It turns out Eden used a kind of high-tech cafeteria system. The girls would go in whenever they felt like it and input some login data. Each girl had a specific diet program, based on their personal body and pregnancy. Their meals would be brought out to them by food staff while they relaxed on whatever they wanted. There were no limits on the girls meals or calories, the dieticians figuring there was little chance of the girls being so pregnant and gaining too much weight. Some of the girls used this as an excuse to pig out, spending hours a day gorging. It was really remarkable how, even though they were all tied together through being so hugely gravid, the girls had so many choices on how to spend their days. We were in luck that there was a café close to Brittany’s house and Ali and I walked (and waddled) the few blocks.
Ali had changes out of her dirtied tank top and shorts and into a dress borrowed from Britt. It was a white button-up dress, the hemline falling just above her knees and bouncing with every step. She had finished it off with a black sash tied just above her belly and below her boobs making every curve pop out and drawing your eyes down to her bump. I don’t know what she and I were meant to be but I suppose I should note her that we walked hand-in-hand, Ali saying that her legs were still weak from so many orgasms that day. We walked slowly through the streets, admiring some of the more swollen women and the maternity clothing shops before finding the café.
Ali punched in a code to the establishment and we entered the hall. Smaller well-lit circular tables surrounded by comfortable chairs, booths and couches littered the area. Some of the tables were occupied by women focused on their meals, hugely pregnant figures made even rounder by the caloric meals they were eating. Most of the hall was empty, though. I guess it wasn’t truly a typical meal time, but I still would have guessed more women would be here. I was feeling lost here and asked Ali to see if she knew anyone here we could talk to. It was just easier at this point for me to learn from other women since my conversations with Ali tended to turn into less talking and more cumming. Ali and I walked the tables for a few minutes in search of a familiar face and finding none. All these women were smiling and happy but Ali didn’t really know any of them. Finally, as I was giving up, Ali yelled across the room “NIKKI!”.
A hazel haired beauty looked up from a sizable meal to wave back at Ali, motioning us over to join her. Her bright green eyes and dimpled smile were very pleasant and she had a body worth noticing. She was sitting splay-legged at her table in a padded booth against the wall and her huge belly reached all the way out to her knees. It must have stuck out two feet and I’m certain it was wider than her body. She could barely cover it with a t-shirt (black with a yellow “under construction” stretched over the belly, funny).
“Meet Nikki”, Ali introduced as she settled her own pregnant frame into the booth next to her friend, me next to Ali. “I was assigned to show her around the island too when she first joined Eden. This was a few months and quite a few inches ago though. How are you doing? Gonna pop?”
“No, haha, not yet. I’m still only seven months. Hard to believe, honestly, I feel like I am all belly. Seriously, I thought they eased the new girls in with a lower order multiple before they gave us a big bunch of quintuplets like this!” I choked on the water I was sipping when I found out she was knocked up with quints. More than anything else I was thinking about how big her belly would get in the next two to three months. There’s no way she’d be able to even waddle!
“They try to but you must have just been super fertile. Don’t lie though, you like it. You gotta, I know I love when my belly gets that big and full.”
“I do love it, but I don’t like having to get so big so quick. I’m already 88 inches around and that’s just not enough. That’s why I spend so much time here, I have to gain at least another 100 pounds. I’m not worried about getting too fat though, all the doctors and dieticians agree most of that weight will be baby and boobs. I don’t mind these, I have to say.” I didn’t mind her boobs either, each of them were huge and heavy and nearly as big as her head. “Still, I wish I could little things like drive, walk regularly or, say, see which pants I’m wearing.” Ali and I giggled at her joke. Nikki laughed too and I think her shirt nearly tore, as tight as it was against her pregnant body. She shifted in her seat and I couldn’t help after her joke to check out her ass to see it was a pair of sweat shorts cut like bikini panties, high up on her hips and revealing nearly everything. Her shorts looked more like a belt than anything decent.
A waiter walked by and asked Ali if she wanted something to eat. Ali did after a long day and I took this as my opportunity to use the bathroom. I left as Ali gave her code for her specialized meal and her and Nikki began whispering very closely.
Using the bathroom gave me the chance to finally inspect my own changes. My penis had absolutely grown. I wasn’t worried though. If this was my biggest problem, I’m doing ok. I finished up and composed myself to try to act professionally in front of two hot women with big bellies. I left and accidently walked straight into the kitchen across the hall. I saw men bustling about preparing complex dishes and meals. The amount of food in this kitchen was overwhelming. Some of the meals were so immense they needed two men to carry the platter out! The only thing I couldn’t place was how every dish was sprayed with some substance right before it was sent out of the kitchen. No one was looking up from their work to notice me, so I dabbed one of the cakes after it was sprayed and put the napkin in my pocket. I will test it as soon as possible for chemical agents, and I hope that gives me another piece of this pregnant puzzle.
With little left to do now in the kitchen I decided to leave before someone asked too many questions. Walking back to Nikki and Ali’s table I saw they had had a cake delivered. It was the same cake I had just tested! Those results just became even more interesting. It was a wide double-decker cake slathered with chocolate frosting and topped with ornate decorations and a large number “19”.
“Nikki, what’s with the 19? This isn’t…”
“My birthday, yep. Sweet number 19.” Nikki said through a mouthful a cake. She was attacking the desert head on, no plate just fork and mouth. Ali had cut off a portion for herself but it was clear this was Nikki’s treat. She was so young! Only 19, and already knocked up with five big babies. It was a wonder these women agreed to do this their whole lives. Why, a girl as young as Nikki could be pregnant for decades! At only 19 and apparently especially fertile she had signed herself over to be a baby factory, alternating her days between pleasure and pregnancy. She seemed happy enough at the moment, hair pulled back in a ponytail so nothing got in the way of her sweets. The wait staff had also left an impressively big can of whipped cream and Nikki sprinkled each individual bite with a dollop.
She ate and ate until the birthday cake had nearly gone, Ali pecking at it here and there but the majority going into Nikki’s tummy. With a final forkful and a satisfied sigh, Nikki finished the impressive cake and lay back rubbing her poor stomach (or at least as much as her slender hands could reach). She eventually rolled up her shirt and tucked it under her boobs to give her belly room to breath after such a meal. Ali was pretty full but Nikki had obviously capped off a full meal with a desert made for six. Well, she is eating for six. Most women didn’t take it this literally, but I wasn’t going to stop her from finding ways to grow her belly out rounder and rounder and plump her tits up until she was all belly and tits. Ali still had her playful spark and grabbed the whipped cream from the table. There wasn’t much left, but enough for her. She took a deep drag off the can before spraying a big smiley face across Nikki’s heaving belly, using her stretched skin as a pink canvas. Nikki giggled at the gesture and tasted the cream off her belly.
“Like that? I figured you’re so happy to be so pregnant you might as well show it with a big smiley face on your big belly.”
“I love it. Ugghh, I never used to eat this much. Now I feel like that’s all I do is get so stuffed. I’m lucky I don’t have big thunder thighs and a sagging ass. Don’t get me wrong, my ass is so huge right now but it still fucking rocks. Yesterday one of the waiters helped me leave after I got too full and I saw him get hard after he watched me waddle away. If I hadn’t been so full I’d have swallowed his cum right then and there. That’s the worst part about having quints at 19, I’m still not used to being massively pregnant and I have to do so much you girls just do naturally. I’ll be a pro soon, but now I don’t have any time to do other things. God I miss cock so much. I wasn’t, like, a whore before I came here but I fucking love a big cock.”
“You’ll have plenty of time to have all kinds of crazy, nasty sex, baby. Someone as sexy and round as you is gonna have no problem getting someone to love how you look,” Ali purred into Nikki’s ear, not wanting anyone else to hear but loud enough for me to hear them like an intruder. Ali noticed the whipped cream had begun to run down the slope of Nikki’s belly and was wildly distorting the once smiling face. Ali reached down a finger again to scoop and taste the cream. “This really is delicious. You know now that I think of it, it sort of looks like cum, doesn’t it? White and thick and sticky. Yep, really cummy.”
Ali leaned down and gently licked off some of the cum and Nikki shuddered in her seat and started scissoring her toned thighs together in frustration. Ali rubbed the cream around and around until Nikki’s belly was covered in a sheen of transparent white goo. It really did resemble ejaculate, and made her belly shine brightly, even in the dimly lit corner. How was Ali always this sexual? How could she turn every encounter we had into an orgy? It was unreal. She had been meant to be my guide but she had become as much my subject as anything else. She was nearly impossible to keep up with, but I hadn’t shied away from anything yet. She was definitely testing my limits.
“You know, if you really are hungry for some cock, there’s a big fat one sitting at this table with his mouth open.” For the record, I don’t think my mouth was open. I was there and Nikki smiled even deeper running her hands over her tits, around and around. Ali winked at me and went back in to lick at Nikki’s massive baby bump, lapping the cream up and making a real mess of it. I ran my hand down Ali’s bent over back and cupped her ass before she surprised me by unzipping my pants. This girl had some experience! I had been fool (or wise) enough to leave my underwear at Brittany’s, so Ali had full access to my rising cock, teasing the head of it while she teased Nikki’s sensitive bump. What a woman, always finding the erotic and being generous and unselfish with her men (namely me, in this instance).
“So what do you say, Nik? Do you want some real cum for once or what?”
“Ooooh, you have no idea how badly. Come here, stud. I need to swallow some cock right now or I’ll explode.” Nikki finally reopened her eyes and licked her lips through heavy lids. Well she already looks like she’ll pop, I better do what she says, I remember thinking. I’m amazed now at how persuasive I can be when I want to avoid how deep I am going into this world of sexual freedom.
I moved across the table to sit on her other side and lifted up enough to get in position. Nikki cooed in delight at the sight of an erect penis and reached out to hold the shaft firmly. She giggled at an idea before reaching out to grab the whipped cream canister and spraying it on the tip of my dick. I recoiled at the cool, unexpected sensation but Nikki caught me in her mouth before I could escape. I relaxed and let myself get lost in her smooth, soft technique. She tongued up and down my cock slit while rotating her mouth around my cock. She cleaned my penis of any of the sugary treat quickly before sucking deeply. She would release every few seconds to re-apply, alternating between sucking, licking and spraying whipped cream. She was really taking pride in her work while Ali sat up behind her (sitting sideways to get close enough with her belly) and kneaded her massive tits through the shirt-bra and pulled at her pointing nipples. After a few moments of tending to her needy tits, Nikki’s shirt began to darken and sag as milk flowed from her. All the while, Nikki was focused on my pleasure, my orgasm, my penis. She’d rest the canister on her belly while she sucked deeply from the head and stroked the shaft with both hands in short, rapid bursts and then squirt more cream on me, either covering the head or running a line down the shaft for lubrication. The only reason I hadn’t cum yet was the cool temperature of the cream kept backing me off.
Nikki released me from a particularly hard suck with a loud pop and rubbed my dick all over her face, trails of precum oozing out onto her cheeks and lips. I’m amazed I was about to cum for the third time in a day and still had enough hydration for precum, especially given the loads I had been dispensing.
“Cum on my face, cum all over me, I want to be covered in it. Please shoot your cum in my mouth and into my big, knocked up baby belly. Don’t you want to cum? Then shoot baby!” I had no choice, my cock had taken over my entire body and I was about to shoot my load all over Nikki while she pleaded for me to cum and stroked the cum from my balls with both hands. I shook and finally came, Nikki gasping as it hit her across her face. She lurched forward, in spite of her girth, and took me in her mouth, load after load spurting down her wet throat and into her bloated stomach. Her cheeks bulged at first but she relaxed and drank my cum with a smile. After I had finished, I slumped back and Nikki scooped the left over cum off her face and mouth and sucked it down.
“Thank you so much, I really needed that. I can masturbate all day long, and trust me I can, but after a while you just miss making someone else feel so good. God, I can still feel your cum in my stomach. Good thing I did this, I needed something for my breath,” Nikki purred. She layed back into Ali’s arms and rested her eyes again. Ali kissed the top of her head and after a minute I helped them both stand up and waddle out. Nikki’s body was even better than I had seen, her drenched shirt hanging heavily on her rotund middle. She had no stretchmarks on her teen body, her quintuplet filled belly settled into her wide, supple hips. Standing up, you really couldn’t tell if she was wearing those shorts at all, everything was on display. She managed to pull down her shirt a little to cover some of her swelling, but her meal had grown her rounder and the sticky, stretched skin had combined to make it tougher to redress. They talked for a minute while I composed myself and tried to figure out my next plan of attack. Thinking clearly was becoming difficult. I’m going to make a decision here and now; since something on this island is clearly corrupting me towards some unknown purpose, I will let myself go. That way I will find out what that purpose is, and I assume once I know that I will know the answers to the questions I can’t seem to answer in the traditional ways. It’s good for me that the way I will go is with a harem of pregnant horny girls all trying to live up to the name of their home, “Eden”.
I’ve moved out of my old hotel and into Ali’s home, our little slice of heaven. Ali and I walk around naked and blissful, making love throughout the day and only putting on clothes when we go out into the world (and sometimes when Ali gets a little playful and naughty). She wakes up everyday and after a few hours of work helping new breeding recruits, she spends her days eating and swelling and teasing and pleasuring. Ali wakes up every morning delighted by the little inches and pounds on her curvy form. I’d never seen a girl take so much happiness from gaining weight, she really enjoyed her life’s purpose of being impressively huge. Now over 8 months pregnant, Ali was really starting to get enormous and slow down. She lays about throughout the day, on the couch or bed, as I tend to her needs. By night, Ali would waddle me into our bedroom and wear me out in the best way possible.
I just got back late from the office (more on that later) to find Ali in one of my favorite weekly routines. Ali was with our neighbors Lindsay and Emily, having just finished up some prenatal yoga and pilates, cooling down from the light sweat they had built up. They were dressed in similar spandex shorts and a sports bra, hair pack in a ponytail and round bellies bulging out. Ali saw me come in and ran to the door to greet me.
“Hey gir-mppph,” unable to finish before Ali had pulled me down for a nice, deep kiss. I grabbed around her belly, kissing her back. She pulled away grinning. By now Ali was so swollen she had to stand sideways to kiss me. Her enormous belly, now a bit over eight and a half months with quadruplets was a perfect round sphere in her abdomen, was free of stretchmarks and imperfections. She rubbed her firm uterus against my crotch in the way she had perfected, rubbing along me to let me know what she expected once her friends gave us some private time.
“Hey sexy. We’re gonna cool down, you want to watch?”
“As long as you girls don’t mind. Lindsay? Emily?” I questioned the two pregnant beauties behind Ali. Lindsay and Emily were girlfriends, living together while they swelled up and slowed down. In a bonding experience, they had requested to be impregnated with the same number of embryos on the same day, and were now seven months pregnant with six children. Their bellies were identical, huge and round and even bigger than Ali’s jaw-dropping belly.
Lindsay was one of the bustiest women in Eden, her boobs were full and heavy sitting on her sextuplet belly. Her nipples were poking through her pale yellow sports bra, each the size of my palm and a small bit of milk forming at the ends of each from the exertion of the workout. I couldn’t speak to her bra size but it was well past anything considered normal back home, with my best guess putting it around a J-cup! She was the shortest girl there and her boobs and belly filled her abdomen completely. Her round ass was jiggling wonderfully in black spandex shorts. Full pink lips and bright blue eyes contrasted with a carefully tanned skin tone.
Emily was one of the smartest girls on the island, recognizable from her thick black glasses and dirty-blonde ponytail. She wasn’t as buxom or curvy as her girlfriend, but she was just as pregnant. Her (and Lindsay’s) belly stuck out nearly three feet, swollen as out and round as nearly any girls on the island. Her chest was heaving with exertion, her white bra and shorts soaked through with sweat and completely see-through. I knew Emily well, as she was one of my coworkers and one of Eden’s premier scientists, her full smile and sultry eyes belying her intelligence.
“You know we don’t mind, cutie,” Emily giggled, reaching for her bag. She had to heave and squat low to dig around, her huge belly bulging even further from her as she sank lower and lower. She pulled out a near-industrial sized bottle of cocoa butter, a necessity in Eden.
Ali turned from me and waddled herself back to the middle of the room, her round, plump ass swaying back and forth, and she lay back in the girls’s usual “cool down” ritual. Lindsay and Emily knelt down on either side of Ali, both taking big handfuls of the moisturizer and rubbing them into Ali’s stretched womb. Ali purred like a kitten, stretching her body out in comfort as much as her pregnant form would allow. It was quite a sight, two busty, enormously pregnant lesbians rubbing massive handfuls of cocoa butter into my girlfriend.
Lindsay finished rubbing a bit of lotion on Ali and then crawled her enormous belly and massive breasts over to Ali’s head. Emily was rubbing her soft hands all over Ali’s gravid belly while Lindsay shimmied Ali’s bra off before removing her own milk-stained top. The girls had been nursing each other since their milk came in, the nutrients and fats helping each other get nice and round like they wanted. Lindsay grabbed one of Ali’s firm F-cup tits and lifted it to her panting lips while Ali positioned herself under Lindsay’s massive nipples, already dripping milk slowly. Ali and Lindsay sucked down mouthfuls of warm milk from each others breasts, shuddering and moaning softly at the sensations. Ali was switching back and forth between Lindsay’s long, dark nipples, gasping for air between gulps of life giving milk.
Emily was cooing as she finished rubbing in Ali’s belly. Emily rose to her feet and waddled her pregnant body over behind Lindsay, stroking her hair while Lindsay was sucking on Ali’s tits. Ali stopped Lindsay, having been milked thoroughly by Lindsay’s greedy sucking mouth. She flipped Lindsay onto her back and continued draining Lindsay’s full boobs. Emily laboriously knelt down and finally lowered Lindsay’s shorts down her full, tanned thighs. Lindsay thrust her exposed, hairy pussy up and down, begging for attention while she was panting from Ali’s sensative nursing. Emily smirked as she ran her hands up and down Lindsay’s thighs. She trailed her tongue down from her ankle to her crotch, just missing her pussy before licking, kissing and sucking her way up her belly. Lindsay and Emily were pushing their swollen bodies into each other, Lindsay shuddering from Ali’s sucking. Emily finally took mercy on her horny girlfriend and started fingering Lindsay’s bright red, sopping wet pussy. Lindsay was bucking so hard Ali backed off her tits and started rubbing on Lindsay’s belly. Lindsay came hard before slumping down onto the ground. Ali and Emily finished cooling down (in a sadly more conventional way) before they helped Lindsay rise to her feet. Her lips were wrapped in a lazy smile and her chest and belly were flushed with exertion, tits swollen from being drained and stimulated. Emily gathered her things (and Lindsays clothes) before they left, leaving Ali and I to ourselves.
Ali immediately grabbed me by the hand and waddled me quickly into our bedroom. Within minutes Ali was bouncing on my dick, screaming at the top of her lungs in orgasmic bliss. We were done and Ali drifted off to a nice nap, worn out after her workout and our fun.
With Ali asleep I’ve decided to write considering my day at the office. I have finished enough research and gathered enough data to be certain that there was indeed something unnatural about Eden. I’ve determined that there is a significant drug being pumped in through the food and water. It’s even in the streams and ocean front! It is a synthesized fertility pheromone, one that has placated the affected. This single chemical, at twenty-two ppm, was linked to the women’s longer and bigger pregnancies, as well as their general horniness and forgetful, giggly moods.In men, it also grew the sexual organs and increased testosterone production, leading to slimmer, leaner men with more desire. I have the what, but my scientific curiosity is prodding me to the why and how.
I hear Ali flushing the toilet and waddling back to the bed (the first trip of say, three or four throughout the night). Every time she gets up she always feels like fooling around a little bit, and there is no way I’m missing that. I intend to update more often now that Ali is resting and sleeping so much of her days away, growing herself big and round. I’ll have some more time on my hands, and hopefully I can find a bit more of what is really driving Eden.