Chapter 2: New Woman

The next few days went by in a blur, the days blending together. Each day was quiet and full of lounging around.

Mia and the other Brood Mothers were encouraged to overindulge themselves and be lazy as possible. She would lounge in her private room on the plush couch that had been provided and continually eat. Even when she felt full, she would keep going just to cure her boredom. She would watch television and eat more than her fill.

On the fifth day she decided to mingle and see what the others were doing to pass their time. She happened to walk into the lounge room where several women watched a movie together. It seemed to be some old twenty-first century horror movie. The film was one she’d seen on many occasions but never thought it was particularly scary.

She never considered jump scares as horror.

It was cheap and gimmicky as a hover car salesman.

There were a few women she didn’t recognize. Two big bellied women sat side by side rubbing each other’s soccer-ball sized swells.

Mia sat in the empty space and curled up under a blanket, a bag of chips in her lap ready to eat. She found she liked these particular ones that the twenty-four-seven cafeteria provided — Sour Cream and Onion flavor. Thank goodness it wasn’t one of those healthy things.

They always tasted like cardboard.

Sitting in a communal area made her realize how much plumper her and the new Brood Mothers were since their arrival. A nice layer of fat had been added to their bodies no thanks to all of the snacking and constant eating. It was encouraged by the nutritionists that would occasionally stop by.

These nutritionists would give them hormonal pills that would ensure fertility and vitamins for their health. All of it endured the health of both mother and brood. They also experienced increased hunger as a side-effect, Mia’s own appetite increasing tremendously in only a few days.

Lounging in the communal room became a routine of Mia’s over the next few months. In that time, her body grew heavier, wider—her belly slowly growing ahead of her expanding waistline.

Mia would check her body every morning, seeing the new changes to her body. The increased food intake dramatically ballooned her ass and thighs. They were becoming thick and plush with smooth flesh, her inner thighs riddled with stretch-marks. Her breasts grew bigger, taking on the size of meaty, heavy triple D’s. Simultaneously, her nipples also underwent a change, her areolas expanding while her nipples themselves grew thicker and longer. In two month’s time they took on the appearance of teats.

In four month’s time she gained weight, her body growing from a measly one-hundred and twenty-five pounds to a corpulent two-hundred and ten pounds. If it weren’t for her belly having rapidly grown into the size of a soccer ball then she would’ve had a cute potbelly.

She and her fellow new Brood Mothers were weighed and measured daily, their vitals taken to check the health of their growing litters. Out of her group, Mia was carrying the most. Unlike the others, with the small numbers of seven or eight for their first times, she had shown to be especially fertile with twelve tightly clustered in her expanding womb.

Carrying so many fetuses gave her a large appetite that had done beautiful work to her body. She was a changed woman, her mind slowly descending into the propaganda the doctors constantly fed the new Brood Mothers.

Mia now looked upon her body as a beautiful vessel meant for what nature intended; producing babies to prevent humanity from dying out. She, as a woman, was meant to watch her belly swell to enormous proportions, growing round and heavy with children; her breasts not just sexually appealing but also meant for the purpose of feeding her gestating brood. The simple act of walking allowed her body to shake and jiggle, her back curved to thrust her burgeoning belly out for all to see.

It was the jealousy of her fellow Brood Mothers that spurned her to consume massive proportions in front of them while rubbing the swelling expanse of her belly. Her transformation into a Brood Mother was magnificent, the change her doctors praised and approved of. She would be the most promising breeder.

Their data showed that she would only produce even more children for her second breeding cycle. It had been decided that she would be moved to a different part of the facility where their most successful Brood Mothers lived, once she birthed her first litter. There her belly could swell to larger proportions, their technology able to support and ensure her health as well as that of the fetuses. Simply put, Mia would be regarded as an icon, someone other Brood Mothers should aspire to, though their own fertility would never naturally be like Mia’s.

It was the seventh month marker when Mia struggled to heft her heavy belly by her own strength to leave the bed. Her plush, fat body made it difficult.

Mia slowly scooted her body to the edge, her massive beach-ball belly a heavy weight upon her thighs and bed. She couldn’t see over the top of her shiny dome because it was so large. Her meaty E-cup breasts hung heavily to the sides, swaying about as she inched her way to the side. With one hand rubbing her enormous swell, she stopped to rest, gulping large lungfuls of air. Sweat dripped off of her body. Red warmed her once tan skin as she worked to catch her breath. Performing such a simple routine as getting out of bed was now a laborious task.

When she finally did manage to reach the edge, her body was sweaty and hot, her belly itching. As she sat there, catching her breath again, she could see her belly expanding before her eyes. The weekly injections accelerated their growth, sometimes happening in spurts.

“Yes, babies! Grow for your mother!” Mia groaned, arching her back some more and spreading her fat, meaty thighs to give her brood room to grow.

It was over in minutes, her belly even heavier as she worked to stand. She slowly rose, her knees shaking as she worked to lean back, hefting her enormous swell. With both arms supporting Mia’s hefty womb, she finally thrust it forward enough where she could stand. The shiny round dome completely obscured her feet as she waddled out of the white bland room and into the restroom.

After the tough experience relieving herself and awkwardly angling herself to wash her hands, she hobbled out of her quarters. Her belly growled in hunger as she plodded her way to the cafeteria where she devoured fifteen breakfast omelettes, an entire bucket of scrambled eggs, eight buttered toasts, and three bushels of bananas. A gallon of orange juice helped to wash it all down.

Seated around her, watching with lust in their eyes, were her fellow Brood Mothers. Their bodies couldn’t compare to Mia’s, no matter how hard they tried.

Mia was the epitome of what a Brood Mother should be.

A while later she made her way to the milking room. There she was made to kneel on all fours, her belly pressed into the straw beneath her naked sweaty body, while a worker hooked her up to the milking machine. While it began to tug at her nipples, that same worker bathed her. When she was clean she heard the tell-tale zipper of their fly going down and immediately followed up with a thick cock burying itself in her gushing fat quim.

Technically, the workers weren’t allowed to fuck the Brood Mothers, but sometimes they were given the green light to help relieve the pent-up sexual need that pregnancy brought on. Mia particularly enjoyed this worker’s dick. They never spoke a word to her but their cock did all the talking.

She moaned as their fat cock plowed her needy pussy, her juices squelching noisily. Their hips met her juicy, meaty ass, their skin slapping against her in tune with their thrusts. This only made her cry out more. That cock drove deep inside from this angle, filling her completely from tip to base. Even their balls, smaller than one of the male breeders, clapped repeatedly against her cheeks, the sound adding to the already primal noises coming from their mating.

Her belly rubbed roughly through the straw, her milk production increased thanks to the rough fucking she was enjoying.

Love for her children swelled within her chest when she finally reached her climax, screaming her passion for all to hear.

The worker kept going, grunting as their climax finally hit. Their seed filled her and dripped out of her fat cunt. They pulled free from her pussy with an audible pop and stroked her fatty backside.

“Good girl.” They praised, “Keep growing those babies for humanity.” After slapping her fat jiggly ass, they left her to be milked in peace.

As skinny former Mia, she never would’ve had it this good. She would’ve had to work to find a person who could satisfy her every need while she wanted for nothing. Here, serving her life as a Brood Mother, she was worth something. Being a Brood Mother unlocked parts of herself she had kept locked and hidden away, allowed herself to flourish and leave the constraints of conventional society behind.

Life was good.

Mia could feel her twelve babies become more active in her swollen womb, kicking and moving around, their movement pushing out her skin with little bumps. To anyone else it would be grotesque, but it was beautiful to her. Her brood was healthy and safe in her stretching womb. She was a mother to many.

She was a Brood Mother.