Motherhood The Last Resort

The one-year anniversary of Holden and I starting IVF was rapidly approaching and the knowledge that we could afford no more treatments was more than I could bear. I'd spent hours every night researching other methods for months, while my husband slept soundly beside me after we'd attempted to conceive.

In a sleepy, half-crazed haze one night, I'd stumbled upon a his and hers set of pills that guaranteed conception. It was the only thing sold on the web-page and it had two reviews. The first was 5 stars, saying that she and her husband had conceived triplets first try and the pregnancy was through in a flash. That seemed promising, after all of our struggles I deserved an easy pregnancy.

The second review was 3 stars and said that although this couple had conceived twins, the experience was bizaare and she would not recommend.

I decided that it was worth it, and at $20 dollars a box, I decided to buy two. They arrived three days later while Holden was at work.

I instantly opened it and read the label. It instructed me to have me and my partner take one not more than one hour before sex. I skimmed over the warnings and side effects which included bloating, arousal, and increased sperm production.

Holden called me when he was leaving work. "Hey Sara, I'm on my way home. Do you need me to pick up dinner or anything?"

"Nope, I'm just making some spaghetti," I said. "I have a surprise for you."

There was a pause. "I'm pretty tired today, I don't know if I'm up for more bedroom time."

"Trust me, you'll be up for it. Please try to keep an open mind?"

He agreed, we said our goodbyes and hung up.

When I knew he was about ten mintues away, I took my pill and laid his out on the table for him. I put on a lingerie set that consisted of a black lacy tank top and matching shorts.

In a moment of weakness when I heard his car coming down the road, I opened the second box and took the other "hers" pill.

"Sara, I'm home!" Holden's voice carried through the entry way into the kitchen where I quickly threw the second box away. "What's the surprise?"

He came around the corner and saw me. He smiled and said, "That's always a nice surprise."

"There's more," I said, leading him to the table where I had plates of spaghetti laid out for us. I picked up the pill. "This is supposed to increase the chances of conception and you're supposed to take it an hour before sex." I placed it in his hand. "It's probably gimmicky but I don't think it's dangerous or anything. I already took mine."

He eyed it. "Are you sure it's safe?"

I nodded empathically, although I thought, I sure hope so because I just took two.

He gave me an once over and I could see the erection building in his pants. "Okay, let's try it." He lifted his glass of wine and swallowed the pill.

We embraced and kissed passionately for a few seconds, his hands running over my body. His stomach growled and I suppressed a laugh.

"Let's eat," I said. "Give it a minute to work it's magic."

We sat and ate and talked about our days. A few minutes in, I started feeling a little weird and shifted in my seat uncomfortably. The motion shifted my panties and I could feel how wet I already was. Despite how horny I felt, my skin felt too tight and I felt severely thirsty, like I hadn't had any water all day.

I stood up and filled a glass at the kitchen sink and started chugging.

"You okay?" Holden said.

I nodded and finished the rest of the glass before refilling it and starting to chug again. He stood and came over and grabbed the glass out of my hand.

"You don't want to get too bloated or you won't want me to fuck you," he said, lustfully.

I felt his words like a shiver down my spine. I was still thirsty, but my thoughts shifted to what he'd feel like inside me. "Oh god, I want you to," I whispered.

He set the glass down and pulled me against him, kissing me ferociously. He grabbed my small B-cup breasts roughly and I nearly moaned from the contact. I could feel his dick pressing up against me and I grabbed it through his jeans. My hand brush my tummy in the process and I briefly broke away from him.

I rubbed both hands on my tummy and found it slightly bloated and round, probably from all the water.

Holden saw where my thoughts were heading and embraced me from behind, resting both hands on my small tummy. "Let's put a baby in you," he whispered, lips brushing my neck.

I nodded and he scooped me into his arms and carried me to our room bridal-style. He gave my ass a squeeze before setting me delicately on the bed.

I laid down and he climbed on top between my legs. He kissed me again and ground his dick against my clit. My pants seemed to be soaked through and I knew he could tell. He ran his hands over my hips and started tugging them down. He struggled a little bit more than usual and paused suddenly.

"Have you been working out?" he said. "Your ass seems bigger." He grabbed my ass again and I felt his eyes rove over me. "And your boobs."

He grabbed my boobs and then ran his hands down my body more methodically. "Your thighs too?" he asked.

I sat up a little to take stock and my body did seem a bit more... curvy than before. And come to think of it, my skin did still have that too-tight feeling.

"Is that a problem?" I asked. "Maybe I'm already pregnant." I didn't feel like I was, but I said it more for his benefit. So he didn't get freaked out by the pills we took, although I knew in my gut that that's what had caused it.

He smiled and shook his head, before taking my shorts the rest of the way off. He said nothing and he removed his shirt, then stood and took his own pants and boxers off. His dick and balls also looked bigger than before, but I said nothing.

I fully sat up. "Want to take this off too?" I asked, tugging at my tank top that seemed to be getting tighter by the second.

His grin got even bigger as he practically tore it off my body. His eyes ran over me again. "They definitely are bigger."

He tackled me back down to the bed and took a nipple in his mouth. My back arched as he ran his tongue in circles around it. He gently bit it and I moaned. Breast play wasn't usually my thing, but they seemed so much more sensitive than normal.

He switched breasts and did the same thing to my right one, while his hand gently caressed the other. In addition to the pleasure, my breasts both felt tingly in a different way, and the combination was causing me to writh a little under his touch. Suddenly the tingling got more intense and I heard Holden gasp as he released his mouth from me.

The tingling slowly faded and I opened by eyes to see my husbands shocked face.

"I think you're lactating," he said quietly.

My hands flew to my breasts and the movement shook some white drops from my nipples. By my estimations, they were at least D cups by now, maybe double Ds.

Holden stayed motionless, staring. I gave them another squeeze and a small stream flowed from each nipple and onto the bed.

"Want a taste?" I asked playfully.

I watched Holden's cock twitch and my pussy twitched in response, in yearning.

"Do we need to get you to a doctor?" he said slowly.

"Put a baby in me," I said.

He seemed to consider for a minute before diving back on me and taking my left breast in his mouth and sucking. The pleasure was indescribable, but I wanted more. I needed his cock in me.

I reached down and grabbed his dick, which was definitely bigger than before. Probably around eight inches now and much thicker. Instead of stroking, I pulled him towards me and he released my breast.

"It's so fucking good," he said.

An animal need was building inside me and all I could say back was, "Fuck me."

He quickly lined himself up with my snatch and starting easing in. Even in my horniest moments, there was normally a little bit of resistance, but despite his new size and the way it felt like he was slowly splitting me in half, he slid right in and hilted himself in me.

"Have you always been this tight?" Holden said breathlessly.

"You've grown too," I said.

He pulled out slightly and then eased himself back in. "Am I going to hurt you?" he said.

"Fuck me," I said again.

And he did.

He rammed himself in and out of me and I could feel every inch of his dick inside me. My breasts bounced with the movement and milk slowly flowed out of each one. Holden leaned down and started aggressively kissing me while still ramming into me.

In much less time than usual, I felt my orgasm building and I knew Holden was close too as he started pounding me in shorter, faster movements. All at once, I exploded and so did Holden.

My orgasm felt like it passed through my entire body and I moaned and closed my eyes in ecstasy. Holden also moaned as he finished and I could feel his cum inside me in a way I never had before.

Holden collapsed on top of me, and when I opened my eyes, I found him starting at my breasts again. They were even larger than a minute ago, rivaling the size of small melons now.

We readjusted so he was spooning me, his dick still semi-hard inside of me. Normally there'd be some cum dripping out of me, but his dick was so much girthier than I didn't think it was able to escape. His left hand carressed my stomach gently.

"Do you think we did it this time?" he asked me.

I hoped so, but I didn't know what to say. The pills had obviously caused a change in both of our bodies, but what if my uterus was still so broken that it wouldn't be enough?

My thoughts were cut off by a weird feeling in my stomach. My skin felt eighty times tighter than it had at dinner and I put both hands on my belly to try to massage the feeling away.

The sensation got more intense and I closed my eyes as a feeling somewhere between pleasure and pain took over my body. My hands were pushed out and upwards as my belly slowly starting growing. It ballooned outwards and I opened my eyes in time to see my belly button pop out under the intense internal pressure. At the same time, I felt my hips and ass expand. Holden got pushed slightly away from me by my growing ass.

The growing stopped as suddenly as it started and I struggled to sit up. Holden pulled out and helped me. My new birthing hips allowed me to balance.

My hands explored my gravid belly and I tried to take in what had just happened, but I soon found out the transformations weren't quite finished.

The tingling returned to my breasts more than before and heat rose in them. I watched and they slowly expanded straight out from my chest, before falling to either side of my huge belly.

I picked one up as the last of the growth finished up. It was the size of an overripe watermelon and felt about as heavy as one. My nipples were the size of Coke cans and stuck out nearly an extra two inches, and milk was beading at the tip.

"Help me up," I told Holden.

Between my huge belly and jiggling breasts and ass, and the fact that I probably weighed twice what I had an hour ago, it was difficult. But I was able to waddle my way into out bathroom and look at myself in the mirror unassisted.

I turned on the light and took myself in. I was a fertility goddess. My belly was massive and looked like I was at least nine months pregnant. There were faint stretch marks, but my skin looked mostly fine. To either side of my belly, my breasts hung down. They looked taut the way my belly did, and blue veins could be seen running throughout them. They seemed relatively perky for their size, but gravity was still doing it's thing, and milk dripped out of each massive nipple.

My hips were probably two feet wide and my thighs had grown to match. I turned to the side and looked at my ass which was much larger and perkier than before, and probably served as a counterweight to my massive belly. It looked even larger from the side.

I waddled out of the bathroom and looked at Holden, whose did still stood at attention. He helped me lower myself back onto the bed and ran his hand gently over my huge belly. I felt a kick and he felt it too.

He kissed me, slowly and passionately.

When we broke apart, he said, "Motherhood looks good on you."