The Cabin Ch. 02

The cascade of seed was enough to match a fire hose. The initial blast so powerful that Teresa felt it like a pleasurable blow to her gut, even as it forced her back, however Blair's nubs kept her cock locked in the womb, preventing her seed and Teresa from being released. The sudden expansion to her womb, forced the cum in Teresa's stomach to rise up her oesophagus, dousing the vines in Blair's cum, even as they began to bulge in their own release, replacing the lost seed with amber, the fluid far thicker than normal and quickly being absorbed into Teresa's system, the chemicals altering her body even faster than the pre-cum, though not she or Blair knew it at the time. Teresa's stomach rapidly deflated, replaced by her womb.

One would look at the goth and come the conclusion that she was ready to give birth to triplets. Blair's cum production so great, that every spurt was on par with the first, her vines constantly stimulating her prostates, even as they filled her bowels with the thick amber, forcing gallons upon gallons to inflate Teresa's uterus. The goth was insensate with bliss now, her very soul on cloud nine, even as she looked ready to drop octuplets, her womb forcing her body to rise from the ground, higher and higher until her feet left the floor, Blair mounting her back to keep the cum flowing. To both of their fortune, the basement was deep, giving plenty of room for Teresa to expand.

Eventually, Blair's climax came to its natural end, her body having expelled every gallon of cum. Even with her impossible rate of production, it would take hours to replenish what was lost, giving her time to gaze upon her work, as she hopped down, landing gracefully on her feet, despite her exhausted state. Blair looked up and noted that the ceiling was still a good foot above Teresa's head, while laid completely limp, though her body twitched in pleasure, the vines still inside her as they finished unloading the last of their own cum, the sensation causing Blair to quiver herself, but she managed to keep control. She walked around the massive goth, running her hand over the smooth expanse of skin that was Teresa's womb. It was a near perfect dome, despite being filled with a fluid.

Blair was almost in awe at the sight, but remembered that they were still on school grounds, during the day. She looked around, seeing Teresa's phone on the stairs, which she picked up to see she only had about ten minutes of time left before their lunch period ended. She realised she hadn't put any real thought into this, her plan only leading up to the point of sex, not after. She needed new clothes, her discarded shirt the only thing in any fit state to be worn, whereas Teresa had nothing, her skirt and shirt torn apart by her swollen belly. Just as she was about to consider making a break for it as soon as Teresa shrunk down, the cell phone rang. Blair answered it.

"Hello?" Asked a concerned, feminine voice on the other end, someone Blair assumed to be Teresa's mother.

"Hi." She answered, thinking on how to use this.

"Who is this?"

"Um, my name's Blair, I'm with Teresa right now and, um... this is embarrassing, but we're kind of in a pickle right now. Uh, some bullies stole ripped our clothes and we don't have any replacements." She explained, hoping the explanation would be enough. After all, given Teresa's look, Blair was fairly certain she had experienced her own fair share of bullying. To her relief, that seemed to be the case.

"That's going way too far, those sons of bitches," She cursed, taking a breath before continuing, "Thanks for letting me know, uh, Blair right? You said they tore your clothes as well?"

"Yeah, Teresa said its fine if I borrowed some of hers." She answered.

"Oh, okay. Thanks for being with her, she never was very good at dealing with bullies.

"No problem, um, could you bring the clothes to the basement? We're kind of holed up here right now... it's just on the other side of the building, you won't be able to miss it, the door's got a busted handle." Blair explained, knowing she wouldn't be able to get away walking around the school naked, not without pushing her plans forward to that very day, which wouldn't be very enjoyable, considering she would have to rush things in order to keep everything under control.

"Oh, no problem. Hold tight, I'll be there in a few minutes." With that Teresa's mother hung out and Blair breathed a sigh of relief.

"Was that my mum?" Teresa asked, her voice slightly hoarse after the earlier penetrations.

"Yeah, she's coming to drop off some clothes for us." Blair explained, only just noticing that her cock was flaccid again, her vines wrapped around it protectively once more.

"Won't she... you're going to fuck her aren't you?" Teresa asked, her eyes going wide in horror.

"No, well, not yet anyway," Blair said, thinking that if the goth girl's mother looked anything like her daughter, than it would be hard to resist such a woman, "Besides, I'm completely spent right now. I couldn't get an erection if I tried." She explained.

"But you're gonna fuck her eventually, aren't you?" Teresa asked, patting her obscene belly.

"Chances are I'm gonna fuck everyone, but I'm gonna have fun doing it. Can you imagine it? Every girl in this school, in the exact same position as you, all of them coated in my cum?" Blair said, knowing Teresa was seeing the images in her mind as she spoke, each one making the goth's mouth water in lust.

"Oh my god..." She moaned.

"You'll help me right?" Blair asked, walking over to Teresa and putting a gentle hand on the truly massive stomach. The tone of her voice made it sound like she actually needed Teresa, but the goth knew Blair was more than capable of doing it all herself, however, she knew helping meant more pleasure.

"Oh, fuck yes." She said, her voice husky and filled with desire for what the days would bring. As if on cue, Blair heard some people outside, talking about where Teresa was. The week was young, she thought with a wide, lustful grin as she planted a loving kiss on Teresa's belly, knowing her sperm were forcing her body to ovulate, her eggs already mature and eager to be fertilised by the legions of Blair's seed. Every woman had a set number of eggs in their lifetimes, and Blair was almost certain she had just forcibly inseminated all of Teresa's. However, if her amber did cause people to transform, then it was entirely possible Teresa would actually make new eggs. The thought had Blair's grin widen, showing her perfect teeth.