Chapter Text
More time had passed, and Metera was now nine months pregnant. She was only days away from her due date, and her stomach was so huge that most of her clothing didn’t fit anymore. She was so heavily pregnant that it was the most noticeable thing about her, protruding forward from her belly with such prominence that even if people didn’t want to touch it, their hands often brushed past it. Metera had that glow about her that was getting her more attention, and her pussy was as sensitive as ever. However, she could still only cum when Gran and Metera were doing it with her.
When the crew was taking a break for lunch, Gran picked up something at a store. When he returned, he asked Metera to try it on. Metera was excited to do cosplay, and slipped away to change. She felt a sense of relief as her huge stomach was released from the tight clothes she had forced around it, but found that she was soon putting on another, equally tight set of clothes. She emerged wearing a maid outfit, looking like she was employed at the mansion of a prominent noble.
“There’s not enough fabric on this,” said Metera.
While the headband of the maid outfit fit her perfectly, looking cute with her ears, and the stockings were the kind she liked, the main dress and apron looked shorter than they were supposed to. The outfit had not been tailored for a pregnant woman, especially not one as heavily pregnant as Metera. The sides of her swollen breasts were bulging out from the uniform, and the apron didn’t cover much of her belly at all. The entire bottom of the curve, from her navel on downward, was showing, exposed to the elements.
“I think it looks good on you,” said Gran.
“Something a naughty girl like yourself should wear,” said Zeta.
“Everyone can see how pregnant I am,” said Metera. “All four of your babies, resting inside my gravid stomach... Do I really have to wear this while looking like this? Unless you want me to get you off.”
“Only if you call me Master,” said Gran. “While you’re wearing this, you’re my maid for the afternoon.”
“Very well... Master,” said Metera. “I’ll show you why I serve you and you alone.”
Gran and Zeta were sitting at the table outside, watching Metera walk around with her huge belly wobbling, her breasts looking like they could free themselves from her outfit at any moment. The two of them were each waiting with a cup of coffee. They had made it perfectly aromatic and rich in color. The only thing missing was the milk. Gran called Metera over, and asked her for a little something extra. She was his maid, she would have to do as he said.
“I feel like this coffee needs a little more milk,” said Gran.
“I don’t know if we have any,” said Metera.
“Looks like those breasts of yours are full of it,” said Gran. “Why not serve some directly from your chest?”
“If you insist, Master,” said Metera.
She pushed the fabric into her cleavage, exposing her breasts. They had gotten even larger, and her nipples were a much darker shade than before. Drops of white milk rolled onto her areolae. If she had waited a second longer it would have stained her outfit. Metera began squeezing her breast from the top, pushing until the drops of milk gathering on her nipples turned into streams of the sticky, white stuff, squirting into the coffee cup and coloring it a lighter shade of brown.
Gran mixed it in, and tasted from the cup. It was rich and delicious, as expected from an Erune’s creamy breast milk. Zeta asked if she could have some milk, too. Metera poured some milk from her other breast into Zeta’s cup. Once Zeta had taken a sip, she gave Metera a knowing look. “In my coffee is acceptable, but I would prefer to have some straight from the tap.”
Zeta grabbed hold of Metera’s breasts, squeezing them close together until both of her nipples were touching. Zeta put both of Metera’s hard, brown nipples into her mouth at once, sucking as hard as she could. This was more than drinking. She was gulping down milk by the mouthful, her tongue lashing against Metera’s hard tips. The more she sucked, the more Metera moaned. She felt her pussy getting wet, leaving a damp spot on her panties that a passing breeze made all the more apparent.
After pulling away from her breasts, Zeta had a few drops of milk running down her chin. She licked them up, watching as a few drops of milk fell out of Metera’s nipples. Seeing Zeta greedily sucking on Metera’s tits had made Gran hard. It was an erotic sight, and as long as Metera was in this state, he wanted to take advatage of it. He unbuckled his pants, letting his hard cock spring out. It was erect and throbbing, drops of precum already spilling from the bright pink tip.
“Metera, can you come over here and use those pregnant breasts of yours to give me a milky titfuck?” asked Gran.
“Right away, Master,” said Metera.
She went over to Gran, her breasts and belly bouncing, and got on her knees. She wrapped her breasts, slick with Zeta’s saliva and her own milk, around his cock. As his dick disappeared into the soft valley of Metera’s chest, Gran let out a lewd grunt. Metera licked his glans with her tongue, letting her saliva run down the length of the shaft before she started squishing and squeezing her breasts against him. The pressure of her chest was immense, aided by the added weight and size they had gained over her many months of pregnancy.
“I’m surprised you held out being able to have sex with only two people for nine months,” said Gran. “You’ve grown used to my cock.”
“Don’t get full of yourself,” said Metera. “I’m going to blow your mind, right after I make you blow your load.”
Zeta stuck her hand down her panties, fingering herself as she watched Metera play with Gran’s cock. The two of them had been holding back for this day. They wanted themselves and Metera to be as pent up as possible. It would be the last chance they’d have to have their way with her before she delivered, and was freed from the spell that Magisa had placed on her. Her stomach was so huge it was nearly touching the ground when she bent over. Zeta couldn’t believe how lewd it looked.
Slurping noises sounded just below Gran’s line of sight. Metera sucked away at his dick, lapping away at his shaft and trying to coax him into cumming. She squeezed down on her breasts, making lines of milk trickle down. As she sucked, Gran felt himself approaching orgasm. Metera’s techniques were so good that she had become even lewder since her pregnancy began. Her tongue ran against his length, as if thirsting for his spunk.
“Metera, in your mouth!” said Gran.
Spurts of hot cum shot from the tip of his glans, splattering against Metera’s palate. She sucked up all of it, loudly gulping to let him know that she had happily taken all of his cum into her belly. When Metera removed his dick from her grasp, it was still hard. Gran looked down at Metera’s gravid stomach, and asked her if she wanted to take a seat. She answered in the affirmative, until Gran specified what he meant.
“Sit down on my dick,” said Gran. “Take off your panties and show me your pregnant pussy.”
“Yes, Master,” said Metera.
She stripped out of her panties, lines of pussy juice trailing down her thighs. Metera sat down on Gran’s lap, her pussy swallowing up his cock until it had vanished inside her. Gran reached around and began massaging her belly. Nine months. Nine months ago he had used that spell, and given her four children to care for. She had taken to it surprisingly well, even if she kept sneaking away to see if maybe, this time, some dick other than his could make her cum. None of them had been able to. The spell was that ironclad on her body. Now here she was, her tits and belly hanging out, her soft ass bouncing against his hips, riding on his dick with her due date fast approaching.
“Showing off your pregnant maid, what a naughty Master,” said Zeta. “Let me help you.”
Zeta got down below them, and started licking the spot where they were connected. Her warm tongue alternated between Gran’s dick, now covered in Metera’s pussy juice, and Metera’s hard clit. Both of them felt an additional shock of stimulation. Gran got even harder inside Metera, and she began leaking more milk from her breasts from the sheer pleasure of it all. Her belly jiggled, the weight of it impressing Zeta. She brushed her hair against it, feeling those firm curves that Metera had allowed to change her body, turning her into a mother.
“This’ll be the last chance you’ll ever get,” said Metera. “I underestimated you. Maybe your dick is good enough to satisfy me after all. Once I’m back on my birth control magic, maybe I’ll let you do me more often.”
“You’re just saying that because your pussy has taken on the shape of my cock,” said Gran. “That’s what you get from being only mine for nine months.”
“Let’s see you talk big after I’ve given birth,” said Metera. “Oh, fuck! My pussy feels so good, I think I might cum soon!”
“Me too,” said Gran. “You’ve gotten even plumper and wetter down there. This is so much better than before I knocked you up.”
“Let your dick go wild. Cum inside me!” said Metera.
Gran grabbed onto Metera’s belly, while Zeta kissed her clitoris. Gran thrust as far up into her as he could, his dick spurting wave after wave of cum inside her. It bubbled over from her lower lips, dripping down onto Zeta’s face. Zeta licked it up, enjoying the salty flavor just as much. When Metera wasn’t using him to get off, she had been enjoying her time spent with Gran as well. She was an important part of their threesome that the spell had arranged.
Metera was panting heavily, her body flushing bright red and dripping with sweat. Small squirts of pussy juice were falling from her lips, dripping like a light rain onto the ground. She turned to Gran with that same smug look on her face. “You may think I’m loose, but you’re not so bad yourself. I hate to say it, but for this pregnancy, you were able to satisfy me pretty well. You two made me consistently cum. I can’t say that for every lay I’ve had. Not bad.”
“Try to rely on the rest of the crew a little more,” said Zeta. “Don’t go running off to find some guy. Or because you feel you’re too good for us.”
“You’re gonna need some help raising those kids,” said Gran.
“I’m not worried about that,” said Metera. “I still have a few days left before my due date, it’s not going to happ-”
Metera felt a sharp pang in her stomach. Her contractions had been getting stronger, and this one was the strongest yet. She was pretty sure her water broke. Metera turned to Gran, completely devoid of the smugness she’d had only moments ago. Clutching her stomach, still in the maid outfit, she asked him one last favor.
“Can somebody call a midwife?” she asked. “I’m gonna go into labor really, really soon.”
Four Erune children were successfully delivered. While Metera’s habits didn’t change right away, she did find herself relying more on Gran and less on her birth control magic. The thrill and libido she had experienced during her pregnancy was kind of exciting. Perhaps she wouldn’t mind getting knocked up again.