

“Leaving your rear exposed? There are dickgirls around, baby!” Jay buries herself to the hilt. “But I guess you can handle anything they throw at you!”

“You can keep them in me if you like. I’m so loose that if I sat on a chair it might end up inside me,” you mention with a wiggle and a yawn.

“I just might, though who knows what the morning will bring! Are you going to sleep?”

“I’m stretched out and worn out and pregnant. I think I should.”

* * *

You wake up face down on your tits like you last remember before passing out. Nobody even tried to move you. You check your belly and see it only has Dee inside it, plus maybe a bit of fat. Your breasts are definitely larger now. They feel tingly as well, arousing even. Lactation, probably. You try to raise to a kneeling position, and surprise yourself when you do without much effort. You still feel the weight, but move it easily. Glancing down at your thighs, you see how large they have become.

“Looks like I found where it all went,” Jay speaks from behind you. She is trapped against the headboard of the bed by your big butt. “Your hips are so wide now, too. Like as wide as the bed.”

“I think I’m lactating now too,” you brag.

“That’s right, baby. You are experiencing womanhood in all its glory now. Your curves are out of control. Can you move with all this weight?”

You swing your legs over the side of the bed. Your weight in front has you off-balance, but you stumble to your feet. You feel your breasts rest over and to the side of your belly, wetness running to their undersides and down your body. You look at yourself in the mirror. Your feminine curves are beyond reasonable. Your breasts sit high on your chest but still hang to your waist because of their size. Your hips are wider than the doorway now and your butt cheeks reach the far end of the bed when standing by its side. Your cheeks swell not just out but also down to your knees and up to your mid-back.

You lost track of Jay.