Previously on Centaurus: Fey and Ellaria have a moment of closeness alone in the forest. Later, on when returning to their camp, Fey nearly has a heart attack seeing the sheer number of her offspring running about the forest. Then, when they reach the others, Kayla is at last given a summoning stone and is finally able to make use of her class. The smol otterkin's dreams come true and she summons an... octopus girl.
Now, chapter 50:
Lucy wandered through the streets of Bine in a ponderous mood.
It had been nearly a week since Fey had left the city, riding off into the distance atop a gnome, and in that time the city had changed quite a lot.
She paused in her pondering, finding herself feeling a little weary, and she stopped at an open air cafe to grab a coffee and sit down while she gathered her thoughts.
As she found a seat she noticed a family, a husband and wife with their two teenage daughters. That was normal, what was less normal was the wife's pregnant belly which literally touched and pressed across the ground where she sat, her legs spread incredibly wide to accommodate her monstrous pregnancy.
Strangely, the husband and daughters didn't seem to mind, in fact they seemed quite accepting of the hyper fecund mother.
It was just a truth that if this was an isolated incident there might have been uproar... but it wasn't. Lucy glanced around the cafe to see similarly heavily pregnant girls, bellies gravid with eggs, their breasts the size of beach balls and leaky with milk.
Some managed their pregnancy better than others. The well connected had been able to get their hands on levitating bras, or floating fabric to help support their growth, others had constructed wheelbarrows with suspension, others still had the help of large families and relatives to help pull carts that contained them.
Not all were so pregnant yet of course, it seemed that the speed of pregnancy varied between species, and even amongst people as some appeared only like a normal pregnancy might, that is if it were near its end, and were quintuplets.
One of those was the waitress, her blouse unbuttoned to allow her expansive belly to hang free, her serving tray balanced atop. Lucy gave her a grateful look as the steaming mug was placed before her, her own lap filling pregnancy causing her to have to lean in quite a ways to reach it.
Yes the city had adapted well to the Fey Event, rapidly getting used to so many members of the female public now sporting such huge Fey induced bodies.
But perhaps that was very predictable, when the most powerful person in the city, feared, respected, admired, and looked up to was also very very preggers it was hard to make a fuss for fear of somehow indirectly insulting her. In fact it was almost an accolade to have a member of the family whose body imitated that powerful person, something to be desired and to brag about such was the love that the people had of the powerful person. That powerful person being...
Lady Alexandria.
Lucy tilted her head up as she sipped, the vast dome of Alexandria's belly just visible over the rooftops.
She had grown significantly since Magic Mog had left, made prisoner of her own unimaginably heavy body. In fact she had put on so much size that there were real serious questions being asked about just when it would stop.
Already the outer walls of Rina's estate had been crushed flat, the entire estate now covered in belly, and now the surrounding rows of buildings were slowly being pushed down as she grew larger still.
Would her final size cover the entire city? Something the rumour mill worried and gnawed at, the problem was, who would have the courage to go tell freaking Lady Alexandria that she was getting too big and needed to leave the city?
No one who valued their life that's what.
She breathed in the delicious scent of freshly brewed coffee made from rubiaceae beans of the finest provenance. The cafe had a discount for the pregnant she was happy to take advantage of.
Yes the city sure was changing.
She watched as the waitress leaned over a table to grab up plates, her hyper short skirt riding up over her rear to reveal her massive Fey made gape, the cavernous insides of her pussy visible to all.
Lucy raised an eyebrow as she found herself looking at a small silk banner, a small banner that had been strung across the woman's gape, chained to her labia with piercings. On the silk banner it read 'You must be Fey size to ride'.
Gape decorations like that that along with hyper short skirts had become a common sight in the city, even those Fey hadn't fucked had taken to wearing such things, often the panties over their pussies would say 'Reserved for Fey'.
Beside her the mother was rising, her vast belly rolling across the ground as she lifted herself from her seat. Lucy was given a front row view of the black rubber that became visible just below her ass cheeks as she rose. A huge thigh thick dildo that appeared inch by inch from her pussy, labia dragged out thinly behind and gushing wet down the length to pool on the chair as foot after foot of cock was pulled free from her wetly queefing cunny.
She reached standing, and then needed to stand on tiptoes to fully get off it, lying over her pregnancy as the tip of the dildo finally schlop-popped free with airy wet sound and a gush of her juices, leaving her cavernous gape quivering and steaming, hanging open for all to see, the plump donut of her cervix at the back.
Her husband bit his lip and stared at the gape, his trousers tented. He tried to turn away his daughters from the sight but they were having none of it, staring at their mother's gape with what was clear envy and great jealousy, the edges of their own far smaller Fey dildos just visible beneath the edge of their micro skirts, their fingers clutching at the hem as their hips wriggled.
In a few moments the mother managed to rearrange her own skirt. Tugging it down to cover about half her ass cheeks but doing little to cover her pussy, the edge of which was quite visible below, beads of herself forming and dripping from her labia.
Readied, the husband helped push and shove her belly onto a wheeled platform along with the two daughters and once comfortable they set off.
Despite this scene the rest of the cafe's customers barely reacted, watching with mild interest as the woman stood and the dildo was freed, but otherwise doing nothing, aside from a number who had started subtly bouncing. Lucy caught snatched glances between their thighs, pantiless below their micro skirts, their clits riding up and down as they pumped themselves on rubber Fey cock.
A completely normal sight for the cafe as the cafe was of course a Fey themed cafe. Every other seat had a dildo strapped to it, from small to life size, all available to rent for the duration of a coffee break, each magically cleaned once the latest satisfied customer departed.
The larger life size dildos were taken by those Fey had fucked, their bellies tenting up between their breasts as they nursed their drinks, the smaller dildos taken by those who had yet to experience Fey, newsletter fans, which there were rather a lot of.
The seats themselves were enchanted and the dildos moved up and down slightly in a rhythmic fashion, lightly moving the dildos in and out as the girls happily chatted, occasionally paused to groan as they came, a gush of their juices washing from under their rears to drizzle down onto the puddled floor below, puddles contributed to by dozens of girls.
The fashion of these dildo cafes had exploded in popularity overnight, led by some of the city's more renowned nobility and celebrities, uncaring what others thought of them they had caused a tide shift in what was acceptable and fashionable as others hurried to follow in their groundbreaking footsteps.
None more so than this cafe chain, the one Lucy sat in, a cafe chain called 'Rina and Fey's' A very very very popular cafe chain.
The Lamia merchant, ever the savvy business snake, had leapt on to the opportunities provided by the changing city. Last Lucy had heard she was rapidly rebuilding her wealth lost underneath Lady Alexandria, as quickly as she grew more fecund, her belly filling an entire street.
If she were honest though, to Lucy's mind it all seemed like an inferior tier below the real deal, the real Fey. Her frequent wet dreams of Fey heaving and thrusting above her could attest to that. The number of times she had woken up to find her legs and sheets soaked! Admittedly that probably had a lot to do with sleeping with a life size dildo inside of her, but still!
She wanted to be with Fey for real, not just an invisible cock, or a fake dildo, no, she wanted all of Fey. She wanted to have the centaur between her thighs just as one of her horses, she wanted to ride Fey, both below and above her barrel.
And really she wanted to try out her new Skills on the centaur. She hadn't been idle, and had been working hard to level up. Just the thought of what she could do to the centaur now HNFFF! B-bigger, B-better, more! MOAR!
Lucy bit her lip and adjusted her hips, getting her own personally owned Fey dildo inside her pussy a little more comfortable as she sipped the last of her coffee, draining it to the dregs with a sigh and perking up. Really, she had needed that because she had an inkling things might go late tonight.
Getting to her feet and leaving a tip she made her way down the street, her large breasts and belly swaying side to side with each step, her skirt which wasn't quite a micro skirt, flipping up her ass with each step, the base of the massive blue rubber cock that plugged her pussy visible just below her cheeks.
She had picked the dildo model on a whim, a shorter but girthier version of Fey's cock covered in extra nobbles up and down its length. She could appreciate that as her steps moved her insides over its surface sending a continual background tingle of pleasure through her body.
That said she did rather fancy an upgrade, the Fey dildo models coming out were getting more and more interesting as time went by. Sarah had even mastered the art of making a model of dildo that permanently vibrated. Now that was dangerous for a girl, she could easily become addicted to such a thing, well, double addicted.
With dildos on her mind her gaze passed over a stall selling dildos, an array of them laid out. It was pretty obvious to Lucy's eyes that they were knock offs however, their build quality infereror, their design crude and cubic, as though sculpted by a novice. The fact was that very few had the ability to sculpt like Vivi had, and even if they did, Fey was no longer around for them to use as reference. That in effect had made the Fey Hunting Club's dildo subsidiary, called Good Centaur Dildos, a powerful company in the city of Bine, ther products in demand and forever being bought up by scalpers to be sold on the black market.
She snorted as she noticed the sign above the stall which read: 'Super Centor Dilds', clearly they needed to work on their branding too. Lucy wouldn't stoop to buying from them, not unless she got really desperate.
She passed on further into the market and a larger section, nearly a quarter of a street dedicated to what seemed to be one company's offerings. Ah she'd heard of this place. A white furred and extremely preggers minotaur stood at the edge bellowing across the crowd.
"Get your pussy bedazzlement here! Tattoos, gems, and silks are all available now!"
The minotaur stood at the edge because she was too large to be able to fit inside the store, her pregnancy rising above her head and creating a blockage in the street that traffic was forced to flow around.
Lucy's eyes shifted from her to the store front. Seats were set up in rows, seats with leg lifters and spreaders like a gynaecologist's.
In these rows of chairs were pregnant women being worked on, at least that is if they weren't too pregnant to fit.
Technicians worked to glue gemstones around their gapes, or general glitter, others added small gem piercings to clits, still others stretched silk banners across their open gapes with little baubles and silk banners which usually said something along 'Must touch sides to enter' and others mentioning Fey by name.
Lastly were the tattooists, who seemed to be making solely womb tattoos, ink that was placed on the stomach above the mons over the womb. The designs had a distinctly horsey theme with depictions of horse dicks crossed over each other.
The funny thing was many of the girls weren't pregnant at all, they were just huge fans of the newsletter or were following the flow of current fashion.
Yep, the city had gone Fey mad.
But no, she couldn't stay to watch or consider getting her own pussy bedazzlement, she did actually have somewhere else needed to be, and so she hurried onward, semi waddling as the inertia of her belly and breasts dragged her side to side.
