X Centaurus Ch. 050

The wails of girls in distress filled the air as the tubes reversed and began sucking cum from their pussies, drawing it through the tubes, and then blasting it back out the nozzle and through the new portal.

Lucy did her best to ignore the cries and begging to be allowed to keep the cum, and her own pussy clenching down on the rubber cock sucking on her insides. She waddled over to the first of those trapped under their own bellies, helping to roll them off their heads where they came up gasping for air.

The draining was slower than the filling but eventually each girl was the same size as they had been.

Rebecca gave Lucy a weepy eyed look. "Th- that's not fair! Why does everyone keep draining me of my Fey's cum!"

Lucy brushed mussed hair away from her face, "Sorry Rebecca but we just aren't prepared for this, we'd need to drag out all the levitating fabric from storage first, and we'd need one of the other bigger halls."

Rebecca scowled, but suddenly clambered to her feet and rushed over to Fey's cock which was leaning against the coffee table. She lifted it, slamming it on top then jumped on the coffee table herself, having to stand up on tiptoes to align her reddened swollen pussy over top, the little extra length making it all the harder. She had to jump to reach over the last little bit, and then she was sliding down Fey's length with a relieved sigh, her breasts parting around her tented out belly which rose above her head as her rear came down on the coffee tables surface, her pregnancy sloshing around the base of the cylinder rising from her midriff like a giant knot.

"Oh my god she's so much girthier after the nozzle, soooo much fucking better than rubber, the real thing is uhnnfffffffhnnng!"

"Hey! That was my dibsies!" cried Sarah.

Rebecca stuck a small cute tongue out at the plump bunnykin girl, hugging her cock bulge protectively.

"Mine."

Sarah scowled and stalked forward, grabbing hold of the dogkin's belly bulge and angling it down, turning and placing her leaky gape over its tip.

In moments she was pushing back, spearing herself on the cock as her belly came to rest on top of Rebecca's pregnancy, squishing it down like a pillow around her ass cheeks..

Her own pregnancy was tented out by horse cock, which Octavia wasted no time leaping atop of, roughly thrusting her gape down on the extra thick shape, her ass cheeks smacking home on top Sarah's pregnancy.

"G-gods, with both of you sleeved on her she's even girthier!" groaned Octavia, mouse tail thrashing.

"F-fuck stop squeezing down with your pussy Octavia! You're pressing all my sensitive bits against her!" cried out Sarah.

"You're both doing that to me,'' wailed Rebecca at the bottom.

The stack of girls wiggled and ground against each other, trying to squash down each other's belly to fit more cock into their pussies.

"Goddamit Rebecca, what makes your belly so fat!" groused Sarah, writhing her hips, trying to cram a few more inches inside her stretched cunt.

Rebecca gasped, "That's my eggs, how dare you! You're actually overweight!"

"I'm just, naturally curvy," groaned Sarah as Octavia's pussy rippled causing her pussy to flutter which in turned squeezed Rebecca's pussy harshly over the veins and bumps of the cock.

"Maybe if you didn't eat so much cake from the club's cafeteria you wouldn't need to lie about that!"

It was Sarah's turn to look outraged. "I only eat sa-salad! Right, you know what, that's it."

The floppy eared bunnykin slapped her hands down on either side of Octavia's belly and surged her Class's magic. A lot.

The three girls immediately howled as literally everything became vibration, from their bodies, to the eggs they held, to Fey's cock at the bottom. Breasts and belly and soft thick thighs were sent rippling like jelly as they thrashed.

Sklluuuurrrrrrrshhh!

Three powerful jets of squirt exploded from beneath their bellies, creating waterfalls of pussy juice that rained down on the carpet below.

"Oh gawdddd, the vibrations!" groaned Octavia, her voice vibrating with her body, jaw bobbing up and down.

The vibration was having its effect on their breasts too, nipples pressing against each other's backs, the simulation of both causing sprinkles of milk to spray over each other, nipples hardening with arousal.

"HNYYAnnnNNNNNgh!!" cried Octavia, mouse ears flopping as she shook her head in distress.

"AIIIEEEEE!" screamed Rebecca helplessly as the two girls on top applied pressure on her with their powerful internal muscles, clamping her own walls down on the vibrating cock and driving her that much more crazy, fingers clawing at Sarah's asscheeks as her insides became a hurricane of unimaginable pleasure.

The effect of three girls literally vibrating as they bounced on top Fey's cock rapidly brought the centaur to a peak and the three vibrating squirting girls cried out as piping hot fresh cum roared up into Rebecca's womb, intantly cumflating it inside of Sarah and Octavia's own wombs.

The three girls cried out together as their bellies bloated into each other's pussies, Octavia's belly becoming a ball of cum that quickly spilled down onto her legs, spilling down so quickly that Sarah lost her balance and fell forward.

The three went down screaming and flailing, legs intertwining and writhing as they excitedly squirted over each other, fingers clawing at each other's bodies leaving long red marks, their bellies stretching as Rebecca's womb grew fat with cum, a huge triple layered soft orb reaching eight foot across in front of Octavia.

They creamed and screamed and squirted and squirted until with one final roping ejaculation

Octavia's belly reached ten feet across, dragging her partly up from the floor, Sarah and Rebecca hanging from her pussy behind her.

The three girls groaned as they reached their final size, slumped over and spooning each other, fingers intertwined, complete, three girls as one, three girls sharing one cumload, one belly.

Of the three only Sarah managed to remain conscious. She lifted her head and looked over the two passed out girls she was sandwiched between, sighed and lowered her head back down for a quick nap of her own.

Lucy thoughtfully played with her clit as she watched them finish, really it was awesome to have access to Fey's dick, but once again she found herself thinking of being with Fey, trapped below as the massive sweating beast heaved forward, thrusting feet of dick into her bawling pussy.

The thought made her pussy quiver around the dildo still inside of her.

But it wasn't the same and never would be.

She still wanted to be with Fey, to be alongside her, to ride atop her. It was what she dreamed about.

She let out a faint sigh of dissatisfaction as the others began to move. Whatever the situation, there was still a lot of work to be done preparing for public access to Fey's cock, a proper room designed around the bellies that would come off it and not right next to all their top secret planning documents.

Surprisingly it didn't take that long to set up something makeshift in another part of the enormous building. By the time it was getting late a few hardcore newsletter fans with close connections to the club had started to gather near the club's HeadQuarters, and then a crowd, and then when Heather laid down the law they formed a long queue which stretched around the block like some kind of late night nightclub, girls dressed in their most revealing and sexual outfits, eager to present their best for the expensive access to Fey's actual cock.

By morning Kayla had removed the portal, and the Fey Hunting Club was a little more wealthy.

As they celebrated and made merry Lucy slipped out the back door and made her way to the club's stables. She picked out the biggest and fastest horse and climbed up on its back, grinding her hips onto the saddle and getting comfy.

Then she rode out, leaving behind the club, and then the city itself, trotting across the vast plains and toward the forest.

Sampling Fey had only confirmed what she had been considering for a while. She needed to be with her, she needed to be with Fey for real, because Fey was her horsey.

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Celia paced along the street slowly, her footsteps measured and solemn with little energy.

The elf wore a black blouse and black skirt, of course her pregnancy parted her blouse but even that had its own thin skin tight stretchy fabric covering it, also black.

She was an unhappy elf. First had been her experience in the public baths where she had taken her boyfriend for some exciting secret public sex (which hadn't been very exciting). Then, unexpectedly, she had been ridden by an invisible centaur cock which had driven her to ecstasy, and had left her filled with cum to an incredible degree and set drifting across the pool.

It had been the best sex of her life bar none, nothing had come even remotely close, and she had wallowed in it, taking nearly a full day before the pool attendants managed to net her and empty her and drag her out kicking and screaming.

Still, the experience had lifted her mood and she had returned to the family estate happily humming and skipping.

Which was where she was informed of her mother's death.

The drop from sky high bliss to soul crushing grief had been bad, one of the worst moments of her life, and she hadn't left her room for days, weeping into her pillows.

At last coaxed out by her family she had come to her mother's grave, or as close as she could get.

Her footsteps slowed as she reached the end of the street, a literal end as a wall of cream scales had blocked it, obliterating the buildings around it.

She craned her neck up trying to see the vastness that was Lady Alexandria, but in the early morning fog the top of her belly was lost, impossible to see so far. It gave the impression of an immense scaled wall extending forever in every direction, up, left, and right.

She let out a small sigh.

Her mother lay somewhere beneath Lady Alexandria's enormity. From what she had been told she had been killed by a smuggled in monster, a slime monster supposedly.

A cruel end to her mother's life, a truly incredible elf.

"If you need some time alone, my Lady?" came a voice a little behind her.

She glanced over the shoulder to see the family butler, a severe looking man wearing an extremely well fitted butler suit, his moustache trimmed to millimetre accuracy.

"...No, it's fine, I... won't be long."

She glanced down at the bouquet of flowers held in both hands, a sad remembrance for...

She shook her head, she had had her time to grieve, now it was her turn to overcome, just as mother did.

She bent down, placing the flowers against Alexandria's belly. Soon they too would be crushed flat under her growing pregnancy, a fitting end perhaps.

She was about to turn away when something caught her attention.

There was a glowing dot next to the flowers, an orange glowing dot.

Frowning she leaned down to examine it and realised it was like a spark, a splinter of stone glowing due to incredible heat.

Then the cobble stone it was perched on ignited.

She lurched back in surprise, the butler stepping in front of her protectively as the ground beneath the flowers melted, glowing orange with magma in a widening circle.

The bouquet of flowers burned brightly and became ash that sank into the lava just as the lava began to bulge upwards, rising from the ground in a pillar of orange magma that poured heat, warming Celia's skin.

Celia boggled as the pillar took form, becoming person shaped, details appearing from the lava, fingers forming from a blob. In moments the lava had become a lava person, and was rapidly cooling, smoke billowing away as it extinguished, forming a black cracked stone, a statue.

Of course a statue made of such rough material could hardly hold together and great fragments of black began to slough off.

'No', thought Celia looking closer, not fragments, a paper thin layer of stone.

Her eyes went round as pale skin appeared from beneath the stone and then long blonde hair.

In moments Lady Ariawyn was stepping confidently free from her magma prison, stark naked, and came to a stop in front of her daughter, hands on hips.

"Took you long enough."

"HOW!? H-how!" said the very shell shocked Celia.

Ariawyn sniffed. "I suppose I never did tell you of my adventuring days. Having a Class has its advantages, great advantages if you are highly levelled, mine includes certain survivability aspects. I would have arisen sooner but it turns out it's quite hard to navigate underground with a giant belly on top. It wasn't until I heard your voice that my magma form knew the way out."

Celia gaped at her.

"What are you wearing, daughter of mine?" said Lady Ariawyn looking her over, and then brow raising as she finally noticed her pregnancy. "Oh, my daughter, you appear to have surpassed me."

"I- I have?" mumbled a completely lost Celia.

"Yes, you carry the centaur's offspring, no other could have caused a pregnancy so quickly. Fascinating. Perhaps it is time that I truly induct you into the Size Queen Tea Club."

"My Lady", said the butler, bowing to Lady Ariawyn, "The forbidden Class book I have prepared lays ready for Lady Celia's acceptance," he paused, a small polite smile on his face, "With that and the theorised speed of levelling the centaur's seed produces? She will soon become your most powerful weapon."