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A Pregnant Future: The Dark Seed (Part 1)
🕑 Added 2024-07-01 03:09:38 +0000 UTCTags: Sex, implied weight gain hyper pregnancy, hyper fats.
Sorry this was late! Had not been feeling good today. Hope you all enjoy! If you would like to read the original story: https://www.patreon.com/posts/august-prompt-87411896
--- Prologue : Pre-Apotheosis ---
Centuries ago, before the colonies had been established, Cassilida had been pregnant. She writhed on her bed, trying to contain the life within her womb. Her belly was frustrated by kicks and shoves, keeping her from any meaningful rest. Even the pleasure piston between her legs did little to soothe her. Her bulk shifted and gyrated upon the bed, moving as much as her 700 pounds would allow. Pregnancy had been everything that Cassilida had hoped and more. It had seen her grow from a stripling woman of 110 pounds into a rotund behemoth. She had grown into lust and gluttony with ease, giving herself to constant lust and pleasure. It was so easy to see how she had just been playing at nobility before. Flabby arms made her movements so much more dramatic and never ending stimulation had thickened her voice. Over the course of her 9 months of joyous gestation, she had matured into a high society woman. However, that did not mean the maturation process had always been easy.
“Oooooh. . .pllleeeassccch. . .aaah. . .they kick. . .sooo muscccch!” Cassilida moaned on the bed, the frame shifting beneath her. The antique wood, grown and harvested from Old Earth, stood little chance against the young woman’s bulk. She was bigger than her sisters, approaching her mother’s size. She moaned again, sounding almost cowlike. Attendants and medical practitioners flowed in from the other room, their white dresses trailing behind them. The saintly flock of women surrounded the bed. Those in the back rang calming bells and offered prayers while the front line of women tended to the pregnant woman’s ails. Cooling salves were applied to Cassilda's belly. It thrust up and down, just enough muscle left to tighten her core. There was a cannonball orb of tautness in the center of her flabby mass, signaling where her babies gestated. Within that tight sphere was a storm of kicks. Each one brought pain and pleasure to Cassilida. She moaned again, hammering the button to turn the sex piston between her legs up in intensity. Rather than bury the pain, Cassilida wanted to weave pleasure along with it. “Sscccchooo tight.” She moaned up at the lead doctor.
“Yes Madame Cassilida.” The dusky skinned woman nodded. Her hair had been dyed white, matching it to her clothes. The medical cast was even more obsessed with ceremony than the noble houses which Cassilida had been brought up in. Her hair had been bound with icons of medical saints, those that had performed miracle deliveries for noble women whose wombs had been over stuffed. Though the blonde woman had grown quickly, far more than any predictions had indicated, she was unlikely to be one of that special class. However, the doctor could not deny that the woman’s impending delivery seemed to indicate some portentous sign. The doctor trailed a hand across her own small bosom, making the sign of the mother. She then eased some pills towards Cassilida. They would heighten the sensations roiling through her body, bringing her tenfold pain and pleasure. Most women could not handle it, but she knew Cassilida needed it. The doctor could sense the movement of the divine in the events around the obese woman’s pregnancy. After, she put her hands to Cassilida’s cheeks. Only 22, she looked so weak and helpless before the pain she was experiencing. “Have you thought of what you want to name them?” The doctor asked.
“No. . .ooooh. . .aaah. . .yes. . .a little!” Cassilida tried to grasp any conscious thought. Her hands, now thickened to sausages, grasped at the sheets below her. Her body seemed to jiggle even without her moving. The pills were making her feverish, mind overloaded by sensory information. Her stomach rose like a mountain before her, shadowing her large breasts. Her body was utterly changed. The thin, shapely curves had exploded into morasses of hanging fat. Mobility was becoming a distant memory. Her mother had promised a mobility platform, something to keep her new fat coddled and massaged for her pregnancies thereafter. For now, Cassilida would be bed bound, too crippled by constant kicks to move. “I haaave one.” She finally managed to say before falling back into mindless moans and screams. The doctor smiled, seeing the transfer from pain to lust in the young woman’s face. She was working with the pain, molding it to her desires. That was another good and portentous sign.
“Tell me.” The doctor leaned down, stroking her immobile patient’s soft hair. “So we can pray for the child, write her name in our holy records.” She kissed Cassilida, stroking a flabby face fold. Cassilida managed a small giggle. “We’ll pray over her day and night as we prepare for her birth.” The doctor’s long, white hair fell a top Cassilida’s naked chest. “She might grow into a saint.” Usually she said such things as vain promises and well wishes. However, this time she meant it. Fate seemed to be toying with Cassilida as much as the doctor was playing with her fat. In secret, the medical servants had read fortunes. It had been hard to take them seriously at first, their promises outlandish. Yet, watching Cassilida grow and swell so rapidly over her pregnancy had lent credence. Her lusts were endless as was her stomach, her babies requiring so much from her body.
“A girl. . .ooooh. . .she would haaaa-AAAVE to be.” Cassilida moaned. She arched her back as a particularly troublesome spasm worked through her belly. Her babies were eager to hear the name. The young, spoiled noble too a long time to compose herself. Finally, she managed to breathe out the name. “Europhia.” Cassilida fell back to moaning and wriggling upon the bed, her flabby butt digging into the mattress and frame. The doctor nodded and patted her cheek. She whispered the name to her attendants, making sure that they all knew it. They would indeed pray over the forthcoming child, making sure that Europhia was given as much divine attention as possible from their cult. She would end up being the first born of her brothers and sisters. Cassilida’s pride and joy.
--- Post Apotheosis ---
Pregnancies and prophecies came and went. Cassilida did indeed give birth to Europhia, giving her scores of brothers and sisters. Cassilida cared for each of her children, but never missed a chance to dote on the spoiled young woman. She would push Europhia into the greatness the doctors and seers had foreseen. That chance finally came when Europhia had her first pregnancy. It had been wild, mirroring and surpassing Cassilida’s own first pregnancy. Europhia had come in a spoiled and reluctant young woman, but had left a mature member of noble society. Yet, there had been something different. Cassilida watched with interest as pregnancies continued with her favorite daughter. Each one saw her growing larger and more indulgent. Beyond even a colonial noblewoman, Europhia was becoming something else. Words of her old doctors came rushing back to her. Prophecy was a funny thing. Inasmuch as Cassilida wanted them to become true, she was hardly prepared for the reality of it all.
Cassilida brought her hover chair towards her daughter’s audience hall, nervousness growing. The many mansions of the colonial moon were inadequate to hold her. Further, it would be an insult to the woman she had become. Europhia had risen above the station of mere noble, reaching towards the divine itself. As Cassilida’s hover chair floated through the ornate entrance to Europhia’s temple, she found it hard to remember that her daughter had once been a skinny brat. The structure was opulent with statues for the sainted mothers that had birthed the celestial colonies. They had tapped into the divine mother and borrowed her strength, creating generations of people to help settle the vast and empty plains of space. Cassilida bowed her head at some of the statues. She only ever felt religious in Europhia’s temple. Her daughter was beyond even these revered saints. Passing by the immobilized woman were teams of medical supplicants. The nuns helped deliver Europhia’s many children, attend the medical equipment, and lead the religious services conducted to honor the massive mother. They gave little bows towards Cassilida, though she did not give any gestures in return. It was strange to be venerated.
The sense of unease only grew when Cassilda reached Europhia’s herald: Sekha. The tan woman had done much to redeem the status of her fallen house. Her support and care of Europhia had won her acclaim. Further, it had won her size unlike anyone else. She sat before the grand doors that led to Europhia’s audience chambers, vast bulk spreading across hover chair that was like Cassilida’s. It bore only partial resemblance to the basic technology which hoisted the blonde woman. Sekha’s was larger, bigger than three of Cassilida’s combined. Ever bit of that space was taken up by highly fertile, highly pregnant fat. Sekha was immense, bigger than many cars. She was a pile of blubber with a pregnant and prominent gut. Her breasts dangle down to either side of the gigantic belly, milk flowing freely. Golden symbols proclaiming Europhia’s achievements had been painted upon her brown flesh. Sekha leaned back, allowing as much of her fat to splay across the golden door as possible. Hidden under layers of fat was a pulsing sex rod, stimulating the gigantic woman.
“HooooOOOOOH. . .Cassilida. . .cooooOOOME. . .haaaah. . .to attend. . .THAAA. . .insemination. . .ceremony?” Sekha moaned through the throes of pleasure. It was no wonder that the debauched woman had been chosen as Europhia’s herald and envoy. Centuries of sex had strengthened her lungs, giving her a voice that could boom Europhia’s commands just as easily as her sex moans. “LoooOOOVELY. . .hoooo. . .to have. . .you!” She smirked at the smaller woman, enjoying the comparison in size. Her sex machine picked up speed and intensity. Sekha had reached a state of nirvana well beyond anything Cassilida had ever managed. Aphrodisiacs and sensory stimulants were pumped into Sekha with every meal and drink. She felt only lust, pride, and love for Europhia. “Oooour. . .ooohh. . .goddess shall. . .have a new brood today.” Sekha murmured, her sex machine slowing again. Her neck had all but disappeared under facial fat. She could hardly see the smaller woman. Only a blotch of white with her lovely brown blubber obscuring everything else. Hands long buried under fat trembled as another orgasm rumbled through her. She was greater than Cassilida. The mother of Europhia had been given her chance, but had shied away from divine truth.
“I had wanted to see her.” Cassilida was quiet in the face of the mountain before her. It was hard to be her normal, indulgent, pleasured self while in the temple. It was unnerving to see a woman so thoroughly upstage her. Sekha had once been small and without children. Now her lineage was beginning to rival Cassilida’s. As the centuries continued to roll on, thanks to life extension technology, there was little doubt that Sekha would become greater than her. She was the progenitor of a new house, one that would serve the incarnate goddess upon the colonial moons. “May I pass?” Cassilida asked. Though her own pleasure machine hummed between swampy thighs, she was sober. There would be little sex pleasure for some time.
“I. . .aaah. . .schhhupoooscchee. . .haaah!” The brown behemoth squealed as another orgasm made her pussy tense. The thick rod between her legs only drove harder, blinding her with constant waves of sexual gratification. It took almost a minute for Sekha to calm herself enough to give the official order to open the door. Medical nuns operated both the door and the chair which held Sekha. She was led back into the dark audience room, her body wobbling as the chair fought against gravity. Cassilida shivered as she saw gigantic buttcheeks, each brown boulder bigger than her entire body. Sekha floated into the audience chamber, trails of incense curling around her. She looked up, or at least as much as her body would allow. Cassilda could tell she was straining. Though Europhia was easily to see, it was hard to find her head. “Mmmmyyyy. . .AAAAAHH. . .laaaady!” Sekha called, her voice bolstered by the piston pumping her sex. “Your. . .ooooohh. . .HHHOOOOONOOORRREED. . .oooh. . .mother. . .has. . .arrived!” Sekha finished, once again achieving orgasm. Cassilida floated into the room, controlling her chair with a fat hand. She followed Sekha’s head, staring up at the mountain her daughter had become.
Europhia was illuminated by falling pillars of light. The saintly columns fell upon pinkish, gold hair which trailed unstoppably across a body that was more comparable to a geological feature. Europhia was a mass of fat, babies, and milk. Her breasts alone were bigger than Sekha, capable of pumping out enough milk to fill full size swimming pools. Below her breasts were pools of collected milk. The rims of the pools were chiseled stone showing slender milkmaids with buckets. Dipping into the pools were Europhia’s hips. Wider than many buildings, her hips were the divine fulcrums upon which the rest of her mass could rest. Women in golden robes sat upon Europhia’s hips, singing hymns to her. They swayed with the natural movements of her fat, feeling the great sex machine which stimulated the goddess. Europhia’s belly took up the most space. Bigger than many transport ships, it could house literal armies of gestating children. If Sekha could birth a small town, Europhia birthed entire cultures.
It was into this grandeur that Cassilida floated, her jaw slack. She had seen her daughter many times before. Though each time it was more unbelievable. The perfect skin, flowing hair, and endless fat was too perfect to be human. Further, it was too immaculate to have come from her. Cassilda could not name the feelings which swam through her breast. Words failed her as she stared up at her daughter. Europhia’s face was blissful, only the corners of her mouth revealing the carnal lust which was brimming within her. The floor under Cassilida thrummed with the power of the insemination machine. Her daughter was about to become pregnant again. Cassilida was about to watch what was the work of a goddess.
“OOOoooooooh. . .greetings. . .Mother.” Europhia’s voice boomed from her mouth. It was calm and loving, having none of the overt lust that Sekha’s did. She licked her plump lips, one of the few movements she could still do herself. “Aaaahaa. . .how. . .oooooh. . .timely!” Europhia spoke with dignity that befit her situation. Hardly at all was she the bratty woman throwing a fit at becoming pregnant. “I am. . .haaah. . .to become. . .GREAT with. . .aaah. . . child again.” The choir about her body swooned at the news, eager to usher in yet another birth. The colonies would grow, sending Europhia’s descendants to the furthest reaches of known space. The thought of another pregnancy made Europhia’s breasts gush. The pools were again filled with milk. Some members of the choir slipped down to drink the nectar before it was secreted away. Their bodies would fatten, taking on but a small fraction of Europhia’s size. “Hoooow. . .oooohhh. . .GLORIOUS!” Europhia’s sermons were slow affairs.
“Yes.” Casilida bowed her head, almost afraid of looking at her daughter. “Are things. . .well?” She asked, seeming silly.
Europia chuckled, enjoying the question. “Thiiings are. . .wonderful.” The immense woman said, dipping back into the wells of pleasure being generated between her useless legs. “I wasscch. . .oooh. . .schooo hoping you. . . would come. . .” Europhia moaned, the ceremony drawing near. “Thisscch. . .shall be my. . .ooooh. . .most blessed. . .brood yet.” She looked through pleased eyes down at the small dots that were her mother and Sekha. Europhia felt the even smaller women sinking into her blubber. They sang and rubbed her fat, playing with her. The time was growing near. Her cardinals and ministers had calculated the very moment of her peak fertility. “Plleeasscch. . .aaah. .schtaaay and. . .wasscch me.” Europhia entreated her mother. Cassilida was quiet in her agreement, shocked at what she could sense was happening. The floor began to rumble as medical nuns and doctors started to play with the controls to the great machines which kept Europhia fertile and pregnant.
Meanwhile, two small figures slipped into the room. Hiding behind Sekha, they were allowed to see all of the forthcoming, secretive rite.
Comments
James Duke
Absolutely! Especially when she initially railed against the system that she now leads as a divine figure.
James Duke
Thank you! I have big plans for this :D
PrivateXimmy
I love the sense of absolute awe that Cassilida has upon seeing Europhia’s condition. Not only in the absolute *magnitude* of literally every aspect of her life, whether it be stature, offspring count, and intensity of her machine, but also in the recognition that, at some point before obtaining this deubacherous divinity, this was her own flesh and blood. How humbling it must be, to see your own daughter tower above all else in every method of stature both culturally spiritual and physically corporeal.
Thiscantbereal
Great chapter! Happy to see A Pregnant Future continue. Some interesting worldbuilding going on. Looking forward to the next chapter!
John Williams
Ough, this is incredible! I truly adore how you've set up the scale with Sehka, then blasted it to pieces with Europhia. The sizes here are absurd!
