Days continued to pass for
the former Green Arrow and his mates, for a moment they wondered if it was…
Wednesday? Thursday? The concept of naming days seemed so irrelevant. They knew
MANY days had passed since every time morning came Thea, Laurel and Helena grew
larger and larger. Stopping to rest Thea leaned against a redwood tree, her ass
cheeks flossing either side of the trunk while her hands roamed over her
expanded figure. Her hips and rear had grown so wide and full that she felt
them bounce with every step, dark hair had spread from her scalp down her back
to the crevice of her ass. Her breasts had ballooned into pliant orbs as big as
her head, her once thumb sized nipples had become thick and puffy, surrounded
by wide areolas that had become dark and lumpy. Milk dribbled out of her teats
constantly, and a tuft of hair sprouted between her massive cleavage. Her biggest
change however was her belly, a solid sphere of tanned flesh it stuck out from
her middle so far around it forced her to waddle, making her curves ripple with
each step. So full around her fingers barely touched where her popped belly
button used to be, where hair grew down from below her breasts and up her
naval. She was big, she was huge, and even though some tiny spec of herself
felt disgusted by her larger self the rest of her revelled in her size. She
wanted to get bigger, to be enormous. Especially if it meant feeling was she
was now.
Letting her hands roam she
felt the occasional kick of her unborn inside her womb. Each jolt to her
insides made the giant cavewoman moan wantonly, tossing her wild hair like the
act was no different than sex. Looking to Helena and Laurel, Thea smiled to
find them in the same position. Helena sat on her cushioned ass, her hand deep
in her pussy while the other hoisted one of her massive tits towards her mouth.
Every time her round belly bumped she moaned out loud, letting her nipple pop
free from her mouth. Laurel leaned towards at tree of her own while Oliver
mounted her from behind, each thrust caused her breasts to wobble and drip milk
on the grass and dirt.
Thea felt so alive, so
primal. She wanted to get even bigger, to have muscles so solid and strong she
could knock over trees, to be so curvaceous that her tits and ass would never
stop shaking even after she stopped walking. She didn’t care if she and the
others were getting rounder… Or hairier. She could look like a sasquatch and
still feel sexual. And right now she felt like she was the sexiest female on…
A splash of fluid dripped
down between her legs, pooling at her spread feet. Surprised at first the jolts
of pleasure suddenly wracked into pained contractions. Gripping under her naval
Thea moaned and grunted, feeling a shape slowly pass down inside her with each
clench of her inner muscles.
Helena fell onto her back,
her orgasm exploding out with a flood before she groaned in strained effort,
spreading her legs wide to make room. Oliver was forced to separate from Laurel
when her pussy practically erupted, forcing her to her knees and moan when her
lower lips began to spread wide and crown. Minute after agonizing minute the
ladies groaned with effort, slowly pushing out what had been growing inside of
them over the past week or more. Oliver had to take a few steps back when
Laurel practically snarled at him, her face flushed and panting while she
pushed yet again. The form crowning at her pussy forced further out revealing a
small head. Eventually that head followed with a pair of shoulders, then arms.
Eventually the whole thing slid out of her with a pop and with one guttural moan
Laurel had given birth to a baby girl. Helena bucked her hips, moaning out like
a lioness when her own daughter finally popped free.
Growling and squatting her
hips, Thea felt the shape pass further down her birth canal, her need to push
becoming more urgent. Moaning, she pushed with all her might, her daughter
finally popping free of her stretched pussy and landing at her feet. Crying and
flailing on the ground Thea’s daughter wailed, still connected to her mother by
an umbilical cord that her mother pulled at and bit to sever. When her placenta
passed out of her the giantess grabbed it and shoved it into her mouth, eating
it like it was delicious before pulling her child up and bringing its crying
lips to her dripping nipple. Leaning back against the tree Thea moaned and
swooned, expressing more milk for her daughter to nurse from and looking over
to her lover and co-sisters. They now numbered seven. Seven giants that nearly
doubled the size of their tribe.
She never felt so at peace.