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Life was great now that the war was over.
Things have finally settled down under an amicable alliance, with the kingdom entering a new age of prosperity and peace. Ashe still wasn’t quite sure how it had been achieved given the tensions between the previous houses, and him being on the battlefield rather than the politics side didn’t help. Still, he was glad everyone had put their differences aside for everyone’s benefit.
Like pretty much everyone else after the war, he finally settled and focused on something else. That meant that he finally decided to open a humble bakery, resigning his position as knight and lord in favor of a quiet life with his wife. This allowed him to live every single day in tranquil freedom and honest work, something he extremely needed after the war.
And so, that was Ashe’s life now. No longer that of an archer for a particular house or relic, but that of an everyday man doing the best for his family. He wouldn’t change it for anything.
After a long day alone at the bakery, he grabbed some of the bread he had left over and placed them in a basket. It wasn’t a lot, which was a good sign for the shop's economy. He took the basket, covered it with some cloth and closed the store with a lock. Ashe proceeded to donate the bread to any kids in the area that wanted them and the orphan house. No need to hold onto them if they were going to go bad by the morning, he reasoned.
Of course, he saved some of the bread for his wife.
He arrived home before it got dark, with dusk tinting the sky in a blueish tint. The house wasn’t extravagant or too shabby, but a nice middle that allowed the couple to be happy and adjust when needed. It also prevented thieves from coming in, though the couple living there was more than capable of dealing with any petty thief (if there were any thanks to the new government reform).
“Honey! I’m home!” Ashe announced, closing the door behind him while also carrying the now almost empty basket. Sure, it was a bit corny for him to announce his arrival like that, but it was his way of showing affection and it also felt so… Ashe. He was earnest about it.
“Hey! How was your day?!” A feminine and caring voice came from the living room. Slow steps followed.
“It was good. Kinda miss you at the store, but I think it’ll be a while until you are able to come back. I’m able to hold the fort though, so don’t worry,” Ashe smiled as she took off his shoes and walked towards the living room.
“I’m sorry, dear. I really wish I could be there with you,” Mercedes came around the corner of the hall, showing off her figure and reason why she wasn’t currently working with her loving husband. She held onto the wall for a pinch of stability, not that it helped much, but it was the thought that counted.
To say Mercedes was different would be an understatement. Hell, to say she was “overly pregnant” would be the understatement of the century.
The woman had always been a bit large, her bodice having that motherly allure that was rare among other students. And now, she was even larger than that. Well, her growth was more… horizontal than vertical, let’s say. Her breasts were absolutely swollen and engorged, sloshing with milk from the slightest movement. The mounds entirely covered her torso and reached down to her calves, part of the reason why she was so sluggish. Despite this, they were perky, or as perky as they’d be at her size, standing firm in a teardrop shape and with gigantic nipples the size of fist that stood erect at all times (and leaked milk every so often).
Mercedes would’ve looked like more tit than woman if it wasn’t for her other outstanding asset: her massively pregnant belly.
The young woman had been blessed with sextuplets, which had dramatically affected her body. Still, she loved her figure, priding herself on her bloated curves. The stomach was just as large as her breasts, swollen and stretched thin but firm. Small bumps from little kicks and baby restlessness surfaced every so often, a testament to how heavily pregnant she was.
To support her massive frame, Mercedes’ legs had thickened (just as much of her body), her thighs almost as wide as logs, brushing with every step she took. This, in turn, made her ass almost as big and rotund as the rest of her curves, flaring out in cheeky glory. Small claps followed with every moment, and the back of her dress ondulated and wobbled along from the faintest motion.
“No need to worry, dear. I’m glad you are faring well with all of that,” Ashe hinted at her swollen, progeny filled belly as he approached to give her a kiss. He planted a loving kiss on Mercedes’ puffed up cheek and handed her some bread.
In a way, the bread Ashe had been baking was the culprit behind Mercedes’ shocking transformation. Well, only if you disregarded the pregnancy, but that doesn’t sound as dramatic. Still, the bread she was consuming was certainly feeding her massive curves and plump body, not only sending the necessary nutrients to her children, but also adding a nice and cute layer of fat around her body. It wasn’t a lot, since her tits and ass were absorbing most of it, but she still had a bit of a pudgier look than usual that added a more motherly look to her overall figure.
“Thank you, the kids have been craving it so much,” she lied, rubbing her stomach. She had been the one craving the bread mostly.
“Well, have at it~” Ashe offered the basket to his wife, a warm smile on his face. He loved seeing her happy.
Mercedes appreciated the gesture, but she was a bit more preoccupied in getting her daily dose of dough. “Thank you dear~” her tone was sultry and inviting.
She then proceeded to scarf down through several pastries at once, though in a rather dignified manner. Or maybe that’s how Ashe saw it. He would never see his wife in a negative light. Even now, she is the most beautiful she has ever looked in his eyes.
“How was work?” She asked, pausing eating to ask with great interest. Her eyes gleamed in that particular way that reminded Ashe of studying and baking together back in school.
“It was good. Had some large orders and a special cake baked today. I’m glad clients still pop up to buy something small to support the shop,” Ashe explained as he guided his love to the living room to let her rest a bit. He couldn’t imagine how agonizing it was to stand with her current weight, even if her legs were stronger.
Now that Ashe was next to Mercedes, the size gap was even more apparent and obvious. The young man was just half the size of his overly pregnant wife, not that he minded at all. Mercedes was slightly a head above him, a result of the unexpected growth, and double his width. Ashe loved this, as not only did it make Mercedes curvier and plumpier, but it also added a… thrill of knowing his girl was momentarily bigger than him.
“They like supporting us because they know we care and we give to others. It’s really not that surprising,” Mercedes replied, smiling warmly at her husband.
“Yeah, I know, but it's still surprising to me. I always heard the world of business was cruel and harsh, but we are doing fine.”
“That’s because we show people that we care and aren’t just after their money. Also, pretty sure being ‘war heroes’ helps a bit.”
Ashe laughed lightly. “Ha. I doubt these people know we were barely even in it. We weren’t quite in the frontlines like the others.”
“Are you kidding, you are a lord and heir to a respected person. Of course people would know that you were out there just from gossip alone,” Mercedes continued to eat her bread as she finished her argument.
“I suppose you are right. I often just forget all of that. Not out of self-deprecation but because I doubt people really care that much,” Ashe shrugged.
“People tend to remember those who do something for them, be it bringing peace after a war, or sharing a piece of bread to them,” Mercedes smiled at him, like a sun that would never stop shining.
“You really are beautiful, have I mentioned that?”
Mercedes perched a finger between her fingers in a pensive pose. “Once or twice, I believe,” her smile turned sinister, like that of a cat playing with its prey. “Though saying it is a bit… vain don’t you think? Maybe some action would help…”
“What can I offer you, milady?” He offered with a bow, right after Mercedes finished her sentence.
“A little foot massage would be amazing…” Mercedes blushed ever so slightly. She knew it wasn’t the most romantic or ‘dignified’ favor, but she really needed it.
“You got it!” Ashe didn’t even hesitate. He eagerly crouched down to prop up the feet of his pregnant wife on a table nearby.
He delicately lifted them up, setting them on the table’s surface while also checking he wasn’t stretching his wife too much. Once settled, he started rubbing her feet carefully, massaging her feet with the utmost care, pulling and pushing his hands in various motions to relieve the muscles within.
“Have I mentioned that you are the best?” Mercedes' voice sounded far more relaxed now.
“Only all the time,” Ashe flashed her a smile, not letting up on his careful massage.
He reached out for a cream on the couch, applied some of it on his hands and spread it all over Mercedes’ feet. The smell of the cream was powerful, probably some foreign mixture acquired through trading. It was a nice smell though, like that of lavender and mint together, making it definitely a good product the couple didn’t regret buying. The cream and the soft massage quickly had results, Mercedes’ muscles relaxing and calming from the strain. Hell, it was even causing her to hyperventilate from how good it felt.
“Gods, how did you get so… haaah… good at this…?” Mercedes asked, her voice in a strange mix of relaxation and hyperventilation from how good she felt.
“Been giving you foot rubs for a while now, think it’s only natural I got good at it sooner or later.”
“So glad it was sooner,” Mercedes laughed between heavy breaths.
“So glad you are enjoying it,” Ashe finished, wiping his hands on his clothes and closing the lid of the cream. He continued to look at his wife with a warm and loving expression.
But he could tell she wanted more.
“I assume those heavy breaths mean…” He tilted his head down to symbolize what he meant.
Mercedes simply nodded. She was a bit too embarrassed to say it. Not only because it meant that Ashe was doing even more stuff for her but because what she wanted was a bit more… indecent. It wasn’t an issue normally, but with the pregnancy and everything she felt it was a bit much how her body reacted. The good thing was that Ashe didn’t mind at all.
“I suppose your body craves some relief after all,” he smirked and shrugged.
“You got no idea,” Mercedes sighed, her body responding positively to the invitation.
Ashe started undoing his pants, unbuckling his belt and prepping for what was to come. Meanwhile, Mercedes watched on, almost if she was getting a striptease. Her heavy breaths hastened, the anticipation lighting up the embers of a fire burning inside her ever since she got pregnant.
“Your mouth is already watering,” Ashe laughed, not able to contain himself from the face his wife was making.
“It-It’s not my fault my body wants it so much!” She had to close her mouth with her hands and wipe off a trail of saliva that trailed down her chin. She just needed it so badly.
“Alright~ But you need to remove your shirt, remember?” Ashe held onto his undone pants, waiting for his wife to reciprocate.
“B-But it takes so long… and my arms can barely reach…” Mercedes pouted, sitting up and stretching her hands to undo her shirt. As she said, the task was far harder than normal given her extra mass.
“Hehehe, I love you,” Ashe beamed, finding her struggle a bit humorous. Not in a cruel way, but in the sense that he loved how adamant his wife was about all this.
“Sh-Shut up and help me!” Mercedes continued to pout, flailing her arms in a manner that signaled she had given up.
Ashe, once more, obeyed, not wanting to extend her frustration further. He still held onto his pants as he walked towards the pregnant woman. And then, with as much care as he had when he had rubbed her feet, proceeded to undo the buttons of her shirt.
Mercedes couldn’t hold it this time.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh~~!”
A powerful, desperate, lustful moan filled the entire house.
Her breasts had not only grown and filled up with milk, but also had become extremely sensitive, keeping her on a hair trigger. The fact that she wasn’t cumming the entire time was a sign of her impressive endurance and poker face. Nevertheless, the fact remained that her huge fat tits were extremely easy to tease and have her cumming.
Which was precisely what happened.
The couch was instantly wet from just the unbuttoning, fluids running down her dress and the couch like a faucet. And that was just from the first foreplay act of the day.
“Guess you were holding back for a while, huh?” Ashe cocked an eyebrow as he saw the flow of femjuice.
“You have no idea. Been saving it all for you~” Mercedes winked playfully.
“Have I mentioned that I love you?” Ashe continued to undo her shirt, far more careful. He didn’t want to cause discomfort to his wife after all.
“Several times, but most importantly when you did this,” the blonde woman rubbed her belly lovingly, a sign of their passion for one another.
“Yeah, I recall that. We also were doing this, only with far less… mass to go around.”
Mercedes chuckled. “I know you love it~”
“That I do!” Ashe nodded vigorously, just as he finished the last button.
Mercedes’ breasts heaved heavily on her chest. Her nipples were extremely engorged, reaching the size of thumbs almost. They were vividly twitching, milk beading at the tips. Her areolae were a dark pink, contrasting nicely with her skin in an inviting manner. Veins corded all over the milky mounds, adding a bit of texture and highlighting why Mercedes was so sensitive. With veins like that, and milk causing the breasts to slosh, it only made sense that she was a moaning mess from the slightest touch.
“They seem larger than yesterday…” Ashe cocked an eyebrow, inspecting the fat udders in front of him.
“They are…” Mercedes let out a whine. She sounded a bit embarrassed by this, but also weirdly proud about it.
“You never cease to amaze me,” Ashe pecked a kiss on Mercedes cheek.
“L-Let’s just keep going…” Mercedes blushed profusely, her desire reaching an all-time high.
“Don’t mind if I do!”
Ashe finally tossed his trousers away, his cock smacking against his thigh from the movement.
Not many would have guessed it from his physique or personality, but Ashe was incredibly endowed. He had a powerful footlong cock that thickened massively when he was aroused. At this time, the cock was wrist-thick and beading precum from its flared head. Thick veins pulsed throughout it, making it seem even more virile and powerful. Now, the entire thing throbbed eagerly, ready to get into some much-needed action. Ashe did too.
Mercedes, for her part, hyperventilated even more. She was thoroughly in love with it. This was what she wanted all day long. Her breathing paused briefly as she appreciated it, and then it went back to the heaviness of her desperate need. She didn’t even notice, but she shifted on her seat and propped her breasts forward, ready for the upcoming action.
None of them spoke about it, but they knew what they had to do. Ashe took a step forward, gripping his large cock. Mercedes teettered forward as well, not holding her breasts— not like they really needed support anyways.
And then the paizuri started.
Mercedes carefully parted her breasts right when the beast was near her, holding a delicious moan as she gripped her teats. Then, she enveloped the large behemoth with her milky mounds.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~”
An even more needy and desperate moan escaped Mercedes lips. Just the sheer sensation of the raging, throbbing beast between her mounds was enough to have her moaning like a bitch in heat. The heat from the shaft and the milky goodness inside her tits melted her, making her crave more despite them engaging in this pretty much everyday.
“Yessshhh…” Mercedes babbled, lifting her tits and massaging her husband’s cock. The soft, creamy flesh rubbing against the cock like soft (milky) pillows.
It was only natural for her to give back to Ashe in such a way. After all, he was always giving her massages and the like, so a titfuck was the perfect way to show gratitude.
Ashe grunted in response. He wasn’t voicing or moaning like his wife, but he was also enjoying every second of this. His mind was too focused on thrusting and riding the waves of pleasure than voicing any particular thought crashing through his mind.
But he knew he wanted to add a bit to the experience.
“Too… good…” He grunted as his hands extended towards his wife.
In a fluid motion, he reached out to the heaving, sloshing tits in front of him, pressing with all his might as if they were stress balls.
Splurtttt!
The loudness of the milk squirting out of her mammaries drowned out yet another lustful moan from Mercedes. Her entire body shook from the sheer pleasure running through her body. Electric chills filled her from just how good she felt, edging her further and further to the climax she longed for.
“They are indeed bigger. Our kids sure are lucky,” Ashe noted as he kept groping, pressing harder and rougher into the fleshy tits as if they were the dough he usually worked on. In a way, this was his de-stress mechanism: groping his wife’s heavy udders, though it never got to a level of actual stress. Still, he would be lying if he didn’t admit to loving how good it all felt.
Mercedes, for her part, loved how she was being milked. She wasn’t quite a masochist per se, but she had to admit a part of her enjoyed being treated like this. She orgasmed, more fluids wetting the couch as she moaned like a bitch in heat. Hell, she even wanted to moo a little, but she wasn’t quite into that. Yet.
Ashe continued to thrust and grope her, lust and instinct guiding his movements. He was nearly on automatic, pumping those tits like a piston and eliciting moans from his lovely wife. She wasn’t even adding much to the titfuck, her mind was way too fried from pleasure to guide her hands to do the motions, but Ashe’s movements were enough to make this all worth it. One of the perks of gigantic tits.
It didn’t take long for Ashe to feel her balls contract. He was on cloud nine after all, and Mercedes was cumming buckets already, so it was natural he’d react similarly. He slowed his thrusts ever so slightly, letting him enjoy the soft embrace of the breasts around him more. It was amazing, almost as if he was between two water pillows about to burst. Mercedes moans added a bit of a thrill to everything as well, letting him know she was also enjoying all of this.
With one final push, Ashe came, painting Mercedes tits white. Granted, no one would notice in that valley of cleavage, but it still enveloped a large area of those mounds.
“Sho much…” Mercedes couldn’t help but feel it was a bit of a waste. She wanted that cum inside her, though given her current state, it’d also be a waste. She also felt something beautiful from having both cum and milk smeared all over her teats. While perverted, she saw it as an union of love, of the love between a man and a woman. Then again, her mind was overwhelmed from constant pleasure, so maybe she wasn’t quite as coherent.
The blonde woman spread her breasts once more, letting Ashe remove his cock from the pillowy ‘prison.’ They both wanted to keep going and never let go, but there was no point in dwelling on it. They needed to continue with their day.
“That was quite a lot of milk, guess you didn’t milk yourself today, huh?” Ashe asked, looking at the milk on the floor. His tone was more curious than accusatory.
“I wanted you to do ittt…” Mercedes slurred, her brain still recovering from the bliss to let her speak properly.
“It is easier for me to do it, and it lets me appreciate your figure even more,” Ashe agreed, caressing the milked-up teat carefully, making Mercedes moan once again. “Alright, let me get a bucket,” he stood up and did just that, leaving Mercedes for a second as she recovered.
Then, in just a few seconds, Ashe returned with two buckets at his side. He clearly knew Mercedes’ input by now.
“Alright, are you ready?” He asked, letting his wife recover enough for what was about to be yet another orgasmic experience.
“As ready as I’ll ever be…” Mercedes smiled, still a bit high from the mind-bending climax rush she had just experienced.
“Alright, let me know if anything bothers you,” Ashe asked as he placed a chair in front of the couch. Sitting next to her wasn’t going to cut it, he had to be facing her for this.
With Ashe sitting in front of her, Mercedes leaned forward, angling her upper body so her teats were pointing towards the bucket on the floor. Her belly made this a bit hard to achieve, but it wasn’t much of an issue since her breasts were so ginormous and overflowing. They wobbled freely as she moved, and it made them seem even more like udders when seen on top of a bucket like this.
“I’ll start now, ok?” Ashe announced, giving his wife one last chance to mentally prepare herself for what was to come.
“Y-Yes…” Mercedes gasped for air one last time. She knew she’d be a moaning mess in just a few seconds.
Ashe nodded and firmly gripped Mercedes left breast. Mercedes did her thing right away, just as Ashe started to gently push and pull on the soft flesh.
Unlike when groping her, he was far more methodical when milking. He knew he had to be careful and meticulous for this process. Mostly because he didn’t want the milk to squirt out everywhere than anything else. The living room was already quite a mess after all.
In any case, the careful extraction yielded results right away.
A stream of milk poured out, landing straight in the bucket with a splash (though thankfully not quite enough to sully the living room). It was like a running faucet, not stopping at all and flowing continuously. Ashe managed to get half a liter from just the initial squeeze.
“M-Moooooo~” Mercedes couldn’t help but let out a lustful and needy cry. She didn’t care. She had to voice how she felt right now.
“Mooing, huh? That’s new. I kinda like it,” Ashe added commentary as he continued to milk the large teat, smiling at his wife to reassure her. He didn’t care if that was undignified or anything. As long as it was what Mercedes wanted, he’d be happy.
Despite all the lust fogging her mind, Mercedes felt a sense of relief and affection when she heard Ashe’s approval. She always knew he was the accepting and caring kind, but it still brought her some assurance knowing he was also into that to some degree. And so, she continued to moo and moan away as she continued to get milked.
“I think your production is ramping up significantly. The kids must be extremely greedy,” Ashe noted as he noticed how full the bucket was. It was already three-fourths full, and Mercedes left tit still had plenty of milk to go. He kept groping, switching to a slower pace to not spill anything.
The splurts continued, the flow of milk like a never ending fountain. Mercedes’ nipples continued to twitch vividly as she continued to expel the nectar out. Ashe even started to softly tease the one on the left breast as he groped, caressing it with his thumb ever so slightly.
Before long, he had to switch to the other bucket. He paused briefly, letting Mercedes recover her breath between pants and gasps, before placing the bucket and resuming the task.
“Ready again?”
“Yesshh…” Mercedes nodded ever so slightly, her mouth tired from all the moaning and gasping of the day. At this rate, she’d be hoarse tomorrow, not that she minded at all.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhmmmm~”
The loud moan marked the start of the milking process all over again.
After a couple minutes, Ashe finally finished milking the left breast, expunging all the milk he could. Regardless of this, the teat was still sloshing about, a testament to Mercedes’ impressive production. Nevertheless, he couldn’t get it all out simply like that, so he decided to focus on the other breast. Or at least, that’s what he wanted until he saw he had two buckets filled with milk.
“Hmmm, that’s going to be a problem. We only have two buckets and one breast filled both of them…” Ashe voiced his thoughts, almost as if doing so was going to solve this conundrum.
“Mmmmhehh…” Mercedes wasn’t able to speak her mind still. She was still recovering from having one hyper sensitive breast milked after all.
“Kinda wish there was some sort of… I don’t know, a way to keep them refrigerated or something. Maybe a freeze spell could do the trick?” Ashe pondered, his imagination going wild. Luckily, the problem wasn’t urgent.
“Ghhheehhh…” Mercedes groaned, her jaw trying to mimic words to speak, but still unable to.
Ashe shrugged. “We’ll just have to share the milk, just like we do with the bread!”
And so, Ashe picked up the buckets and hurried outside, ready to give out his wife’s precious milk to the neighbors. Sure, he would have loved to keep it, but two buckets was plenty for the couple alone, so the easiest and most logical solution was to give it to someone else.
After a while, Ashe returned with the two buckets now empty. His little errand was a success, and it did allow Mercedes to take a little break from the constant moaning and orgasming.
“D-Did they ask where the milk was from…?” Mercedes asked, a shy blush reddening her face.
“Not really, just told them we had a bit more than expected and they accepted it. Guess they needed it. Just told them to refine it a little. Don’t want them thinking we poisoned them or anything,” Ashe explained as he took a seat in front of his wife again.
“Y-You really think things through, huh?” Mercedes smiled between heavy breaths.
“Well, I couldn’t tell them it was excess breast milk from my pregnant wife, so I had to think about something credible,” he returned the smile. “In any case, ready to get back at it again?”
Mercedes bit her lip slightly as she nodded. She really wanted to relieve her teats, but she also wasn’t sure if she could stand another assault of orgasms like before. Not like it really mattered anyways, as she desperately needed to get milked anyways, so this “painful” step was going to come anyways.
Just like before, Ashe reached carefully, and then pressed with tender love and care. His fingers were instantly swallowed by the excess flesh, expunging milk like a loose hose. It didn’t take long for the buckets to fill up.
While a relatively crude activity, Ashe would be lying if he didn’t admit he loved milking his wife. He loved the tactile sensation, the groping, the softness and the sloshiness, all of it mingled with everything else to create a fascinating experience Ashe would miss after his children were born.
“Better?” Ashe asked, turning to his wife.
Mercedes was only able to smile and nod slowly. She was once again recuperating from the myriad of orgasms she had gone through. At the very least, she felt significantly lighter now— on her chest that is. But that was enough to hold on for tomorrow, where the cycle would repeat.
“Will have to find some use for your milk. I would love to drink it all but it may be too much for me. Maybe I can sell it at the shop…” Ashe theorized, sitting next to his wife as he voiced his thoughts.
Of course, Mercedes could only respond with nods and heavy breaths, not that any of them minded that much.
“Alright, I’ll go put the buckets on the living room, you relax for a bit ok,” Ashe winked as he stood up to tidy up everything. He lifted the two full pails and walked out of the living room, leaving Mercedes alone.
Alone with her pent-up desires and needs. A devilish smirk appeared on her face.
“Alright, what do you want to do next? Want me to take you to bed already and rest?” Ashe asked as he returned from the hallway, expecting to see his wife on the couch where she had left her.
She wasn’t there.
“Merce?” The man asked, confused.
He was soon pushed to the side by a force he couldn’t see— at first. He then felt the soft and fleshy force pushing him, and the sloshing sounds that followed every movement. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.
Soon, he was back to the wall against his wife’s powerful (and recently milked) breasts. She looked at him with a predatory smile, one that reflected playful lust. Clearly, she hadn’t been satisfied after everything.
“Do you like this baby… feeling our babies… my milk in your ears… I bet you wanna drown yourself in this… fufufu~” She laughed, her tone becoming motherly and sultry as she pressed Ashe against the wall with her huge belly and breasts.
Ashe, as expected, couldn’t answer. More so because he was being smothered by the woman’s curves than anything else. He could hear the brand new milk sloshing and floundering around; hell, he could feel the heartbeats of his children within. He also started to feel the pressure of his wife’s assets block his vision and breathing as they enveloped him entirely. He’d be a bit more worried if this wasn’t a somewhat common occurrence.
Mercedes had these bouts of lust that made her act… a bit out of character. They both found it hot, however, as it allowed them to engage in kinkier and unconventional sex, keeping things interesting. After all, titfucks and milking could only do so much.
In any case, Ashe knew his wife would let him go eventually, as she needed far more action to relieve her needs. So, in the meantime, he stretched his arm to reach for his wife’s ass. He needed to also grope her behind after all. Granted, he could barely reach the plump cheeks, but he still made an effort.
Ashe’s hands started to sink in Mercedes’ thick thighs, his fingers being completely absorbed in the plump thighmeat.
“You love this plumped up body, huh~? You can’t get enough of groping me. First my fat tits and now you want to reach my ass… It’s so cute~” Mercedes sultriness rose as she teased Ashe, feeling how his hands greedily groped her body. She wiggled ever so slightly, smothering him even more in a playful manner. She loved this. She needed this.
“Guess I’ll let you have what you want~”
And with that, Mercedes released Ashe and took a step back, giving her enough space to turn around. Then, she leaned forward, bending over and shoving her huge, dumptruck of an ass to the white-haired man.
“You want it, no~” Mercedes flexed her legs, causing her body to jiggle, which in turn caused her cheeks to wobble and jiggle in front of Ashe’s face.
Like any other man, Ashe jumped at the sight. His lustfully greedy hands reached out and started groping away, pulling and pressing the delicious flesh in front of him.
“Ooooh yessss~” Mercedes moaned, the sensation of being handled like that sending sparks through her entire body. Wanting more, she kept shaking her body, causing her fat cheeks to clap and twerk for her man.
Ashe couldn’t help but get hard again. It had been around half an hour since he last came, but he was ready to go once more. He released one of the asscheeks and hastily undid his pants once more, ready to give it a go.
His cock sprang out and smacked directly between Mercedes’ fat buttocks, a loud slap filling the room. Mercedes jumped and moaned so slightly in a teasing manner as a response. The penis was already bloated and hard, eager to be embraced by Mercedes’ hyper curves.
But instead of inserting it, Ashe decided to simply tease his wife with it. He lodged the shaft between the two asscheeks, hotdogging Mercedes’ behind with his huge cock. Once settled, he started to thrust back and forth, adding friction to make Mercedes squeal in sheer delight. His hands also started to slap and feel the fat wobblemeat in front of him.
“Gods, you really are horny today, huh?” He playfully asked.
“Yesss~ I just need itttt~” Mercedes answered, her sentence barely cohesive between all the moans and sultry voice.
“I understand why you got such large breasts, but this ass is literally only to tempt me,” Ashe laughed, planting another smack on Mercedes’ ass. He loved how they clapped together, how it made Mercedes moan in sheer delight, how it made the entire behind jiggle enticingly, causing him to grope it even more— a vicious and carnal cycle.
“I wish I could breed you again, but we’ll have to wait…” He lamented the fact that he wouldn’t be able to properly inseminate her again. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t have fun with her, though.
He had enough of hotdogging her. He took a step back and rammed his cock between the fat cheeks. He instantly inserted his bloated shaft into her asshole, causing Mercedes to howl in extreme pleasure.
“Yeeeeeesssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~”
It was likely that the neighbors heard that sound. Ashe instantly started thinking of an excuse, but not ignoring the present task, however. He continued to thrust his hips at a slow but forceful beat. He could feel her insides contracting against him, begging for more.
“Sorry, dear… but this… is what you wanted…” Ashe spoke between heavy puffs, pushing his cock and back and forth into his wife. He could feel his orgasm coming. He could tell this was the big one.
Ashe’s cock throbbed vividly inside Mercedes’ insides, preparing to explode in white glory.
“Yeeshh, yeshhh, yesshhhh!” the hyper-pregnant could tell as well. She could feel how desperate Ashe’s cock was. She welcomed it, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Cumming!” Ashe announced with a grunt, his cock erupting cum into Mercedes’ already hyper-bloated body. It was amazing, bliss and delight coursing through his body as he orgasmed away.
Mercedes’ belly inflated even more, filling up with cum alongside everything she had within her. Her stomach grew, looking even more massive than before. It was a miracle her legs were still holding on, as her stomach swelled nearly to the size of a person. It was so much, cum was falling to the floor, as Mercedes’ body wasn’t able to contain all of it within.
“Shoo fulllll!” Mercedes moaned, convulsing ever so slightly from how good her body felt. Orgasm after orgasm rippled through her body. She could even feel her legs tremble, not only because of her growth but because of how good she was feeling.
“You are amazing…” Ashe spoke between breaths, recovering from the orgasm. He held onto the wall, the emission and everything finally taking a toll on him.
“You are amazing,” Mercedes corrected, flashing a satisfied smile. “Think… that’ll be it… for me… t-today,” She was still recovering from all the action she had. At the very least, however, she finally seemed sated. Or at least until tomorrow.
Ashe helped her up and brushed some hair from her sweaty forehead. “Let me help you to the bed. Don’t want to think about your legs after all of this.”
“They… are indeed… a mess…” Mercedes’ sultry tone disappeared, turning into her more calm, homely voice.
“Then I’ll help you for sure. Gotta make sure the kids are ok after this.”
“Oh they’ll be… fine.”
“Better than fine, I imagine. You have a lot of nutrients within you right now. It’s a bit impressive,” The couple walked hand in hand, advancing through the house to their bedroom.
“Anything for them.”
“Indeed. Have I mentioned how much I love you?” Ashe asked as he finally set his wife on the bed, causing some small creaking noises.
“All the time,” Mercedes smiled reassuredly.
“Good,” he returned the smile. Lethargy coursing through his body. He needed to sleep after all that and wake up tomorrow early to bake. “Sleep well,” he said, already drifting to sleep from exhaustion.
“I’m sure I will,” Mercedes felt similarly, her mind exhausted from all the orgasms. She rubbed her belly playfully, hearing the sloshing from the cum swirling inside. “You guys sleep well too, alright?”
And with that, the couple ended their day, full of bliss.