Amelia Works Hard
Part 2
When Amelia came to, things had changed even further. She had never given birth before, all three of her previous children were inside her belly, making her an amazingly large five months pregnant with septuplets. Jason was gone, she was also 18 again and found herself not in her old bedroom, but in a massive california king bed with lustrous red and gold blankets. When she got up, it took surprisingly little effort to heft the belly sticking 3 full feet out in front of her.
‘Something was changing reality? Making things… better?’ Amelia tried to recall. She looked around the room at the luscious carpets and painted walls that matched the design on the bed. She found a huge mirror that was broad and tall enough to fit three of her. She observed her body, her belly clearly dominated her form in its taut roundness. Her breasts seemed too big to be real and almost too heavy to lift when Amelia groped at them. Despite their overripe melon size, they had no stretch marks but she could see prominent veins coursing through her deeply tan skin on them leading to wide, bumpy, brown areola with thick, suckable nipples.
Amelia attempted to see her backside but it was hidden behind a mane of the longest and shiniest hazelnut-colored hair she had ever seen. Her hair felt and looked as soft and beautiful as the silky sheets she had been laying on, and it ran all the way to the floor. As she pulled the locks to the side, she discovered an incredibly ample butt in the mirror. It was wide and bubbly, connected to big, motherly hips and thick, welcoming thighs.
As Amelia looked back at her face, she noted her soft, sparkling eyes and the plump lips. It took great effort to close her lips and when she wasn’t trying, they settled into a slightly open gape. Like they were permanently ready to receive something. She finally noticed something on her neck. She edged closer to the mirror and saw that it was a thick black choker. It was very comfortable, considering she hadn’t felt it as she moved and its pliability when she reached up to touch it. It was a black pleather that covered almost her whole neck with a large golden heart-shaped clasp that had writing made of pink diamonds. It read, ‘Amelia, Wife and Mother and Servant to Lord Jason Armison’. As Amelia read Jason’s name, she felt a rush of warmth through her body. Thinking about her man almost brought her to her knees.
Before she could recover from butterflies in her stomach, the tall double doors leading into the bedroom swung open. Jason stood in the entrance, nude, his 6′8″ form looked enormous and imposing yet so welcoming to Amelia. His chiseled chest and limbs must have been recently lotioned because he gleamed slightly in the bedroom light. When Amelia’s eyes locked onto Jason’s cock, she fell to her knees. He smiled as he approached her, bringing his cock right to Amelia’s pillowy lips and guiding it gracefully into her mouth.
“Thank you so much pet, for all that you’ve done,” Jason spoke with an even tone. He rest his hand on the back of Amelia’s head as he pushed 15″ of cock down the nubile girl’s throat with ease. “Without the greed of a past life, you wouldn’t have this perfect body. And you wouldn’t be able to take this entire cock and still breathe.”
Amelia didn’t really know what Jason was talking about, but she enjoyed being called pet and she enjoyed using her throat and expert oral skills to extract orgasms from Jason’s enormous dick. She reached up her soft hands to caress his balls. Each one easily the size of a softball. And filling right in Amelia’s hands. She closed her eyes so that she would only experience the touch sensations. The pulsating cock invading her throat, her collar vibrating in the presence of Master’s dick to aid in her ministrations. Her tongue deftly moved around his thick shaft feeling every intimate bump and vein protruding along it’s manly length. Her hands felt as his immaculate balls swelled with the sperm that was about to fill her body, engorging rapidly and growing almost to the size of a grapefruit.
Jason pumped gallons of his delicious cum into Amelia’s welcoming body. As he extracted it from her mouth, she gasped for air for a moment before kissing the wet tip.
“Thank you, master. We were so hungry.” Amelia emphasized by rubbing the vast expanse of her tummy. With a freshly drained cock, Jason lifted his breeding slut to her feet.
“Come, darling,” Jason spoke as he wrapped an arm behind Amelia’s comparitively trim waist and firmly grasped at a plump cheek, “I want you and the others there in the Breeding Room when we bring on a new employee to the resort.”
The docile girl allowed herself to be led by a hand on her ass cheek through Jason’s classically decorated mansion. They passed busts of her and the other wives carved out of pure marble. There were empty pedestals that Jason planned on filling in the near future. They walked through the courtyard, passing groundskeepers and servants, all in skimpy parodies of the clothing for their profession. The groundskeepers wore micro khaki shorts that were painted on to tight asses and cutoff button-up shirts containing jiggling busts perched atop perky little round bellies. Amelia did not envy their mobility or their bellies with singular children in them.
She recalled all the various other types of staff Jason kept at his magnificent maternity resort. The waitresses and kitchen staff were at least allowed to grow out a little, unlike the groundskeepers and lifeguards. Jason made sure the food staff were always sampling their rich dishes before serving them to guests to ensure they stayed plump and welcoming in their distended aprons. Though he did impose a limit of triplets on them so that their bellies wouldn’t interrupt their work.
The hospitality staff were the real babymakers of the employees. The various secretaries and cleaning staff were kept in trim shape to keep their energy up but they were only limited to quintuplets of Jason’s brood so they sauntered around in underwear with Jason’s logo emblazoned on them.
The medical staff Amelia got to see quite a bit, they attended to her and the wives personally to check up on them. Though she couldn’t see why, the pregnancies their master gave them were perfect and healthy and painless. So the checkups usually just devolved to kissing and groping and comparing bellies. Seeing as the medical staff handled insemination procedures and scheduling, they were held to no belly limits, allowed to fill their wombs with full broods of Jason’s children.
Finally, she recalled the milkmaidens. These girls were essentially the secret luxury item on the room service menu. These were the infertile women that Jason had so graciously taken in to his home. These girls couldn’t get pregnant, even from Jason’s virile seed, but his cum changed their bodies drastically. They became skinny and tall like models but their breasts grew and grew, filling with supernatural amounts of milk until they were comparable to bean bag chairs, their nipples becoming dark and nearly 3″ long and thick enough to wrap a hand around. They were kept away from the general populace that visited the resort, but wealthy patrons and the upper staff got to drink from their sweet and nutritious fountains of milk. The milkmaidens’ milk was used as the key ingredient of the fertility milkshakes that were the staple of every woman on the campus’ diets. One of the doctors had told Amelia a little secret, it actually made women less fertile to anyone that wasn’t Jason and it made them even more attracted and obedient toward him(if that was even possible lol). When not being milked in the kitchen or feeding someone, they could be seen wandering to and from assignments totally nude, walking stoically and elegantly as if their breasts weighed nothing.
Amelia returned from her deep thoughts to snuggle closer to Jason’s body as they walked. She would be so happy just to be any of these girls, carrying Jason’s children. She just felt so blessed to be one of the women who got to truly be with him and serve him intimately. As Amelia’s senses dulled to anything outside of her own body and Jason’s magnificence, her reality continued to warp further and further around her.
When they reached the Breeding Villa, a small, circular building by the cliff overlooking the beach, Amelia saw that most of the other wives were already there. Each had found a spot in the mountain of pillows on the plush, sunken floor of the room. Kelly, a short, bubbly girl of Korean descent sat reclined with a milkmaid feeding her. Kelly didn’t like to squeeze the milk out with her hands, instead propping herself up at the elbows. She preferred using her expert mouth and succulent lips to powerfully drink from the engorged teat. Her chubby cheeks could be seen sucking in deeply with each gulp and milk would sometimes spill on to the vast belly that protruded before her.
Marissa, a very dark skinned girl, with a big crown of kinky, but healthy hair around her head, sat near Kelly suckling from another milkmaid. Though this one was actually her less fortunate, barren sister Natasha. Marissa kept Natasha mostly to herself and any girl she chose to share a bed with and even ensured that Natasha enjoyed her ministrations. She sat back as her sister rubbed lovingly at her wide belly.
Julie reclined as her attendant maiden pleasured her pussy with one hand and squeezed milk out of a her enormous breast with the other into Julie’s puffy, ravenous lips. Her pale body was splayed out erotically, her face obscured to Amelia by her large but perky belly being in the way. She kept herself distinct by the shining gold she painted her fingers and toes to match the hoop earrings and jangling bracelets and anklets she wore. It also matched the golden color she painted her lips. Each girl had their own look they kept, seeing as they barely ever wore clothing to express themselves. Kelly wore an erotic ruby red on her lips and nails. And Marissa clenched her purple-painted toes as her juicy, purple lips coaxed an orgasm from her body from the sensations of the milk. Amelia liked her au natural look in comparison to the others and Jason seemed to be a fan of it too, she thought. She took her seat next to Julie and beckoned for a waiting maid to come and feed her while they waited for the last of the wives to arrive with the new initiate.
Amelia lay back against a pile of red pillows as a tall ginger with thick, curly hair obscuring her eyes approached. She rolled onto her side to rest her belly in the girl’s lap so the maiden could rub her as she began to suck greedily at the voluminous jug of milk. The maidenmilk was so delicious, she wished everyone could drink from it. Or at least, she used to.
Unbeknownst to Amelia and the others who drank from these human cows, the milk changed their minds. It made them greedy. The nutrients and calories fattened up their bodies into plush, hedonistic toys for Jason to impregnate. And the more magical values of the milk degenerated their minds to make them crave it more. It was rare that any of the wives spent much time at all not drinking anymore. They wanted to keep the milk to themselves to help them grow into the biggest, most fertile breeding dolls for Jason’s magnificent cock. And they did.
Kelly had once been short and petite, her body had grown quite taller from the milk as it expanded her body outward and enhanced her womb. The chubby cheeks and cushiony lips were new editions to her plumpening body, matched only by the wild mane of black hair it had given her that cascaded down to her knees.
Marissa had once looked like a more muscular counterpart to her sister. She used to be in charge of the athletics division of the staff. But had relieved herself of the job once the maiden’s milk took hold of her. She was now 6 feet of thick, jiggling girl designed not for running or yoga but for sitting on her ever-inflating ass and being plowed full of Jason’s babies.
Julie had previously been tight and elegant in her pregnancy. With hardly a trace of fat on her body save her cute little tits and big pregnant belly, she was the peak of maternal fashion, wearing beautiful dresses and designer outfits that accented her most motherly curves. Now she lay naked at all times, covering her body only in thick layers of womanly fat and Jason’s healthy loads of cum on her skin.
Amelia, for her part, hadn’t revealed much of her greedy nature to others, but she did spend time ensuring the staff kept two milkmaidens on hand for her. Her thirst to maintain the spot as Jason’s first and most fertile wife kept her constantly consuming the aphrodisiac milk so much that she would sometimes need another one by as she somehow drained one dry. She had been thick before when she was first impregnated by Jason but now she was truly round and fuckable to an absurd degree and she relished every squeezable pound and lewd moment of it.
The wives all turned to watch as the new fiance was ushered in by servants, never releasing their gluttonous lips from the nipples they sucked on. She was small, probably barely 18. Her skin was incredibly pale on her rail thin body. Her worried green eyes sparkled despite her fear as she looked at her soon master. Behind her was another woman, she looked very similar, though a little taller and older.
Jason reclined in an arrangement of cushions in the center of the room. Had he always been so tall? Like 7, 8 feet? Amelia didn’t really concern herself too much with consistency lately. His voice bellowed out, “Stella and her lovely sister, I am so glad you could join us this evening.”
“What’s going on? Who are th-these women?” stuttered the older one.
“That’s no way to speak of ladies. Especially not beautiful, fertile women that you’ll be getting to know very well,” returned Jason. “Servants, bring Jessica to me.”
Two, roundly pregnant servants wearing nothing but pink veils over their taut but large bellies tightly grabbed the older girl, bringing her before Jason. He unceremoniously shoved his beautiful cock inside of her.
“It’s always a shame when a barren woman comes to me, but do not worry, you will be so useful to the family.” Amelia watched on as Jason came repeatedly inside the squealing girl, as he did, her body became taller and nearly gaunt, at least compared to the plump women watching her get fucked. Her breasts ballooned in front of her, pinning her body to floor as Jason pumped into her from behind. Each breast quickly filled they sat like beanbag chairs and her thick, brown nipples pressed into the floor. “Jessica, you will fill with life-giving milk that will help feed my devoted. Be thankful,” Jason said as he removed himself from the girl. Amelia almost felt a twinge of sadness to know that this new milkmaid would never feel the length of Jason’s cock inside her again. But it was quickly eschewed as she marveled at the magnificent size of her jugs. She may have become the biggest maiden of them all.
“What’s happened to her?” Cried out Stella. Her older sister was staring off into the distance, sitting back and massaging gently at her breasts that now dominated her body. She would sit like that until given further orders.
“Shh, darling, now is not the time, come, join me in bed.” Jason beckoned, Stella’s body moved toward him seemingly inspite of her. She struggled to prevent herself from reaching him but she eventually fell before him, Jason tipped her onto her back where her legs spread, ready to accept him. “Welcome to your new home, Stella.”
Amelia moaned around the thick teat filling her mouth as the milkmaiden’s ministrations brought her to another orgasm. It was so sexy watching a girl get bred directly by Jason. And what a lucky girl, her maiden sister would be able to begin feeding her immediately, Stella would grow so rapidly into the selfish, overpregnant slut that the other wives were. Just as things should be.