Krystal Milfification Redux

Krystal Big and Way too much backstory.

Krystal Big and Way too much backstory.

(A note beforehand - I wrote waaay too much here, so I'm putting this at the top. There's three more parts of this coming, so get ready for Krystal to get ridiculous. I'll try to have them done this month, along with the Evelynn painting. I'd like to do other stuff if possible, but we'll see how things go. I'm going to NOT write this much next time lmao.)

Cerinia - a lush tropical planet home to a small, but ancient people who live in harmony with nature, living simple peaceful lives. Located at an intersection of important trade routes, many off-worlders stop at the planet to rest and resupply - to see the beauty of the forests, to study the advanced culture that once graced the planet, and to track down the occasion criminal element that finds the darkest jungles to be an excellent hiding place.

Enter Krystal - a young scout and explorer, who spent her youth braving the wilds to search the old ruins and structures that rise from the treeline. A natural guide for any tourist, researcher, or YOU - a bounty hunter tracking their target. However, it seems that over the course of this mission, a new target was acquired. Krystal was irresistible - every interaction, every sentence, every passing glance held your full attention. She quickly mapped out every possible hiding place for your convict target, planned out every day of travel, and assisted in capture - the whole job being almost like a dream, as she was the sole focus of your mind. And - by some grace - she returned that focus, confident in its existence and pleased in its practice. In short - you two really hit it off.

Cut to not even a year later - Krystal and yourself now are planning family matters, of all things. Quick work was always your style, right? While her Cerinia was truly the only home for her, the leaves and trees were a constant - comfortable, but thoroughly understood. Open space, far station outposts, city planets - a new adventure everyday! Krystal couldn't resist new worlds to explore - and accompanied by a passionate romance with her lover (AKA You), a new life opened before her.

Of course, that new life turned out to be multiple new lives - triplets, of all things. That enticing athletic build quickly became a distant memory as her belly grew - along with other parts, that you noted constantly. Krystal remained the adventurous spirit you fell for, taking the changes all in stride. You would think her energetic lifestyle would clash with her maternal state, but she quickly adapted to the modern technologies and pastimes of your space ship - as outlets, she read and studied constantly, quickly catching up on the wider culture of the galaxy. Notably, video games proved to be her new favorite form of entertainment - one of the many interests you shared. Many nights would lead to controller passing and co-op, and eventually competitive matches between the two of you. Obviously, given your personalities, playful trash talk and bets became commonplace. One night, close to Krystal's due date, the idea for her to try on her old outfit was suggested - and one particularly motivated game match later, Krystal was squeezing her top on, laughing as her breasts bulged out comically. You studied the changes - staggering for such a short time, but expected from carrying the three children inside of her. Before, her curves had drawn your eyes to travel along her body (quite easy, given her “uniform” was essentially a bikini), but now you focused on her bulging chest and thighs - bearing children had worked perfectly to enlarge them in natural ways without ---

Krystal's voice reached you suddenly, a playful mocking tone - you were just staring and drooling, after all.

After this first batch, life blurred by at astonishing speed. Krystal quickly matured into a natural mother, gracefully dealing with any want or fret from her children. Amazing as this was, she also managed to quickly become your partner - as in, your mission partner. Your work had been on hold for months (paternity leave- thankfully the last target was just particularly lucrative), but your stories and tales always had Krystal's attention - her questions and insights making it obvious that she wished to be there in the moment.

Once everything was settled, Krystal made her debut - or rather, you both made a Team. Efficient, Loud, Quiet, Fast, Slow - when things needed to happen, you both made sure they did. Years of technique and insight came easily to Krystal, and she quickly defined her role - her equipment was light and practical, enhanced by her expert application. She chose a bodysuit that fit this style, custom made and fitted to her body - and over many, many missions, your constant thought was that damn body suit. Fitted to her body was an understatement - she was sealed into it. Every curve that was typically hidden under casual clothing or subtly lit by nightscreens in your bedroom was now on full display - and the changes from that young woman were more apparent than ever. And Krystal absolutely knew it.

During an early mission, a period of downtime cropped up during standard data retrieval, during which Krystal poked and prodded her new suit, or really just her body. Her self-examination was more of a spoken monologue, a series of bullet points of everything that had just gotten bigger - or was getting bigger. Comments on how her breasts overflowed the cups of her suit, her hips stretched the mesh FAR more than to spec, her thighs rubbed the material together. Throughout, the grip you held on the railing tightened almost white-hot and you knew that this open teasing was for Krystal's amusement. That ended up being one of your quickest missions - there was a lot more to do afterwards.

Naturally, Krystal informed you that more children were on the way some time later. Part joy and part worry filled you - three kids was already a lot, an entire dangerous career was a lot - but really, MOSTLY, it was just a couple months in, Krystal was already past her full-term size she was last time. Perhaps it was time to rethink things. Krystal's second pregnancy was the eye-opener - Krystal, You, or the both of you together proved to be a HIGHLY fertile combination. It was unspoken for a while, but one day as Krystal plowed through another ice cream container, she pointed it out bluntly - sextuplets is unusual. Her belly stuck out like a plow, massive and heavy ... yet without much of the markings and stress that you had looked up online from similar pregnancies (your tastes beforehand are unimportant - it's reasonably just for informational purposes at this point). Her breasts had grown larger, now comparable to her head, mostly relying on the tightness of the shirt for support. More notable was the constant leaking though her top. If anything, Krystal was certainly ready for breast feeding. Weight gain was her greatest annoyance - while before, her new "thiccness" was an avenue of teasing you, a playful butt wiggle to blush your face, a Hey-Look-At-All-This smack on her thigh. Now her lower body jiggled and wobbled unaided, as fat had piled up across her thighs and buttocks, her midsection, and subtly across her arms and face. Eating for seven has its consequences. The real oddity was her widening hips, giving more room for fat to pile up - in an absolutely maddening shape, you had to admit. Bone Growth? Logically - all this was impossible and most likely needed some actual examination, but most serious thought given to this would often lead to daydreaming on your part. And then to grabbing, which was a pipeline you very much recognized.

All-in-all, this unusual situation - the Way-Too-Large-Pregnancy - was … simply accepted. Krystal noted that she was fine carrying all of them and the biggest problem was that she was getting too fat. Tests confirmed - Krystal was fat, but also naturally adapted to large litters. Money was good, so a huge family wasn't a problem. The biggest comfort throughout this was your own feelings: Krystal, standing with a demolished ice cream box next to her, curves rimmed by the refrigerator lights most the most frantically attracted you've ever been to her. As she stared down at her massive belly, reasonably thinking through thoughts she's been developing, Krystal suggested that settling down might be a good idea. It was - and you agreed to it.