Pep Rally VI (Patreon)

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The slumber party was turning out to be a disaster.

Sam made several more efforts to apologize to her friends, but all that she managed was, “moooo.” It was as though language had slipped away from her. She just hoped they all understood the remorsefulness of her tone.

While Tammy was still astonished, Jessica seemed more amused about the events. Sam spent a good deal of the evening trying to thoroughly milk herself in the bathroom, but there was just so much output. She only had one pump, and had to repetitively figure out whether to prioritize her four breasts or her udder, all of which were dripping milk.

She resigned herself after a hour and returned to Tammy’s bedroom where she sunk down in a pile of soft, fluffy pillows and a growing puddle of her warm milk.

She awoke early, too early. It was still dim outside the windows. Sam opened her bleary eyes, taking in the small commotion around the room. She managed to roll herself to an upright position, and arduously crawled (belly dragging on) towards the small clutter of her friends circled around something.

Sam peeked through the hedge of bodies, a “Mooo!” of shock escaping her throat.

Penny was curled on the carpet, her eyelashes looking longer, and eyes evidently larger and wider as she blinked up at them. Her nose had gotten flatter and wider, and had taken on a pinkish hue. And her previously-flat chest had swelled up with plump C-cups overnight. Nestled beneath them, the curve of her formerly-flat stomach was bulging prominently against her pajama top.

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Sam went to see her doctor later that day, still wrought with guilt over Penny’s new, inconvenient developments. By the time of her appointment, she still hadn’t been able to utter a human word. Her one comfort was that Scott arrived to accompany her. When he “mooo”ed at her in greeting, she was startled, but also, somehow, she understood.

Dr. Richards was a genial man. He laughed of Sam’s failed attempt to communicate. “Let’s get you examined.”

He took her weight, measurements, did a sonogram, and finally, a pelvic examine. His concerned frown made her heart race.

“Samantha, I don’t want you to be concerned, but you are extremely overdue. You should have gone into labor weeks ago.”

Sam blinked up at him. “Moo,” she said in alarm.

Scott comfortingly rubbed her back. “Mmm,” he consoled.

“At this point, you don’t have many options in terms of triggering labor. I doubt medication will have any effect. The best method for women in your condition is penetrative sex.”

Sam rubbed her churning gut. She looked at Scott who looked at her. They nodded.

“Moo,” said Sam. She would give it a shot.

“And soon,” Richards ordered, as he and Scott helped her to stand, her belly jutting from her like a bolder.

“Mmmm,” she responded, a little embarrassed by the prescription. She couldn’t help worrying about her babies, and the awkwardness that sex would entail in her advanced state.

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That evening, they gave it a tey.

It was true that Scott had changed substantially. He was stronger and broader, and his dick had grown by inches and thickened as well.

The sight of it made her shiver slightly. He helped her onto the bed, and she grunted beneath the weight of her huge mass pinning her down. He adjusted her, arranging pillows around her, but no position was perfect. Her nipples and teats were stiff and achy, and just the sight of Scott undressing made them squirt with her shuddering breaths.

Scott went slow and careful, but he gained vigor as things progressed. She hadn’t anticipated that it would be so—enjoyable, her skin tingling, stomach clenching, udder aching almost pleasantly as it was repetitively compressed by Scott’s thrusts, the mound bobbing between them, and milk splashing forward, making a mess.

She groaned as her belly heaved up and down, breasts wiggling, as she grimaced and struggled to prolong things, because Scott still hadn’t triggered labor, but he was already so, so deep.

The tension and pressure continued to cumulate until she couldn’t hold on any longer. Scott gave a rough thrust that left her humming a groan, body arching, heat pooling, and…liquid splashing on the mattress beneath them.

It took a while to come down, Sam gasping for breath, mooing appreciatively, as Scott sunk, gently, against her mound, stroking it idly.

“Mooo,” Scott told her. Her water had broken.

“Mmmm,” Sam acknowledged.

They gave each other a meaningful look, then Scott got up to call the doctor.