Chapter 36

Previously on Centaurus: The Size Queen Tea Club become aware that Fey actually exists and is a real person after they meet with the tumblers Zoey and Penny. Vivi puts to the test her Fey dildo product line. The frustrated Loxodon Heather tries to snuu snuu to death a small dogkin called Rebecca, but is instead snuu snuu’ed herself with the help of Wummy.

Now, Chapter 36:

The Dress.

Ellaria glared at it. The thing had put her in a rather awkward position. The Dress had been measured and cut to fit an elf who did not have a large centaur egg stretching out her belly, which was a problem as she happened to be an elf with a large centaur egg stretching out her belly.

She wanted to put it on, but of course, she couldn't, because it simply wouldn't fit around her expanded waist. That in effect meant only one thing.

The egg needed to come out.

She looked down at her stark naked body, elven perfection, smooth blemish free skin, incredibly pleasing arcing curves... and then the larger arcing curve of her belly marking the egg inside of her womb.

She traced her fingers over it, feeling the thing held within her, the thing making her appear six months pregnant. She’d taken it into herself in a moment of wild impulse borne out of a desire to taste just a little of how it would feel to be a broodmother.

She couldn't deny it, she absolutely loved it. The weight hanging off her hips, the change in her centre of gravity, the warmth emanating from within, the feeling of being fecund and hormonal and filled with life. It was truly wonderful. And now she would get to sample the next part of broodmother-hood. Birth.

She glanced at the curtain hiding her from the tailor's shop. The light piece of fabric hardly seemed sufficient and there was a gap at the bottom where it didn't quite reach the floor. Beyond it lay Harry’s busy business. Whatever Harry was, he was a talented tailor and he had many customers, over a dozen had been browsing his clothing range when she had come in to collect the dress.

She bit her lip. Was she really about to give birth with so many people just beyond the thin fabric curtain? No idea what was happening in the small closet-like changing room just feet away from them?

The answer to that was of course a yes and she slowly eased her feet out, her legs forming an A against the corners of the small space. Then her caressing fingers moved up near the top of the bulge in her belly and palmed the shape. Then she began to press down against it.

A soft groan escaped her lips as an increasing feeling of delicious pressure grew around her loins. The egg wasn't going to be birthed easily but that didn't deter her. She tensed her thigh muscles and pressed down hard with her arms, and gradually, the bulge in her belly started to very slowly move downward, skin rolling over the shape within.

She could feel herself spreading internally, cervix gaping wide to allow the egg passage into her passage. It was slow going but the more the egg scraped against her insides the more flashes of stimulation rolled through her body flushing her cheeks and the wetter her pussy became easing the egg’s movement.

Soon long gossamer strands of her fluids were descending from her reddening muff, stretching down feet before the glistening threads snapped and lightly pattered onto the carpet below. More strands soon followed as her body grew increasingly excited, the stretching of her hyper sensitive nerves around the massive egg driving her wild. She could feel her cervix dilating wide now and her labia starting to part, gaping as a curved glossy snow white surface peeked from between the pink of her lips. Her cunny slowly eased wider then pulled back a bit as she paused for a breather before pushing on, fingers digging into her belly bulge, her internal muscles rhythmically squeezing and milking at the egg, trying to draw it down and out.

The rain of fluid increased and her breath came in pants, a little of the egg just visible between her thighs, her pussy stretched into a lewd O shape around the tip of the smooth rounded surface.

“Tree rot! Was it always this beeg!” she whisper-groaned as she strained, both the incredible pressure and imminent release only climbing.

Her pussy stretched, clit squeezed from its hood, and Ellaria widened her stance further still, spreading her thighs as much as she could as the egg slowly lowered downward, a third of it now visible from her perfect pussy. The curve of an enormous egg over a foot wide between her thighs, labia stretched paper thin around its slippery form, floods of fluid pouring from her now, fat gel like strands of cloudy fem lube that rolled around the egg to the lowest point then dangled down sloppily between her legs reaching all the way to the ground forming a puddle. She was glad for her productivity as it was easing the passage of the egg that was rubbing her nerves into a frenzy.

She looked like she was going to make it... But then the egg got stuck.

She strained and strained, her skin gaining a sheen of sweat, hands slipping on the remainder of her belly bulge as she tried to push it down, but to no avail, the egg would go no further, it had formed a perfect vacuum seal and couldn't be removed.

Ellaria was stuck spread legged in the changing room with a massive egg half out of her pussy, a dozen people making small talk outside, completely unaware of her obscenity, an elf of perfect elegance and staggering beauty with her legs spread awkwardly trying to push out the rest of the massive egg protruding from herself, skin sweaty with the exertion.

“C-c’mon c’mon!!” she muttered, bouncing her hips up and down, trying to shake the thing loose.

Instead the egg sucked back inside slightly, losing inches of progress. Ellaria groaned and squeezed down as hard as she could. The egg pushed back out further than ever but then sucked back into her once more, refusing to leave.

Biting down on her lip she began a desperate battle, bouncing her hips up and down as she squeezed, trying to push the egg dangling between her thighs out.

Voices neared the curtain and she was horrified to hear them talk of using the changing rooms, then even more horrified to see a hand curl around the changing room curtain, about to rip it aside, exposing her stark naked and extremely compromised position to the entire shop. Worse, her body couldn't stop squeezing and milking at the egg, the thing going in and out of her pussy faster and faster as her pussy hungrily slurped on the thing.

“O-Occupied!” she managed to get out just in time as the curtain started to move.

“Oh, sorry,” came a voice.

Ellaria didn't hear them, her eyes rolling up as the slurping of the egg reached a crescendo and her pussy spasmed, a long spray of clear fluid exploding from her front and spraying up the wall. It was all she could do not to scream, and even with her hands both clamped over her mouth some embarrassing sounds escaped.

“A-ah, ah-- a-ah!!-”

With a loud schloooorping queef the vacuum seal that had prevented the egg’s release finally broke and it slammed to the ground with a bang. The elf soon followed, her legs giving out as they turned to jelly her vastly gaped pussy landing atop the egg, greedily grasping at it as though to take it once more back in, only the fact the egg was on its side preventing her pussy from doing so.

Ellaria rolled off the egg and slumped on the floor, trembling body curled around it, chest rising and falling in quick pants body rinsed with sweat, lube, and squirt, gaped pussy visible in the changing room’s tall mirror.

She spent a few minutes like that before opening her eyes.

A little panic hit her as she had a clear view under the curtain of the tailor’s shop and of the people browsing the merchandise, more than when she had first entered, nearly twenty people of varying species.

By some miracle no one had noticed anything and she struggled to her knees, shivering at the feel of air cooling her gaped open pussy.

“Goddamit, this dress had better be worth it.”

After a moment she gathered herself and slowly climbed to her feet.

She picked up the egg. Was it larger than when she had originally put it inside of herself? And was there now red metallic flecks amongst the pink metallic flecks on its glossy porcelain surface? ...Something to check on later.

Stowing the egg in her dimensional bag she removed a cloth and wiped down her sweat soaked skin. Then, once she was cleaned up and as elegant and elvishly calm as ever, she returned to the true object of her attention, the thing hanging from a hook on the changing room wall.

The Dress.

Ellaria had eventually been convinced that allowing it to be finished would be a good thing, although its creator, Harry, might have played on her emotions a little bit on that one, quite literally begging her to let him work, tears running down his face as he knelt on the floor.

Of course, even then, she still wouldn't have allowed it had she not had her own input.

A dress that was meant solely for looks and gliding around at dinner parties making simpering small talk? That was hardly going to be very useful to an adventurer. What? Was she supposed to hang around gloomy monster filled dungeons while sipping tea and trying to strike up polite conversation with giant spiders and cave bears? No that wouldn't do at all.

As such she had forced the unfortunate Harry to make the thing at least somewhat practical. He hadn't been happy about that, having to take a knife to his unfinished creation, shortening the floor length fabric, making it fire and stab proof, and adding, horror of horrors, pockets. He had looked like she just suggested setting fire to an orphanage when she’d demanded pockets and he had resisted stubbornly until she burned one of his eyebrows off.

In the end though, the tailor had found something within her strict limitations… something special… the limits forcing him to go beyond his normal tailoring ability, his creativity elevated. It was obvious to even a layman that the Dress was bypassing current fashion entirely and creating something that would drag all other fashion along with it in its wake as it struck out and broke new ground, a vogue gravity well.

Creation constrained by limitation sometimes gave rise to innovation, and the Dress that had been made was almost ethereal in its inspiration.

The Dress was something the world had never seen before.

She quickly slipped the Dress over her head and then examined it in the mirror. Despite herself she was pleased with how it looked. The fabric was cinched tight around her now smoothed waist before falling down in a skirt that came half the way down her thigh leaving her elegant legs bare below, the excess fabrics coiling on itself in S shapes around her thighs yet remaining flitty and light, flaring outward and hiding her still exposed gape from sight. Above her waist it cupped her indecently round chest with an intricate floral cutout, strapless, her shoulders and neck bare.

A summer dress made formal.

The fabric itself was white. White that was softly glowing and filling the small changing room she was in like a summer's day, the tall mirror she examined herself in redoubling it.

Besides the glow the fabric was threaded with barely visible cotton fine threads of liquid gold shaped into a floral design, trimmed and mirrored with a second floral design in white lace around her bust. The pockets she had ordered were there too, hidden amongst the folds of the skirt, two extra large buttons on each carved from snow white monster ivory, suitable for her adventurer self.

No doubt the Dress was just a loan, after all the tailor's motive was clear in her eyes, she was to be used as an advertising billboard for his business. Obviously. Harry had better hope his work would hold up in battle or his reputation might take on more harm than good.

“Good enough,” she muttered, flicking a lock of red hair aside. She had places to be and couldn't be spending all day at this silly Tailor’s shop.

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Harry fidgeted with his fingers, picking and chewing at nails that had seen a lot of picking and chewing as of late.

His eyes drifted from the now bare manikin that had held The Dress to the curtained changing room where the staggeringly beautiful elf, his muse, was putting it on.

She was taking a frustrating amount of time and he felt sure the sheer suspense was going to cause him health issues, health issues apart from the near heart attack the elf had given him when she had turned up appearing pregnant. It had taken her repeatedly telling him she wasn’t actually pregnant to calm him, that she was simply wearing special adventurer armour beneath her blouse that looked like a pregnancy. That… made a certain amount of sense he had to admit, it wasn't like the elf could have become so pregnant in a few days. She had told him she would simply remove the armour as she had strode past snatching up the Dress and disappearing into the changing room.

He didn't feel much better if he was honest.

It was just that he had put rather a lot into making this Dress. Okay, more than a lot, he had put his everything into it, he just couldn't bear to see that elf without clothing that would compliment her mind boggling beauty in the most optimal way.

The journey to create the Dress had been an arduous one, not just because of the elf’s maddening demands that the Dress be made practical, but also because of the hard to acquire materials he had needed to be able to do that, materials that made his previous most coveted mythril silks look like some beggar's rags.

The core woven from frayed dragon scale was illegal in the extreme and risky to possess, and that was to say nothing of the sketchy dark band he’d sent to plunder the Barrows of the Bardic Barons, a place banned from being even neared by the Adventurers Guild, and anyone else with a lick of sense. The dark band hadn’t come back the same, passing him ancient shimmering fabrics made from the gods knew what then leaving and refusing to answer his letters. He hadn't liked what he’d seen in their eyes.

Finally, there had been the ivory buttons, for that he had contracted a mentalist to erase his memory of how he acquired them and what they were made of. It was the only way he had been able to make the visions go away.

He’d worked without sleep until it was done, the various magics carefully woven in, all designed to be optimally powered by the natural ambience of the user’s mana, the purer the better.

His hands had hurt by the time he had finished.

Yet all of it had needed to be done, he had zero doubt. His creative drive screamed for it, whipping him to madness, the vision of the Dress clawing its way from his imagination into the world, howling to live, to be made real.

The final thing was worth a very illegal fortune just in the material itself, and he knew it to be a masterpiece beyond masterpieces, a once in a century Dress and something he would never ever come close to replicating again. Such a frantic fever of rabid inspiration would only ever come to him once, if only because he feared the next time it would kill him.

The curtain twitched and he drew in a sharp breath, heartbeat thundering, could his creation match the elf’s impossible beauty? Could he live up to his muse?

Ellaria pulled the curtain aside and stepped into the shop.

Harry’s heart missed a beat. The Dress was glowing? Why was it glowing?! And her beauty and the Dress and her beauty and the Dress and her beauty and the Dress and her- he caught himself looking between the summery softly glowing Dress and the elf herself over and over, trapped in a cycle that was breaking his brain, making his blood pump, heating his body. What had he created?

The Dress not only complimented her, it magnified her, making her something more. His eyes traveled from top to bottom. She wore nothing but the Dress, apparently forgoing shoes even though he had left various pairs out for her to choose from. He vaguely recalled Elves had a nakedness habit, something inherited from their past, au naturale and barefoot in the woods was the default for an elf.

There had been conversation in the shop, but that was promptly strangled by her emergence. A man fell over a rack of clothing behind Harry as he stared at her, eyes bugging out of his head. Another crashed against the counter knocking the register to the ground in a deafening metallic crash.

Harry was the first to speak, if it could be called speaking.

“Y-y-y-you!”

“Yes? This is the Dress you made for me Harry, what were you expecting?”

“It’s w-wasnt m-meant to g-glow- and and, h-how much MORE it makes you-!” he managed to choke out, his one remaining eyebrow lifting as far as it could go.

Ellaria’s eyes moved down and narrowed as she saw a small tent being made in the tailor's trousers.

Harry followed her gaze, realised he was publicly erect, and slapped his hands over his shame, blushing bright red.

“Uh- uh- I’m- th-that's!”

“Pathetic.” sneered the elf. “Really it’s just a Dress, and this is your reaction?”

“J-just a Dress?!? JUST A DRESS?!?” shrieked Harry, “You look- I can't form the words, you're just too much!”

Ellaria scowled, which only made the tailor’s trouser tent twitch, and glared past him at the other customers of the shop, every one of them were frozen and staring at her open mouthed, even the women. Every male looking her way was having similar clothing malfunctions as Harry.

She took a step forward, bare feet coming down on carpet.

The shop flinched. A particularly nervous looking lupine teenager shuddered, his eyelids fluttering as he curled over his crotch, a damp patch appearing at the tip of the tent in his shorts.

“Oh don't be ridiculous.” snapped Ellaria at the whimpering lupine. She strode past him and shoved open the front door.

Behind her a chorus of pleas went up, begging her to stay.

The street didn't fare much better and Ellaria was met with people popping tents everywhere she stepped or throwing themselves before her and begging to be given a date, or for straight up marriage.

She booted them aside and continued on her way, but the tide of people just seemed to be growing, her dressed form creating a crowded traffic jam by itself and blocking passage.

It got to the point that even fire wasn’t scaring her admirers and she was forced to flee into an alley, jumping a few walls before finding a secluded place behind a warehouse.

Annoyed beyond belief she stripped and stowed the Dress in her dimensional bag that had been hooked under the skirt.

She almost walked out into the street stark naked then and there but caught her reflection in a window and realised she had forgotten to replace her clothing after taking it off.

She quickly threw on some more standard adventurey clothes and stormed away.

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Flora eyed her teenage competition. They were… annoyingly cheerful.

Most obvious was Tami who was now partly visible, the roof of the three-storey stable having been dismantled and removed. She seemed most content of the teenagers, filled enormously with still hot horse cum, legs lazily swinging back and forth in the air as she perused the many sheets of paper set out over her belly. She occasionally plucked a chocolate from a box to her side and cooed as she read something of particular interest in whatever it was she was reading.

Down below her the stable courtyard had been turned into an open air lounge, strewn with enormous pillows and sheets and silks, furniture taken from indoors and set out with dozens of servants attending.

Flora herself took up a good third of the space, her pregnant belly set upon innumerable luxurious pillows.

Another third was mostly taken up by Tami’s teenage friends, Ruby a pink haired wolfkin with obnoxiously dyed pink hair (obviously a tacky copy of a gnome's brilliant natural pink hair), and Sarah a chubby bunnykin with an unusual amount of ear piercings.

The pair of them had apparently been removed from beneath Tami as the stable had been partly dismantled. Both Ruby and Sarah were smaller than Flora and Tami but only in comparison, they were still huge and rounded with cum.

All three of the happy teenagers had just been finished with being bathed by the servants which tended them, their pale taut skin washed and sponged with warm water, their clothing replaced with fluffy white towels that wrapped around their legs and chests.

The both of them, like Tami, also had sheets of paper scattered across their vast cum bellies which they were reading and making pleased sounds, occasionally reciting out loud a particular part which caused the teenagers to giggle and coo.

A number of slim animated ropes rose up the teenagers’ bellies, each of them going between their towel wrapped legs where they were tied around lengths of rubber, lengths of colourful rubber that looked suspiciously horse like and were lazily easing in and out of their pussies, a glossy sheen of their juices rolling down their bellies in long rivulets behind their legs.

“Those silly minotaur girls really had no idea what they had gotten themselves into huh?” said Ruby the wolfkin as the horse dildo, moved by Tami’s autopilot rope, slowly and deliciously eased back into her, feet of rubber gradually slipping by her glistening wet lips, stretching her teenage pussy wider, taking nearly a full minute to reach the base.

“Oh and you did?”

“Well… sorta, I did see Tami who was already pretty big.”

“You could have invited me, you know! I have like soooo many stallions Fey could have absorbed!” came a voice from below.

The two teenagers in the stable yard looked down over their bellies to see another teenager, a human, one completely normal and un-cumfilled and wearing a school uniform, short pleated skirt bouncing as she animatedly harrumphed.

“You were too busy riding the damned horses!” came a voice further up, Tami turning away from her newsletter. “That's all you ever do these days is ride horses! You nobles don't do anything else! Maybe if you stopped riding horses for five seconds and learned something of commerce you wouldn't feel so threatened by us merchants!”

“I don’t just ride horses Tami, I find that accusation offensive, and, well, You’re not the only ones with a secret!”

“I didn't know there was a secret to keep until you handed me these newsletters Lucy. That Fey is already being read about by the noble ladies circles is uh, something.”

“More than read, you wouldn't believe how hot the trade has gotten with the things, I’ve even seen forgeries being passed around as there aren't enough of the originals!”

“Wait, what do you mean secret?”

“Oh, well wouldn't you just like to know!”

“Tell us or we won't share how it went down with Fey!”

“Are you serious?”

“Totally.”

“Gods. Fiiine.”

The teenager rolled her eyes and then awkwardly shuffled out her feet, spreading her legs. She slid a hand beneath her skirt, pleats folding around her wrist and then fiddled with something, then came the sound of buckles clicking free. Then, tongue sticking from corner of mouth and brow furrowed she slowly eased her hand down, something coming with it. A long wet lurid sound filled the air and along with it many drips of fluid that spattered over the rug and silk covered ground.

A fat black length flopped from her skirt held at one end. The teenager shuddered as it was freed, taking a moment to gather herself before lifting it into the air trophy like.

An eleven inch black and mottled pink minotaur cock was lifted into the air with a metal ring at its base.

“...Is that a dildo?”

“What? No it's the real deal! Look that’s real minotaur cum on the tip!”

“...Why do you have a severed minotaur penis Lucy?”

The teenager made a sound of exasperation. “It’s not a severed minotaur penis gosh! The metal thing at the bottom here, it's a portal, it's connected to the crotch of some lucky minotaur boy somewhere.”

“...You have a dick portal?... Why?”

“Because it's awesome!”

Lucy waved the length around as if to demonstrate, the stiff thing waggling in the breeze.

“You haven't lived until you’ve tried horse riding with one of these! Your hips slamming over and over against the hard saddle as the great big muscular stallion races beneath you, just imagining the boy on the other end of the portal losing his mind, and then feeling it as they cum and cum and cum inside of me! HNFFF! It’s the most freeingly wild thing ever!”

The other teenagers considered this.

“Does… this portal ring thing work on anything?”

Lucy scratched her cheek. “I guess, the other Ladies in the tea club I got it from have a huge collection of dicks, one for every occasion. It’s because of a Class one of the Lady Ariawyn’s servants has.”

Tami wriggled atop her vast belly, scattering the newsletters aside as she tried to peer down at schoolgirl.

“Wait, couldn’t- couldn't that be used on Fey?!”

“...I-... I think I’ve said too much…” murmured Lucy abruptly shutting her mouth and looking around at the servants as it dawned on her she was being a little too open.

“No, tell us more! What Class is it that lets you do that?!” cried Sarah, bunny ears flopping as she tried to get a better view of Lucy.

“Erm…”

As this was happening a trio of maids had been quietly doing things behind Tami’s back, standing on a ring of scaffolding that had been set up when the roof had been dismantled on the three storey stable’s walls.

Flora watched with interest as they were passed a transparent rubber hose with a large rubber bulb at the end the size of a cantaloupe.

She traced the hose as it wound away from them to a large four person pumping device made of iron that had been silently hauled up onto the scaffolding. A seesaw was set across its top that four maids were currently holding onto, their expressions serious, clearly ready to begin pumping at a moments notice.

They didn't have to wait long, the three maids with the end of the hose suddenly leapt down barefoot onto Tami’s vast belly and raced across its surface. It took a moment for the teenager to react to the feel of their feet sinking into her tummy but then she turned around with a tiger-like snarl.

“What the hell!!”

But it was already too late, two of the maids dove for her rear, grabbing hold of her towel clad thighs and spreading her legs apart as the third flicked a knife cutting the rope attached to the Fey dildo, which she then ripped free, and then thrust home the bulbed tip of the hose, pushing it against her sloppy teenage pussy hard and then fully inside with a lurch, her folds eagerly engulfing the bulb as the maid pushed the hose further inside still.

The colourful Fey dildo slick with wet lazily slid down Tami’s sloping belly behind them.

“Now! Pump now!”

The four maids on the pump leapt into action, furiously pumping the seesaw up and down. In moments a powerful sucking force was applied and cum shllurrrpped out of Tami’s pussy, exploding down the hose and bulging it out, the transparency becoming solid white with horse cum, the hose thrashing and writhing with the pressure, the maid feeding the hose into the teenager’s pussy struggling to keep it still.

“NUUUU! S-Stop! Its mineeee!” wailed Tami, her legs kicking and thrashing as the two maids forced her thighs apart allowing the hose to pump and pump.

“W-we’re sorry Tami! Your father commanded it!” wailed one of the maids struggling to keep her legs spread.

Tami turned a furious red faced glare on them.

“And you listened to him!?”

She slapped her hands down on her belly and ropes boiled out of the remainder of the stable around the edge of her belly, hundreds of lengths of rope that surged forth, snaking up her belly and headed straight for the maids.

The maids let go of the teenager’s legs and the third maid wrapped her legs and arms around Tami’s thighs in a lock, using her body to prevent Tami from kicking free the hose.

The two maids flicked their wrists and a pair of cutlasses magically appeared in each of their hands, flashing bright in the sun. The ropes came on, a tsunami of fibre that crashed over the maids.

The ropes didn't stand a chance, the maids' hands moved so fast they couldn't be seen and in a moment there were thousands of pieces of chopped up rope rolling and bouncing down Tami's belly in a rain of hemp.

“You have Classes too?!” cried Tami, distraught as the maids repelled everything she threw at them.

“We were hand picked for the job miss! Sorry about this again!”

Tami howled and struggled as the machine continued to pump, tears in her eyes as she unsuccessfully tried to fend off the relentless maids and it looked as if the teenager was doomed to gradually be emptied.

That is until she opened her eyes and turned to Flora.

“H-Hey, you’ve got to help me! I read the newsletter! I know what you can do, so- so stop them! I command it!”

Flora yawned lazily.

“You’re gonna have to ask a bit more nicely than that, you know.”

“Please! Please stop them! I know you're a good kind gnome and a really good adventurer!”

“Eheh, I guess I am huh? Alright, I’ll give you a hand, one size queen to another.”

Flora flicked out her hand and the three maids were ripped away from Tami’s loins with a cry and deposited down in the pillow strewn courtyard, then the four operating the large pumping machine too.

Tami let out a breath of relief.

“G-gods, thankyou, I almost lost everything! All of Fey!”

“Uhuh.” said Flora as she levitated the pumping machine up into the air. To her interest there were a lot of extra hoses attached, some attached to barrels hidden amongst the scaffolding, they dangled around the thing as it rose high up into the air and began to move toward her.

Tami struggled with the hose inserted in her pussy, ankles squeezing the rubber and trying to pull the bulb free.

“Uhm, I… seem to be having some difficulty getting this hose out, would you, uhm, mind give me a hand?”

“Oh that,” said Flora as she lifted one of the long lengths of hose with a barrel on the end and examined it, “I’ll be keeping that there.”

“You, uh, you're keeping it there?”

“Mhmm,” said Flora as she pulled the barrels off the hoses and gathered their bulbed ends together. “I don't like it.”

“You don't like… what?”

Flora spread her legs, doing the splits across her belly. She brought the first cantaloupe sized bulb near and then slowly squeezed it inside, her pussy eagerly taking it. Then she took another and forced that in too, then another and another until she had four of the hoses leading into her pussy.

“Oh nothing much, it’s just now that I'm so large and preggers it bothers me to see another still larger than me.”

Three more bulbs lazily snaked their way toward Tami’s rear.

“H-hold on a second- w-wait!”

Too late, the first of the bulbs squeezed between the teenager’s clenched together thighs and then pressed against her folds. The teenager could do nothing, of course, the immense force Flora could apply meant that her lips were parted and with a schlpop! the first slipped past her puffy reddened muff, joining the original, and causing the tigerkin to scream.

“F-Flora nuu!”

Flora didn't stop however and the third and then the fourth rubber bulb was squeeeezed into the teenager.

The gnome examined the large pumping machine floating in front of her.

Experimentally she forced down the seesaw on one side and with a loud wet shlurrrrrp cum was drawn from Tami’s pussy once more, her labia parting as the four hoses expanded, four times the amount of cum flowing from her sloppy teenage cunt.

Flora bit her lip as she watched the bulges in the hoses roll along their lengths, going from transparent to glossy white, then enter into the pumping machine, then be pumped out the other side and into the out hoses that dangled from the machine in a hanging arc that led up over Flora’s vast pregnancy and between her spread and welcoming legs, a thick tube of white that pressed against her massive belly as it rolled on and on.

The gnome shuddered in delight as still piping hot horse cum sprayed into her womb, basting the many eggs she held in thick gloopy white, her body already reacting to fresh insemination, hormones surging.

“Gods I’ve missed this, eggs just don't scratch that itch in the same way.” She licked her lips. “And becoming tripley preggers sounds pretty nice.”

Her eyes drifted from the squirming wailing Tami down to the other teenagers below who were looking up at her with round eyes which grew even rounder as rubber hoses lowered down toward them and then snaked over their bellies.

“But then quadruple or pentuple preggers sounds even better…”

The rubber bulbs slipped under the white fluffy towels wrapped around their hips, nudging kicking ankles aside as they pressed between their thighs, then pausing as they found dildos already in each of them. Flora eyed the rope coming from beneath their towels and took hold of it using her ability. Then she slowly pulled the rope taut, the dildos in the two teenagers' pussies slowly coming free, their hungry cunts reluctant to give up the three quarter sized rubber Fey lengths.

Then with a couple of gasps The dildos were entirely pulled out and tossed aside and the rounded shapes of the bulbs pressed up against their gaped teenage pussies. Squeezing against their softness, then, after increasing pressure, the first schlopped! inside. Then the next and the next until there were three rubber hoses running into each of their reddened slits.

The suction was applied immediately as Flora hadn't stopped the pumping and semen was guzzled from their wombs, the hoses fattening with looted cum as it was drawn up into the machine and then pumped into the four pipes flowing up into Flora's pussy. The combined amount of cum ballooned the four Flora hoses out far more than the others until they were thigh thick and straining, the rubber taut and their lengths writhing and snaking from the pressure, their girth stretching Flora's pussy further and their squirming twisting motions inside of her stimulating her passage.

The stables were filled with the rising wailing moans of the teenagers desperately trying to stop themselves being emptied, thighs and knees and ankles squeezing down on the now white hoses squirming in their pussies, clutching desperately, but to no avail, they could do nothing as a solid river of hot centaur cum flowed from their pussies up into the pump then into the four over taxed hoses leading to Flora’s pussy.

The massive taut sphere of Flora's belly started to very slowly inch outward, the innumerable eggs inside of her flooded with fresh cum and set to floating.

Flora shivered and gasped as her pussy squeezed down vice like on the hoses which only increased the stimulation, stimulation that caused her to orgasm, legs stretching out across her vast belly, toes splayed and digging into herself.

“HNNNNN! SHOOO GEWWWD” slurred the gnome.

She loved the feeling, stealing the teenager’s horse cum, draining their wombs and filling her own, impregnating herself even further.

“Moaarrrr” she moaned and the pumping machine doubled in speed then doubled again.

The teenagers howled as the hoses in their pussies massively increased in girth and began to thrash, cum roaring from their teenage wombs in powerful gulping shlurps, whirlpools of cum in their wombs leading to the gasping bulbs.

“MOAAARR!” roared Flora and doubled the speed of the pump once more.

The hoses in the teenager’s pussies became thigh thick, their labias yawning wide around the pipes entering them, the rubber with no give at all such was the pressure.

Before the slow draining of the teenagers could barely be seen but now it was visible to the naked eye, they were quickly being milked of cum, their taut bellies visibly shrinking even as Flora’s belly spilled outward foot by foot, rolling over cushions and silks and crushing furniture, a sofa smashed to splinters beneath her cum belly, an ornate chair valiantly holding out for moments before being crushed flat.

Around her the servants were panicking, finding themselves trapped between a rapidly expanding belly and the walls of the stable they were forced to scramble and climb over each other, barely making it out in time as smooth gnome tummy pressed up against the walls, filling the corner, and spilling outward.

“YESH! Give it all to meee!!” crowed Flora as she swelled and grew, belly pressing up against all the buildings that surrounded the stable courtyard as her body slowly rose higher and higher into the air.

Her eager pumping grew faster and faster, the pump a blur, the hoses becoming fatter still, stretching her lips all the more as they grew stiffer with the pressure, their surfaces rock hard and ungiving beneath her clutching pussy.

Her thighs wobbled and shook as electric orgasm suddenly ripped through her body, her split legs straining all the harder, toenails drawing white lines over her belly as she sprayed down the exterior of the hoses with her juices, a wash of clear fluid rolling down her throne fo a body as she clawed at her breasts and wailed.

She was rising up above the stable now, her flesh spilling over the three storey walls as her womb was pumped fuller and fuller, the monstrous sphere visible from over the walls of the estate, a rising landmark, one that suddenly wobbled and rippled violently as the walls of the stable collapsed beneath her belly and rolled on into the building.

Flora would have been content for this to go on forever, each powerful surging pump of cum stretching her womb a little further, a little larger, a little more fecund.

But then the river of cum pouring into her started to slow and she glanced down to see that the teenagers were nearing done, their once grand bellies shrunk down to a shadow of what they had been.

Dismayed, Flora pumped harder and the teenagers screamed and creamed themselves as their cum bellies rapidly dwindled to nine months pregnant with quadruplets then, in one sucking pump more, to nothing, only the bulge of the cantaloupe sized rubber bulbs tenting out their abdomens with their shapes, vacuum sealed to their form as she sucked them dry of every last little drop of horse cum.

The teenagers were left thrashing on the ground as the powerful sucking continued to stimulate their sensitive bodies, drool hanging from lips, hair dishevelled as they weakly tried to pull the hoses free, limp hands clutching at thrashing rubber.

At last Flora let out a sigh of resignation. Clearly there was no more cum coming from these three, she had taken all they had.

She dropped her ability with an annoyed grunt and the huge iron pump came down to earth with a boom, pulling free the bulbs in her pussy in one last gasp inducing tug.

She blinked as she checked over herself. She hadn't really registered just how large she had become, easily larger than princess Priscilla; her body was well above the three storey stable.

Flora felt… endless and filled with life. A true fertile broodmother, one that would birth uncountable young. She was sure she could feel fresh new eggs multiplying within herself and the already grown eggs growing larger still, reacting to the multiplied pregnancy.

She could practically feel her core vibrating with massive creation of life, her breasts heating as they prepared to expand, to grow in preparation of feeding the teeming masses.

The thought made her groan with pleasure and she extended her limbs in a morning stretch, legs splayed and toes pressing down into her belly, hand stretching to reach as far over her belly as possible, which wasn't much, from her perspective it was like she was lying atop a gently sloping plane of smooth clear skin in all directions, she could only barely see the tallest of buildings in the distance and nothing of the estate.

Satisfaction was not strong enough of a word. She felt fucking incredible. Content and utterly full. Devastatingly sated, her wombs burning thirst for horse cum slaked.

Yet somehow, despite her monstrous belly, she wanted… more.

She drifted off into a peaceful nap as her heated breast started to slowly inch larger.

Below came the voices of angry teenagers.

-

Tami grabbed hold of Lucy’s shoulder for support as she gripped hold of one of the hoses in her pussy. With a slow groan, she managed to haul the thing down, the fat rubber bulb coming free from beneath her towel wrapped hips with a schluuurp!

She gasped as it slapped against the floor and went in for the next.

“That was uhm, interesting to see if you don't mind me saying... honestly kinda hot.”

Tami glared up at the uniformed school girl “If you knew how empty and cold I feel down there right now you wouldn't say that. This… fucking sucks. Ahnn!”

She quivered as the last of the rubber bulbs came free with a few droplets of clear fluid and she stood under her own power, adjusting the white fluffy towels, her once vast belly now returned to being trim and flat.

Her and the other three teenagers were at the edge of the courtyard, a vast wall of pale skin looming over them, blocking the light and putting them in shadow, the edges of the innumerable pillows just seen under the edge, the courtyard now made for one singular use, to support Flora's enormity.

Tami took a step back and put her hands on her hips, glaring up at Flora’s belly.

“Stealing my magic centaur cum using a Class power isn't fair!”

“You do have a Class yourself Tami, and you did kinda drag Fey into the stable to do it with us originally.”

“That's totally different! Sort of. Look, clearly things are changing, I saw the newsletters, we all did, Fey is quickly becoming a hot commodity.”

“Yeah,” said Lucy, “The uh, tea club of noble ladies, is uhm, very very interested in Fey.”

“See! Don't you get what that means!”

“N-not really?”

“It means we are going to do something.” She rounded on Ruby and Sarah, “For one you two are going to have to get Classes of your own, you were totally useless just then!”

“Ah I don't know Tami, this is a bit much right now I feel… empty and bit down,” said Ruby, her pink dyed wolf ears drooping.

Lucy put her hand on her shoulder.

“Would it help cheer you up to talk about when you did it with Fey?”

“I.. guess?”

Lucy nodded and then waved at a group of huddling servants. From behind them a short jack russell dogkin peeked, clearly uncomfortable wearing the too large black and white maids uniform she had been put in. The dogkin seeing Lucy’s beckoning scuttled away from the servants and neared the teenagers.

“Uhm, hey,” said the dogkin, awkwardly.

“Don't be shy Rebecca, how are you going to become a reporter if you aren't forward?”

The dogkin straightened her back hearing that and stepped closer.

“Tell me your story!” she blurted out, “Uh, that is, what happened when you met Fey.”

“Who the hell is this?” demanded Tami, “Wait, don't I recognise you? You were that one that snuck into the estate and tried to talk to me before father locked it down!”

“Ah, y-yeah, that might have been me.”

“Why’d that happen? The lockdown I mean,” said Lucy.

“I don't think he wanted the other merchants to know that his daughter had been filled to the size of a stable with centaur cum.”

“Yes, he told our parents that we were having a sleepover here at Tami’s.”

“...I see. Well, will you tell your story?”

The three teenagers paused in thought.

“...We would be in the newsletter? The one the nobility are apparently reading?”

“Well, yes.”

“And everyone would know who we are?”

“No, I can make the story anonymous or give you fake names.”

“What? Fuck that! I want to be famous for this, put my name on the front page ‘Starring Tami Besindral!’ in huge writing! If all the noble ladies are as into this as we are I’m going to be so talked about!”

“H-hey I was there too! I want my name on the front as well!

“Me too!”

Tami glared at them, “Won't your mothers care?”

“Erm well both of their mothers are part of the tea party they, uh, might just be jealous honestly.”

Tami sighed.

“Whatever. You, Rebocka or whatever your name was, get some pen and paper and listen to every word I’ve got to say, I’m going to blow the socks off the people reading this damned newsletter. Everyone will know who I am!”