Rewe of Mily Boobs

All characters in this story are over 18 years old. This story is not indicative of Mardis Gras Crewes and is a work of fiction.

Started as a religious tradition, Mardi Gras has long been known as a time of over indulgence. Moderation in an unknown concept during this time between the holidays of Epiphany and Lent. The whole idea is to get all your eating of rich foods in before your 40 days of Lenton fasting. Mardi Gras is, at the very least, a weeklong party. And, oh what a party it is. This story is not about a real Krewe nor should it be taken as any indication as to what transpires in a real Mardi Gras Krewe. This is a work of fiction and should only be taken as such. The characters in this story are completely fictional and not based, in any way, on any person, living or dead. I hope you enjoy...

"The Krewe Of Milky Boobs"

Chapter One

Whitney Grace had been waiting for this moment for over a dozen years. Since accompanying her mother, a second generation Maid in Waiting and herself a prior Queen of this very group, Whitney has had one, very distinct goal in life. She wanted to follow in her mothers footsteps as the Queen of The Krewe of Milky Boobs.

Of course, this wasn't the real name of this Mardi Gras Krewe. Going along with tradition, the founders picked a Greek God, or, in this case, goddess, to name the Krewe for. Gaia, the mother of all Gods. In the 1920's, when the Krewe Of Gaia was established, the founders wanted to stand out from the other Krewe's, to be different. To that end, they declared that their yearly 'Queen of Carnival' would have to be unmarried and, better yet, a virgin. They would be the only Krewe with a Virgin Queen. Money!

All the other Krewe's would name the wives of their richest patrons 'Queen', mainly to gain favor with the rich husband and he would shell out more bucks. An unmarried 'Queen' would be risky, but, as they calculated, 'No risk, no reward'. Little did they know that, in just a few short years, their risk would pay off, in spades. In1931, their 'virgin' Queen of Carnival found herself knocked up after a tryst with one of the married patrons.

When Betsy McClean, the 'virgin queen' found herself 'in the family way', she kept the information to herself. After all, she would only be six or seven months along when Mardi Gras rolled around. Surely she could hide her condition with flowing robes and costumes. Yeah, not so much. As she got larger, much larger, the truth was discovered only a week before Mardi Gras. Our Virgin Queen Of Carnival was pregnant with twins.

The board of regents was in a quandary. Keep in mind, getting knocked up while being single happened in the 20's and 30's. In fact, it happened a lot. It just wasn't made public knowledge. How do they handle this high profile catastrophe? Do they cancel their parade, their biggest event of the year? Do they name a new queen at the eleventh hour? Do they try to hide her burgeoning belly under feathers and costuming?

Luckily, there was one forward thinking board member named Ben Hunter, a local bank president. He put a bold idea on the table. He suggested that they don't distance themselves from this problem, but embrace it. Make it seem like it was planned. It was a huge gamble. In this era, most everyone knew a girl that had spread her legs once too often, but didn't discuss it. This could be an unmitigated disaster, but, what other choice did they have? So, embrace it, they did.

They called in a reporter from the biggest newspaper in town, promising him 'the exclusive of his career'. The reporter came into the bankers office and sat down. Ben started his pitch about the Krewe's revolutionary new idea. It was something they'd been keeping under wraps for months. It was going to change Carnival as everyone knew it. Ben was laying it on thick. It was sink or swim time.

Ben walked over to the chair the reporter was sitting in. He spoke in his most relaxed and businesslike voice. "Let me introduce to you, our Virgin Queen Of Carnival, Betsy McClean."

The doors opened and Betsy walked in. She was garbed in a brand new, if hastily put together, Mardi Gras costume covered in satin and feathers. It did not, however, hide her massive baby bump. It accentuated it. The reporter dropped his pencil, his jaw agape. He sat there, momentarily, dumbfounded. His mind just didn't know how to process what he was seeing. Finally, after a few seconds, which, to the board seemed like hours, he smiled. He smiled big.

"I love it." Was all he could say. He started asking questions and interviewing everyone in the room. He couldn't wait to get back to his paper to write this piece. In his mind, they had delivered what they promised, the scoop of the decade.

Of course, the story behind the story had been rewritten by Ben and the others on the board. Instead of telling him that Betsy had fucked one of their rich backers, (she had actually fucked several of the rich backers), they told the story of a fast talking salesman and a poor naïve girl, the wooing and flattering and a momentary lapse in female judgement. The reporter knew it was bullshit, but he loved it. This would sell the hell out of the morning edition.

The next day, the Krewe Of Gaia was front page news. The community loved it. Betsy was an overnight celebrity. In the next week, their membership numbers more than doubled. Of course, when Mardi Gras was done and they saw the booming effect this had on the membership, they made the edict. 'To honor their Greek namesake, Gaia, and to set themselves apart from the other carnival groups, form here on out, their Queen and her court would all be pregnant. They would be as pregnant as they could be.'

Now, you wouldn't have to be pregnant to be a member of this Krewe, but, to be a female member of the Royal Court, you must be, noticeably and unmistakenly, deep in your third trimester of pregnancy. The entire goal of the Royal Court was to be as close to your due date on Mardi Gras as possible.

For almost a century now, women in this town fuck like little purple, green and gold bunnies nine months from Mardi Gras, hoping to catch that lucky sperm that would propel them to the most coveted royal position in town, the Pregnant Virgin Queen of The Krewe of Gaia.

Over the years, the Krewe garnered many nicknames, but the one that stuck was 'The Krewe of the Milky Boobs'. The board didn't try to change that. They embraced it. They became the Carnival group in town that really put the over indulgence into the event. They even started throwing parties, nine months from Fat Tuesday, These parties included the hottest girls and the sexiest guys. By the end of the night, people were fucking all over the building, trying to knock up the next queen.

Women would try to time their pregnancies with Swiss clock accuracy to be as close to 'ripe' on Fat Tuesday as humanly possible. The rise in the birth rate the first week of Lent would become the highest of the year. As a matter of fact, to give birth the day after Carnival, without induction, of course, would get your picture on the Krewe Wall Of Fame. The ladies of this carnival Krewe knew how to take "Fat Tuesday" to a whole new level.

Some things had changed over the years. The queen didn't 'have' to be unmarried anymore, but the board didn't really hype up the fact that the Maid In Waiting was married. Assuming they were knocked up and single was part of the mystique.

This was Whitney's fifth go at Queen. Her first four attempts were valiant, but fell just short. Last year, she made it to the top six for the first time, but ended up as third Maid. She knew that this was her final chance, at least for a while. Five babies under five years old was all she could handle. And with no husband to help, it really compounded things. Her parents and siblings were a big help, but still. This was her year but she knew her competition would be stiff.

After all, several of the women she was up against were the same as her, a house full of babies and toddlers. Getting pregnant each year, trying to get the crown, took it's toll on a woman and her body. Imagine being in the Miss America pageant five years in a row, but nine months pregnant while doing it. It's something you really have to want. And Whitney wanted it.... Bad. She knew the events, she knew what the judges were looking for, she knew, deep in her heart, she kept telling herself that this was her year.

While waiting backstage for the final judging to begin, Whitney assesses her competition. There were five other women, all blooming with sexual abundancy. Whereas the competition had started with twenty five contestants, all meeting the entry requirements, (almost half of them already having given birth), these were the finalists. These were the crème de la crème of New Orleans pregnant upper class contestants.

There is Stephanie Grey, a leggy blonde with a massive belly and huge tits. Stephanie has a slight advantage, however, being knocked up with twins. Damn her luck. Her husband is an investment banker. They can afford nannies and nurses and anything she needs to keep spitting out kids until she wins the crown. This was Stephanies third attempt at the crown in the last five years. Whitney knew that Stephanie would be hard to beat, probably her 'biggest' competition.

Then there is Gina LaCroix. This is only Gina's second go at the crown. Whitney wasn't too worried about her. She is inexperienced and will probably be knocked out of the race in the first cut. Whitney was surprised that Gina had made it this far in only her second try. Gina does have one thing going for her, however, she was a pageant brat. She knows how to schmooze the judges and endear herself to the crowd. Whitney couldn't underestimate her.

Then there is Peggy Menendez. She's the oldest of the finalists. In her forties and with eight kids at home, she is the seasoned pro here. She was queen four years ago so she knows what she's doing. Her biggest problem is, with so many pregnancies, her tits sag and her stretch marks are serious and hard to hide. That means that she's not as strong in the bikini contest as she used to be.

In the corner, the last two finalists are talking. Farah Wilson, Gina's older sister, and current queen, is discussing something with Opal Gollotte. Opal is the odds on favorite to win this year. She's got long legs, big, abundant breasts and, most threatening of all, she's Whitney's sister.

Now, it's not unusual to have sisters in the competition. As a matter of fact, seven years ago, there was a set of twins, both finalists, both knocked up by the same guy on the same day. Many feel that they cancelled each other out due to their similarities. There was some talk within the krewe to name them co-queens, due to the unusual nature of having twin queens. In the end, however, the ruling board of the krewe decided not to set that unusual precedent.

One of the twins did go on a few years later, solo, to win the crown. With her sister home on bedrest the night of that particular competition, single twin, Peggy Menedez did, indeed, take home the crown that night. Her sister, Rachel, retired from competition after that, due to the effects her pregnancies were having on her body.

That's the one thing about this Krewe life. Running for queen really wreaked havoc on a woman's body. They don't call us The Krewe of Milky Boobs for nothing. Even though lactation is not a requirement, it's hard to have that many small children and not be constantly leaking. Luckily, the costumes are designed with this in mind.

Obviously, there are other inherent drawbacks to this business model, but the drama and suspense of the situation more than made up for the negative aspects. And since carnival is based on mainly Catholic beliefs, to begin with, the large family unit fits right into the religious zeitgeist. Of course, they overlook the whole 'fucking anything that moves to get knocked up' thing.

The competition for Queen begins soon after Epiphany. All interested women that meet the pregnancy requirements are eligible to compete. A few at a time, contestants are eliminated until six are left. A few back up maids are named, just in case. A week before Lent, the three night stage competition begins to name the Queen and her maids. The court rules for three days over Carnival, culminating on Fat Tuesday. Should the Queen go into labor within those three days, the first Maid In Waiting becomes Queen and takes over her duties.

The stage competition covers six events over three days. This is not open to the public. The Krewe has a small theater with less than a hundred seats, just for this yearly event. Tonight is night number one. By the end of the evening, one more competitor will become Maid number five. The other five ladies will be one step closer to Queen. Needless to say, this will be the hottest ticket in town for the next three days. At a thousand bucks per ticket, only the hoi polloi of the Big Easy residents will witness the events. Most of the general public doesn't even know what transpires here. It's all very 'hush, hush'.

The stage manager walks across the stage telling the contestants to take their marks. The show is about to begin. All six 'ladies of abundance' take their places, dressed in their finest purple, gold and green attire. It's time to start the show. In front of the curtain, the brass band fires up their overture as the master of ceremonies takes the stage. She is a tall woman with long legs and red hair. She is dressed in an outfit covered in multi colored feathers with an elaborate headpiece made to look like a bright purple peacock. As the band finishes their opening piece, she lifts the microphone to her mouth.

"Ladies and Gentlemen." She starts enthusiastically. "Thank you for coming tonight to help us crown our Queen. I am former Queen Brenda Wiley and I'll be your host for the next three nights of competition. If you've been with us before, you'll know that the next few evenings will be unlike any show you've ever seen before. This event is not for the faint of heart. I can tell you from experience, that this is one of the most intense things most of these ladies will ever go through, except the actual birthing process, anyway." She laughs. "The Krewe of Gaia is proud to present to you our Carnival Court."

With that, the curtain opens and the band cranks up the first production number as our contestants walk through their choreographed entrance. They move, waddle would probably be more accurate, around the stage, giving everyone a good look at them. Their entire look is meant to accentuate their blossoming figures. It is meant to really hone in on their womanly ability to make and bear life. After a couple of minutes, the contestants line up on the stage for their introductions. The M.C. takes the stage again.

"Let's have a big hand for our lovely ladies, folks." She begins. "Trust me, it takes a lot of nerve to put themselves through what they are about to go through to be the Queen of our Krewe." The audience applauds and the girls all smile.

Brenda continues. "Let's meet our mothers to be, shall we?" The audience applauds again.

"First up, competing for the sixth time deep into her seventh pregnancy, she is our current Queen, hoping to be the first to serve in back to back reigns, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Farah Wilson."

Farah steps forward, sticking out her belly and rubbing it lovingly, as the audience cheers. Knowing that this would, likely, be her last year competing, she knows she wants to set a precedent of being the only back to back Queen in the Krewe's history. She waves to the crowd and walks off the stage.

"Next up," Brenda continues, "is our current queens youngest sister. You'll find this years event to be a real 'family affair'. This is only her second year to compete for queen and she's made it to the final six. That's already quite the accomplishment. That's baby number three kicking around inside there. Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for Gina Lacroix."

The crowd cheers for her accomplishment thus far and hope that she will give them a great show. She steps forward in one of the few barebelly gowns on the stage. She stops and leans back a little to offer her belly to the crowd. They cheer. She rubs her belly lovingly and walks off the stage.

Brenda speaks again. "Next is our youngest competitor at only twenty four years old, in her third attempt to be Queen, this is her first time to make the finals. She is pregnant with her fifth and sixth children...yes, folks, she's carrying twins. Let's hear it for Stephanie Grey."

As the crowd cheers, Stephanie walks forward in her lovely green gown. She stops and hikes up her gown. Slowly and amazingly, she slides into the splits. The crowd goes wild. Getting down to the stage was the easy part. Getting back up, on the other hand, took a hand from Branda, the M.C. She made her way back to her feet and left the stage.

Brenda goes on. "Next is one of two, third generation Maid's in Waiting. Her grandmother, Evelyn Cummings, was a Maid In Waiting in the 1980's, and her mother, Margeret Grace, was our Queen in 2007. She is 29 years old and this is her fifth attempt at the crown. She has competed with all five of her pregnancies. This is her second time in the finals. Let's hear it for the lovely, Whitney Grace."

The crowd applauds and cheers, as much for her as for her mother, who was Queen just twelve years earlier with Whitney and Opal's youngest sister. They are fan favorites because their families have been in the Krewe longer than just about anyone else. Whitney, in her vibrant tri color gown and brilliant purple hair steps forward and gives the crowd her best 'royal' wave. She then exits the stage.

"And now," Brenda goes on, "Whitney's older sister. She has been in this contest, an amazing seven times, also with every one of her pregnancies. This family seem to live for this contest. Ladies and gentlemen, third generation Maid in Waiting, Opal Gollotte."

As the audience cheers, Opal appears to simply glide forward on the stage. She gives the audience a small curtsey and a big smile. She really knows how to play the crowd. She then exits the stage.

"And now, folks, for our final contestant." Brenda hypes. "She was Queen four years ago, and now she's back for more. This is her ninth and, according to her, last pregnancy. She wants to retire with a return reign as Queen. Let's hear it for Peggy Menendez."

As Peggy steps forward, the crowd roars. They respect her reign as queen and for trying one more time, but not a lot of them have high hopes for her win. She bows slightly and leaves the stage, but not before giving a knowing wink to her twin, Rachel, in the audience.

Brenda once again takes center stage. "Well, folks. That's our court this year. In three nights, one of these voluptuous mothers will be our new Queen of Carnival. We'll take a short break to prepare for the first event and get this show on the road. Buckle your seat belts, folks. It's going to be a great night. By the end of the evening, we'll be down to four Maids competing for Queen. Right now, let's hear it for the Gene Hampton Brass Band."

The band leader counts them down and the band starts playing as the curtain closes. The audience is alive with whispers and comments. People are talking about the Maids, the costumes, the rumors, the truths. And now, on with the show.