The Harem on the Hill (Part XXI) (Patreon)

Once you're confident Tabitha is in no medical danger, you swipe-right on your phone to bring up Tina's vitals.  Her heart rate is elevated from the exertion--it's the most she's had in months--but rather than slowing as she recovers in the grass, it spikes as your index finger hovers above an onscreen button.

Your eyes meet Tina's.  "Do it," she mouths silently.  Part dare.  Part command.

Your finger drops and so does Tina.  Her face tenses and she rolls onto her back like a bug sprayed with Raid.  

Splayed limbs and contorted bodies in unitards litter your yard like the scene of some strange yoga-related disaster.  Of course, as the last man standing, you're in charge of clean-up.  

You lift Tabitha in your arms and head up the hill.  After a few steps, you realize that if you're going to continue to carry conked-out concubines, you'll need to get stronger.  It isn't that Tabitha is much heavier than Tina, but at nearly six-feet tall and with her lusciously long limbs limp and languid, it's like carrying an octopus.  

As you enter the house, Tabitha wakes.  Her weary green eyes study you but she doesn't struggle.  In fact, she tucks her legs and crosses her arms which helps you navigate the hallways and corners.  The stairwells are still brutal, but you soldier on under Tabitha's trusting gaze.  It's a little disconcerting actually.  Of course, if your day began with a trip to the gym and ended in the arms of a billionaire socialite, you might be awestruck, too.  

It makes you wonder what would happen if you took Tabitha to your bedroom.   By the look on her face, anything you'd want. 

Despite the temptation, you carry Tabitha over the threshold to her personalized chamber.  Like Tina's, it's modern and furnished to taste, but the guided tour will have to wait.

"Rest," you say, placing her gently on the bed.  Her eyes follow you as you turn off the light and begin the trek back for Tina. 

The return trip is much faster.  You bound the stairs two at a time and shuffle briskly past antiques and sculptures.  Your burning biceps aren't looking forward to another load, but at least it's Tina.  She may have plumped considerably in your care but she's still pocket-sized compared to Tabitha.

Only she's not there.  All that remains of the morning's massacre are faint depressions in the grass. 

"Tina!" you yell, spinning in a circle.  "I don't have time for this shit!"

Right on cue, an alert trumpets from your phone.   A touch of its surface reveals a bare belly that fills the screen and seems to jiggle with your finger's prodding. 

"Look for my pot at the end of the rainbow," comes a detached voice.  Then the display goes black.

"Jesus, Tina."   You drop your head and sigh.  She picked a helluva time for a scavenger hunt.

Seconds later, your head snaps up.  You know where she is.

You follow the perimeter of the house.  The main entrance is actually on the second story, while the first floor is built into the backside of the hill and therefore hidden from the front.  Along the sides, the hill slopes away, revealing the "ground" floor and the bulk of your estate.  You traverse the decline and continue past a flower garden--where you discover the tracks of a mammal wearing size six tennis shoes.

Turning the corner to the back of the house, you reach one of its most impressive features--an infinity pool overlooking the surrounding woods.  It's on a hill, not a mountain, so the cliff effect isn't QUITE as grand as you hoped for, but the view is still impressive.  

Especially with a certain brunette beauty sitting naked at the pool's edge, her ivory skin sheltered by the shade from a large steel sculpture with rainbow-colored tendrils.         

Tina smiles as you approach.  "You found me." 

"You're naked."

"I figure it's your turn to be shocked."  Tina lifts her legs from the water and pivots on her butt to face you.  "Like what you see?"

You do.  While the fabric of Tina's unitard squeezed her fattened form into a relatively petite package, free from its constrictions the pounds can be found.  Some cling to her breasts, sagging her nubile nubs ever-so-slightly against her chest.  Some round her arms, which look like drumsticks (the poultry kind) as they prop her.  And even more thicken her thighs, which spread against the deck in the back and rise like dough in the front, partially obscuring her pubic patch. 

But what really makes you grin is a smile-like crease beneath Tina’s abdomen.  It's just a crescent right now, but you expect it will eventually come full-circle. 

"Meh," you say, feigning indifference.  "I was hoping for gold."

"You have enough.  Besides..."  Tina arches her back and pushes her belly out as far as it will go, proudly patting its protuberance.  "This is worth its weight in the stuff."  

You cock your head to the side.  "Are you expecting some sort of reward?"

Tina correspondingly cocks hers.  "Don't you think I deserve one?"

How do you reply?