I put on a black faux leather dress and a dark blue cardigan over the top. I wore one of Patrick's favourite sets of blue underwear, and he gave a happy little buzz as I was putting on my knickers, so I put my finger up inside myself to give him a little prod. I still couldn't get any purchase on him, but I could stroke his golden base, and he seemed to like that.
"Now, I don't want you distracting me when I'm in town. No buzzing at all, unless it's something very important."
Patrick gave a small, meek buzz.
As I walked into town I was very conscious of how full I felt, being plugged up by him. Initially I found myself clenching my muscles a lot, but as I got more comfortable with the fact that he wasn't going to fall out, I was able to relax, and I actually found that by introducing a little extra wiggle to my hips it gave a remarkably pleasurable effect.
"Before we go for a drink, how would you feel about a little clothes shopping?"
Patrick gave me a tiny single buzz, just enough for me to feel, but not so intense that it was distracting.
"Good boy."
We went into a clothes shop and I walked down the racks, quietly describing the items I was looking at, and asking Patrick for his opinion. Unsurprisingly, we walked out of there with some slinky lingerie and a low-cut top, exactly the sort of thing he loves me wearing. Having built up a small appetite, I sashayed over to our favourite coffee shop, and I ordered my usual latte with skimmed milk. As I walked over to a table, I suddenly felt an excruciating pain low in my abdomen which stopped me in my tracks, and I barely managed to make it to a chair. Thankfully, it was only temporary, and quickly passed.
"Was that you?" I spluttered out, trying not to be heard by anyone nearby.
Two small buzzes. Then the pain returned, and I tried hard to fight through the discomfort to try and decipher what was happening. Resting my hand on my belly, I could feel something swelling in there. The pain was thankfully receding to a dull ache, and I tried my best to ignore it and enjoy my coffee. I checked in with Patrick, who was thankfully okay. By the time my cup was empty, my belly was definitely round, and I could no longer deny the fact that I was undoubtedly pregnant. I stood up gingerly, wondering if anyone around would notice that between sitting down and standing back up I'd somehow gone through four months of pregnancy. My dress was being stretched to its limits, and needed replacing urgently. I calculated that if I went straight back to the clothes shop, grabbed the first maternity dress off of the rack and changed straight into it, I'd still have enough time to get home. I regretted not heading straight home as soon as the pain had started - I'd stupidly wasted a lot of time denying what was happening to me.
* * *
By the time I got home I could already feel the contractions starting. With no time to go upstairs, I dropped my knickers, fell onto our sofa on my hands and knees, and started to push. Expecting hours of agony, it was a huge relief to discover that the accelerated pregnancy also brought with it an accelerated labour. The first thing that happened was that my body released Patrick at last, and he popped out onto the sofa with a little buzz. And then came the pain and effort of birthing the thing that had grown inside me. The pain was indescribable, but brief, and the supernatural elasticity of my body meant that there was zero permanent damage or discomfort whatsoever. That was the good news.
Unfortunately there was also some bad news. As I looked down between my legs, what I saw there was so horrific that I nearly screamed. It was not a soft, pink, beautiful little baby, but a dark green scaly beast with a face so twisted and pointed that I was physically unable to bring myself to look directly at it. Still, some strong inherent nurturing instinct inside me demanded that I needed to care for it, so I picked it up, undid the top of my maternity dress, turned over onto my back, and put it to my breast. After a few seconds it found the nipple and began to suckle, and I closed my eyes and sighed in relief. After a minute I could feel my anxiety levels start to normalise, so I opened my eyes to try taking another look at it. What I saw was that it had grown significantly in just one minute, and it was still growing at a rapid pace. In no time at all it was as large as I was, and then larger. Sated, it detached from my nipple, and loomed over me, snarling and hideous, its enormous dark cock hard and dripping with mucus. It picked up Patrick from the sofa, looked at him for a brief second, and then pressed the base against its pelvis. Somehow Patrick stayed in place, and now the monster had two cocks growing from its crotch, of very different colours and textures. I was terrified but frozen with fear, realising its intentions but powerless to fight it.
The monster effortlessly flipped me back over onto my front. With its hard hands it parted my buttocks and then plunged both of its cocks into my holes, fucking me hard and ruthlessly, grabbing onto my wrists and pulling my arms back so hard that it felt like they were going to break. I didn't feel like I was in danger, exactly - by now I trusted the extra elasticity in my body sufficiently that I knew that any pain would be temporary, and it could do me no permanent damage - but I was helpless to resist, and I also felt a little bad for poor little Patrick, being picked up and used to violate my asshole against his will. I knew that everything would go back to normal at the end of Tuesday, but that was still at least 12 hours away.
Eventually the monster came inside me, and then fell asleep. I crept upstairs to the bathroom, where I could lock myself in. The monster was strong, but maybe it wouldn't find me in there. Sitting on the toilet with cum dripping from both of my holes, I had an alarming realisation - could it potentially leave the house searching for me? What would the neighbours say? I had no choice - I had to stay where it could see me, so that I could ensure it had no reason to want to go out. I went back downstairs and whispered to Patrick, who was still connected to the monster's groin, checking he was okay. He buzzed back at me as softly as he could so as not to wake the monster, and I could barely make it out, but I did at least verify that he was still there, frightened but coping.
After about half an hour, with the monster still asleep, I started to relax. Maybe it would stay asleep for the rest of the day, and I just needed to stay quiet and avoid disturbing it. And then I felt it - a sharp pain in my abdomen. Putting my hand to my belly, I could feel the start of a little bump growing.
* * *
For the remainder of the afternoon, and into the evening, the monsters bred me repeatedly. Each one that I gave birth to was one more that joined in the gangbang. As the day progressed, my mind gradually became more and more corrupted, and I started to love being abused by these creatures. I gladly took their cocks in my hands, and in my mouth, and I played with my clit while I was giving birth to them. Patrick remained attached to the original monster, and I especially looked forward to that monster fucking my pussy so that I could have my darling Patrick in my ass again. I kept checking in with him whenever I could, making sure he was okay, letting him know that it was okay for him to enjoy this too. He came in my asshole many times, and I made sure to give the original monster lots of handjobs and blowjobs so that I'd have the opportunity to stroke Patrick at the same time. They fucked me in every room in the house, and kept fucking me even when I was pregnant, only pausing to allow the new monster to be born, and then immediately resuming before it had even reached my breast. They tended to sleep for quite a while after they'd ejaculated, but as the afternoon moved to evening there were enough of them that they could fuck me in shifts. I craved each new addition to the family, and loved being a permanent fuckdoll for my boys. I lost track of time, but even if I had been watching the clock, I'd have been willing the hands to slow down their inevitable march towards midnight.
Then on the stroke of midnight, everything stopped in an instant. I found myself lying on my front on the dining table, Patrick's cock still buried in my ass but now attached back onto his normal body. I was back in the doll state, my collar having reverted to behaving in its original manner. There was no trace of the monsters, or their myriad puddles of cum, and the damage that they'd done to the furniture while stampeding around the house seemed to have also been magically fixed. Patrick immediately withdrew from me, turned me over, and took my collar off. The concern in his face was readily apparent.
"Are you okay? That was intense."
"I'm okay" was all I could say. My feelings were so much complex than that, but I simply could not find the words to express them in that moment. It's true that there was a sense of physical relief that for the first time in hours I was no longer being fucked by huge monster cocks, but I also felt a great sadness at the loss of my boys, who I'd grown to love. I'd never see them again, and there would never be more of them. I wondered whether there was a finite pool of possible ways that these rings could behave, and I wanted to believe that eventually, given enough Tuesdays, we'd experience this exact effect again. Maybe we should be setting an alarm for 00:01 on Tuesdays so that we don't waste the entire first third of the day. Those were some of the things that I was thinking, none of which I yet had the power to articulate. My mind had been wholly and thoroughly corrupted by the events of the day, and it took a little while for it to get back to normal - or, at least, as normal as it could ever be.
"What do you need now?" asked my sweet and caring husband.
"I need you to find something huge and fuck me with it right now." I gasped.
