Note: This story is based on the Body-Shifters series, started by J. Swafford and continued by others. It takes place well after all the other stories in the series, and I wrote it mostly because I see something like this as the only possible positive (depending on your view) outcome. There is some BE, but the bulk of the series is weight gain and pregnancy growth. If thats not your thing, you might want to reconsider reading this.

Also I am aware I may get certain details about Shifters and their characteristics wrong. If you find something inconsistent with the rest of the series, just think of this as an Earth-2 version of the original Shifter-verse.

Also also, I dont give a specific age for the main character. I know some people are put off by stories that feature high school-aged characters, so even though I think a 16- or possibly 17-year old would be the logical choice for this story (youll see why, hopefully) Ive avoided pinning it down. If you cant get past the idea of the main character being under 18 just read it as if shes of legal age. (And if you want to read it with her as a preteen, feel free to fuck off, you sicko.)

Comments are welcome, but Im not sure if Ill read them here. If you have a deviantArt account just send me a note at ravens-son.deviantart.com.


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It was called Peak Sperm. Nearly all mature men on Earth were claimed (for want of a better word) by Shifters and the number of maturing males was not enough to replace those dying out naturally (or following victim to the original form of the Vegas mutation, being so overloaded with pleasure their minds broke). It had taken years, but as the Shifter population rose society unraveled. At an exponential rate less and less men were mating with human women, and population growth dropped to near zero.

For all their intelligence, no Shifter had the foresight or selflessness necessary to see the problem approaching, much less prepare for it before it came. It was only when the occasional male passed away and his harem dispersed, seeking a new source of sperm, that anyone realized the problem that had overtaken them. Virtually all men were spoken for, and the forgotten human women were withdrawing into their own communities (secreting away the few men who had not fallen to the Shifters). Human society had, by all accounts, reached its conclusion.

Then, somewhere outside Mexico City, something happened. A Shifter named Luisa reached the end of her cycle, splitting into two new beings: Lisa and Selena. Lisa behaved like every other Shifter before her, moving away so the others could have their turn. But Selena Selena was different. After she took stock of her surroundings, she moved back to the mans still-erect penis. The next Shifter in line put a hand on her shoulder, firm but not forceful, a sign that Selena was to move away and wait for her turn.

In response the lithe newborn turned to the other Shifter and knocked her out. All the other Shifters were stunned. Shifter-on-Shifter violence was literally unheard of. There had been times when more charismatic Shifters would force their way to the front of the line through intimidation (predominantly among the Vegas-Strain-bearing Shifters), but physical force was not their way. None of the other Shifters knew quite how to react. On an intellectual level they understood the idea of ganging up on Selena and forcing her to follow the harems ways. But they lacked the actual ability to it. It was like a human understanding the idea of flying, but being unable to do so.

The man, for his part, was barely aware of what was going on. He had long ago fallen into an endless state of orgasmic bliss. The house could have burned down around him and at most he would only notice he was sweating a little more than usual.

So Selena had her way, staying at her place as the alpha female; the only one enjoying the mans semen. A couple Shifters tried getting her to move, only to meet the same violent rebuttal as their sister. The others learned not to try, and more than a few wandered away from the only home generations of their ancestors had known, hoping to find another man who would give them what they needed.

Those who stayed watched Selena go through the Shifter lifecycle faster than any other had in quite some time. By the end of the week she had grown from a 47 bean pole into a 63 goddess, with HH-cup breasts and 44 hips.

It was after a particularly spirited ride of the mans cock that Selena died, splitting into two near-identical clones of her. One of the other Shifters made a tentative move toward the man, but she was quickly shoved back by one of Selenas daughters, who then tried shoving her sister away. The two newborns got into a brief but intense fight, until one knocked her sister down (causing a brutal sounding crack to fill the room as her head bounced off the hardwood floor) and kicked her away from the man. Dominance asserted, she took her place where Selena had just been, lowering herself onto the mans three-foot long member and thrusting up and down.

Defeated, her sister waited for her malleable Shifter body to repair itself and then she left the house. The remaining Shifters watched this, confused. Was the loser giving up that easily?

No, she was not. This other daughter of Selena, Sierra, was simply seeking out a new source of life-giving cum. Which she found in the next house over. Sure, there was already a sizeable harem there, but like her mother this girl was not one to wait her turn. There was no malice in her motives, she did not hate her sisters or wish them specific harm. It was simply a biological imperative: she needed sperm, she had the will to take it by force, and so she was compelled to do so.

This harem welcomed the new arrival matter-of-factly, though none hid their frustration that there was now another pussy to feed. It was probably due to this frustration, directed at the unwelcome intruder, that made them less willing to accept Selenas daughter laying claim before her turn than the old harem had been. They were not cowed by simple shoving or even being knocked unconscious. Sierra fought like a beast, a fury and wrath never seen before in Shifters on display. But the natives, growing territorial and just a bit xenophobic (as strange a feeling as that was for them), pressed on.

Thus the first murder of a Shifter, by a Shifter, took place. A couple dozen of them, actually, before the need to survive took over in the remaining members of this second harem and they retreated from their man to allow this newcomer priority. This man had been touched by the Vegas mutation, as his several 27-inch members thrusting out attested. Sierra picked one of them, seemingly at random, and began sucking. After a few moments one of the natives slowly came up next to her, picking the one furthest from her in case she become violent again, and impaled herself on it. The newcomer did not pay her any attention, and slowly the other cocks were claimed.

The native Shifters cycled through as they always had, but the stranger stayed at her place, growing at the same rate Selena had (actually a bit faster; the new source of sperm different from her mothers was like a growth hormone for Sierra). When she reached the end of life and split into two new women, one took their mothers place while the other forced a native away from one of the other cocks. And so, within a couple weeks Selenas descendents came to dominate the mans attentions. Then the problem faced with the first man came: too many Shifters, not enough cocks.

Meanwhile, over at the first house the situation with Selenas daughters had repeated a few times as well. The answer to both cases was obvious: these new, more aggressive Shifters went out to claim whatever man they could find for their own. Like a spiral the situation grew: more Violent Shifters meant more men being claimed by force, which meant more Shifters being killed. And since each new Violent Shifter was given unrestricted access to each cock they claimed, their growth cycles went by far faster than all the other Shifters.

But as with Peak Sperm the average Shifter was unaware of the problems lurking outside their own door. Communication was non-existent between harems at this point, and each Shifter only knew about the danger upon them when a freshly born but single-minded Violent Shifter came into their house and began killing randomly.

In time the situation became too big not to notice. Countless displaced Shifters tried to ingratiate themselves to a new harem, their stories of Shifter-on-Shifter violence going unheeded, only for a Violent Shifter to inevitably appear and destroy the new harem. Soon there were hundreds, and then thousands, and then tens of thousands, of old school Shifters wandering the streets, dreaming of semen-spewing cocks and fearing that the new violent breed would come after them just because they could.

Left to itself, the cycle would have continued to an obvious conclusion: the Violent would replace the old school, and in time all men would die out and that would be the end of human and Shifter.

It was a Shifter named Jezebel who came up with the idea of approaching the remaining human females. It wasnt hard to find a group of them; like most of the remaining humans they left the cities and suburbs (much of which was being torn down and rebuilt in the image of Shifter society, great pleasure gardens and houses to accommodate a man and a harem of dozens of Shifters; what need was there for government buildings or office parks when there was no government, no corporations?) for the untamed parts of the world. They had made an existence for themselves, a sort of return to pre-industrial agrarian society, but it was obviously a step back for humanity. It was questionable if there were even enough unspoiled men left among them to keep the population going.

So it didnt take much coaxing to convince the human women to help repel the Violent Shifter threat, though the terms of peace took a while to hammer out. In short, the humans would carry out the acts of violence the regular Shifters could not, in exchange for access to sperm to impregnate human women and help keep their population afloat.

It would, both sides know, only be a short-term solution; even with the Shifter population falling dramatically (and continuing to do so during the campaign to eradicate all Violent Shifters), the problem of Peak Sperm would come up again in time. But for now a temporary alliance was needed to at least forestall the inevitable end.

The solution worked; finding Violent Shifters was easy enough (just look for the house or apartment with no more than one Shifter per cock), but by this point their numbers had grown and spread so large, and they were just as capable of defending themselves as they were claiming a man for their own use (not to mention their regenerative prowess were superhuman; a bullet to the head wasnt enough to put down a regular Shifter, let alone the Violent breed), that it was slow going. And since a Violent Shifter could reach the end of its cycle in under a week, it was almost a year before the Violent Shifter population ceased growing and began to dip.

Eventually, after several years, the mission was accomplished, the last Violent Shifter being found, fittingly, in the same house where her distant ancestor Selena had been birthed. She had been a nightmare to take down: the product of almost two hundred generations of only the strongest daughters, she was an 89 Amazon on the verge of reproducing when the team of humans and Shifters found her. It took hours and countless rounds of ammunition to bring her down long enough to torch her body, but they did it.

With success came an uneasy peace. Though it had never been agreed upon, many groups of humans moved back closer to the cities and urban centers, taking advantage of the running water and electricity and bringing factories back to power in an attempt to return to the old way of life. It was only the women who went back to work, however; the unspoiled human men were kept out of sight, and the Shifters followed an unspoken agreement not to try to enter the human compounds (armed guards and specially trained dogs around the compounds also discouraged Shifters from trying to sneak in).

Yet in time the problem of Peak Sperm came back. The human women were unconcerned about this, but the Shifters, well aware of the history of their ancestors, knew it would only take the birth of one Violent Shifter to bring down the system again. There was discussion about how to prevent this, the consensus being that the violent streak was innate in all Shifters, but only came out when it was absolutely necessary. To prevent it, they would need to prevent Peak Sperm.

But how to do that? Shifters could not breed with humans (not in the traditional sense), and it was a near certainty the human women would not give up even one man to become a pampered sperm-pump.

A solution came from the humans, though it was unintended. While the Shifter population had been growing steadily, the human population had been having troubles. Getting women pregnant was no problem, but with much of the modern world having been torn down by the Shifters many of the things taken for granted in pre-Shifter First Worlds had gone away, so much knowledge lost.

The quality of life among the remaining humans was third-world for the majority of them, and defections from men choosing the life of a mindless sperm-pump for the Shifters over the miserable existence they had with the humans became an ever-growing problem. Perhaps more importantly, infant mortality rates were astounding in many parts of the world; certain drugs and vaccines had to be rediscovered, reinvented.

Given enough time it was likely the humans could have done it themselves, but with many communities cut off from one another (communications infrastructure having fallen to shambles in many places, and what was left being controlled by Shifters) it was unlikely.

But the Shifters could do it. Any one was capable of feats of superhuman ingenuity and scientific genius (if they had reason to), and it wasnt like they needed to rediscover or reinvent everything.

So, a new deal: the Shifters would provide medicine, vaccines, and other essential scientific progress that had once existed if the humans agreed to birth and hand over a number of males. Yes, the Shifters would have to wait years for the children to reach maturity, and yes, the idea was distasteful to the humans, but at least it was a solution. Better a couple humans live the questionable existence of Shifter slaves than they all possibly die out.

And, like the alliance against the Violent Shifters, it worked for a time. But by now more and more Shifters were beginning to grasp the concept of thinking long-term. It would not be enough to get a certain number of male children to raise and have ready for when the older humans died. The population would need to be continuously replaced. No. The population would need to grow. As the Shifter population grew, more men would be needed.

Shifters had never had an economy before. They were, in a very true sense, prostitutes, but the product they craved was always part of the sexual act they offered. Providing a service (sex) for money which they would then use for products or services on themselves had never been necessary. But now they were beginning to realize how it could work for them.

The humans needed medicine now, and in the past they had needed water and electricity. What else would they need? Clothing, food, shelter, entertainment, knowledge.

The Shifters could provide it for them, at a cost.

Over the years, and as a new generation of humans replaced the older one, the idea of birthing a number of boys to grow into eventual mates for the Shifters became normalized, and then accepted. The Shifters were good at filling their end of the bargain: they not only rediscovered previous medical breakthroughs, but they improved on them. They built new housing for the humans, sturdier structures with central heating and air. They created clothing that didnt wear down or fade. They improved crop yields and created synthetic meats that guaranteed no one went hungry. Energy infrastructure was replaced with clean, green energy that provided more than enough for all the needs of humanity. And in return the Shifters were guaranteed the food they needed.

Human quality of life returned to what it had been at the start of the 21st century, and then it went beyond.

Except for one thing. An intangible.

In the past human progress was born out of necessity; better technology was needed to solve this problem or that issue. But there was also the indefinable need to strive for something. Humans needed to climb the mountain and see what was on the other side. They needed to set goals for themselves to pursue and meet. They needed obstacles to strive to overcome.

But now they didnt have it. The unspoiled humans were, in their own way, spoiled by the Shifters. All their problems were solved, their needs met. What was there to strive for when instant gratification was the norm?

The answer turned out to be more gratification. Labor, was a thing of the past. Capital and wealth were distant memories. People could have whatever they wanted at a mere beck or call. The result turned out to be people demanding things at all times, with food, sex, and artificially-induced highs being the most in demand.

The Shifters only noticed this because a side-effect of the yawning emptiness in people was that as the men learned about life with Shifters more and more of them came practically begging for a Shifter mate. The idea of multiple penises (the Vegas strain was now present in all Shifters by this point) being endlessly pleasured? Sign me up, said the men. Once again, Shifters were close to claiming all men, and this time the problem of Peak Sperm would not be an issue.

But as humanity began to see its desires become larger and more base, the alien race began to experience its own kind of want. A want borne of impatience. If it was possible to raise a certain number of men to replace and grow the current population, wasnt it possible to have even more? Why should there be harems of six or seven dozen Shifters when there could be a man for every two or three?

It was a Shifter in what was once Britain who first conceived of it, and it took little convincing from her to bring her harem in on the idea. Humanity had become all but dependent on the work of Shifters, and the number of males to be born for Shifters was a token number of what was possible. Why couldnt the Shifters have them all?

This may sound like greed to us humans, but to the Shifters it was really just an imperative, much as Selenas violent tendencies had been. This was less about unchecked desire than it was about the Shifter race acquiring all it needed for maximum survival. Increasing the amount of sperm available to each Shifter simply increased the races rate of growth, and thus its chances for survival. (The typical problem of overpopulation didnt phase the Shifters; they had discovered and embraced their aptitude for scientific achievement, and nothing could stand in their way).

The British harem quickly came up with an idea to make this desire a reality. It was fiendishly simple: they created a living complex of opulence and luxury no human had seen before, and then they offered it to any woman who met their terms. Said terms seemed like so little: carry one child to term every 18 months. In exchange for the most glorious, hedonistic life ever imagined? Who could resist that?

The response to their offer was so overwhelming that they quickly adjusted the terms to one child every 14 months. Other harems found out about this, and when they realized the vision the first Shifter had had, they followed suit.

In less than five years almost all grown women were locked into agreements with the Shifters, providing a new child every year. And only a couple years after that the women reaching maturity were offered a more demanding deal: take a set of fertility drugs to raise the odds of multiple births. And when the first generation born into this new world reached maturity they were being pumped with fertility drugs for months before their first impregnation, with litters of 6 or 7 becoming commonplace.

It was no trouble for the Shifters to provide for the rapidly growing human population. Cities became vast, sprawling centers of concrete and glass, rising miles into the air and covering hundreds of square miles. The Earth was slowly covered in cement, and later a new kind of super-tough plastic, as the human and Shifter races grew. Immense factories provided food and drugs and whatever else asked for by the near-completely complacent humans.

A strange sort of spiraling equilibrium was reached: as the human population grew the Shifter population could grow faster, which raised the demand for more humans. What should have been the inevitable breaking point was never reached as the Shifters minds, as malleable as their bodies, arose to face every new problem. When all the habitable land on Earth was taken up they developed terraforming. When the inhabitable land was made habitable and covered, they turned their attention to the stars. The moon was the first stop, and then Mars, the moons of Jupiter, and Saturn.

Some Shifters began to wonder what would happen when they inevitably filled the universe, had exhausted the last bits of matter and energy. So they began turning their attention to the idea of alternate universes. Only theory, at this point, but now that Shifters could see into the future they werent going to be stymied by an end that lay trillions of years down the road. They were looking at infinity.

Their races would grow, and spread, forever and ever. Nothing would stop them.

***

Hundreds of years later:

Gilda woke up with a mix of eagerness and anxiety. Today was the day. She had reached the Age of Maturity. Other girls in her clutch had been maturing and leaving the dorms for almost a month now, and as her birthday approached Gilda had been getting more and more excited.

The brunette teen was out of bed and in the shower even before her alarm went off, and when she arrived at the cafeteria there were barely a handful of others (and they were all students). All younger than Gilda, they were receiving their lessons about prenatal care and what they could expect when they became surrogates.

Gilda had finished her lessons months ago; there was really little to them and Gilda suspected the only reason they existed was to provide the minimum of structure to the otherwise free-range girls. She understood back in the old days people would attend classes for most of their youth, and even into adulthood. But today, with the Shifters running all of society that wasnt automated, there was little reason for humans to learn much of anything.

Perhaps it was how nervous she was, or maybe her body sensed she was entering a new phase of her life, but Gilda ate two full plates of food and took a second batch of Gravid-9 pills, the typical fertility drugs all ladies her age were given.

She was still rubbing her belly when she arrived at the clinic, second-guessing the wisdom of her indulgence at breakfast, but deciding it was worth it because of how good a full belly feels.

And soon Im going to have a very full belly, she smiled to herself.

Like so much of the square-mile high-rise Gilda had spent her entire life in (literally; it had everything from a nursery to classrooms, dorms, a swimming pool, cafeteria, and arcade, meaning there was never any reason for Gilda to venture out of the one building) the clinic was designed to function like an assembly line. As soon as she passed through the door to the clinic a wide, padded seat rolled up to greet her. She took a seat and leaned back comfortably as the chair rolled down the long hallway, past multiple doors before reaching an open room.

Inside was a Shifter wearing what looked like a one-piece bathing suit under a lab coat. The Shifter idea of a professional outfit, it couldnt hide her true nature. Natural women didnt have poreless skin and luxuriant hair that practically glowed, or bodies that were at once toned and impressively fertile. Any sign of body fat on a Shifter was usually relegated to their breasts (this one looked to be in J-Cup territory) and bottom (what was she, 50 inches? Hard to tell with the lab coat hanging over the shelf it formed), plus some in the hips and thighs to complete the womanly package.

You are Gilda, from Batch 1470-A. The Shifter said as she read Gildas file projected onto her holographic eye piece. She held out a hand, Im Tabitha.

Gilda, shaking the hand without leaving the chair, had never met her before, but that was unsurprising. Shifters moved in and out of their jobs with incredibly frequency; the teachers would often stay until they had gotten enough sperm to reproduce, one of their daughters taking over, but with the behind the scenes stuff that kept their society running it was a matter of each Shifter pulling a days work once in their life.

Tabitha looked vaguely Arabic, though her hair was a curly red and her skin mahogany. And she looked young. Gilda had minimal contact with Shifters, but she knew enough to recognize the difference between those just-born and those reaching the limits of their growth (it was usually over a foot of height and a couple dozen pounds of muscle), and she would have to guess Tabitha was only a few days old, at most. Which made her dimensions a bit surprising (unless you accounted for the fact that as human society grew used to Shifters with C-cups and 36-inch asses, they became bored with it; Gilda had no way of knowing this (history was no longer taught to humans, being useless to them), but over the centuries the average Shifter needed to become more voluptuous, more alluring to keep the interest of the men born into this new world).

Congratulations on your big day, Gilda. Excited? Tabitha readied a few instruments on a tray, working with a sense of precision and familiarity that belied her apparent youth. No doubt several of her ancestors had performed this operation before.

Oh yes. Ive been looking forward to this for weeks. My old dormmate Jenna became a breeder a month ago, and she says everything feels so much better. Food tastes better, the massages deeper.

Well, there is a surge in hormones once youre pregnant, and we do all we can to make sure you ladies are comfortable and happy. Oh! Something in her eyepiece caught Tabithas attention. It says here you have a taste for Shifter milk.

Gilda turned bright red. Shifter milk was only meant for men. Its what gave them the increases in testosterone and genetic changes that make them so horny, so potent, and helped them grow multiple penises. It wasnt really intended for women, though there werent any negative side-effects as far as they knew. It was just like crossing some accepted social norm. Gender distinction was inviolate. A woman drinking a Shifters milk just wasnt done.

Would you care for one last drink? Tabitha asked, pulling her lab coat aside as the bathing suit began to retract, leaving one of her perfectly round mammaries to plop down on her chest.

Except it was. It just wasnt acknowledged in polite society. Gildas first had been one of her teachers three years ago. A nutrition class, the teacher was a Shifter named Eloise who asked Gilda to stay after for a private discussion. The discussion being Eloise coming on rather strongly to Gilda. It was confusing for the teen - she knew Shifters only cared about getting sperm, everything else being a distraction - but it also felt so good the way the technically younger but more knowledgeable woman caressed her and pleasured her. Halfway through the Sapphic session Eloise had pushed Gildas head down to her pumpkin-sized breasts, thrusting a nipple into her mouth and commanding Drink.

Gilda did. It was divine. Creamy, sweet; it made her warm inside, a natural high that lasted hours after she had returned to her dorm for a midday nap.

Other encounters with Eloise and her progeny continued, and Gilda greedily drank at every opportunity. She never questioned why a Shifter would want to make out with a human woman; maybe they just needed the physical intimacy to take the edge off their addiction to sperm. She didnt care. She just enjoyed it, the fact that it was taboo making it all the better.

So when Tabitha leaned in with her breast exposed, the firm globe filling Gildas vision, the girl didnt hesitate to latch onto it and begin sucking. She didnt see Tabithas eyes roll in the back of her head or hear her moan quietly. She was too focused on her own feelings of warmth and contentment.

Hope you enjoyed it, Tabitha said once Gilda had her fill, Because once youre pregnant thatll be a no-no. We dont know what it could do to your babies while theyre still developing, so doctors orders: no Shifter milk.

Gilda was slightly disappointed, but if being massively pregnant was as good as the older girls told her it was, she wouldnt care.

Now, lets get down to business. Tabitha returned to the data stream on her eyepiece. Age: mature. Weight: 165 pounds. Good enough for a first litter, but make sure youre eating enough. Fat babies are healthy babies. Vitals are all good, body is ready and waiting to be knocked up. You ready?

Gilda nodded, and Tabitha took a small wand and inserted it into her. It was painless, she almost didnt feel it, and a few seconds later Tabitha pulled it out.

Was that it?

Nope, that was the warm-up. Tabitha picked up another wand, almost indistinguishable from the first one. She inserted the second wand; it went in as painlessly as the first.

And that is that. Come back tomorrow morning, whenevers good for you, and well confirm the fertilization was successful. In the meantime, try to take it easy, maybe just kick back, watch some cartoons.

The chair took Gilda back to the clinic entrance, and with her whole day ahead of her she couldnt think of what to do.

Maybe Ill go see if theres anyone still hanging out at the cafeteria.

Turned out Gilda had missed the breakfast rush, but she put the trip to good use by having a nice second meal.

***

The next morning Gilda woke later, but got out of bed excitedly when she remembered what had happened the day before. She showered, stuffed herself at breakfast like she had yesterday, then made a beeline for the clinic.

Surprisingly she got Tabitha again. The redheaded Shifter welcomed her, asked how she was feeling, then began scanning Gildas prone body.

Looks like we have touchdown. Tabitha announced. Its far too early to say with any real degree of certainty, but in all the cases I and my ancestors have seen signs like yours always turned out to be right.

Im pregnant? Gilda asked breathlessly.

Looks like it. Itll still be a couple days before we get the required level of confirmation necessary to move you to the adult building, but for now, congratulations.

Gilda was on Cloud Nine the rest of the week. As soon as she left Tabithas office she went to the cafeteria for a second breakfast, then to her dorm with the plan to relax but which ended being a furious masturbation session. She wasnt even showing yet and Gilda was ecstatic to the point of exploding.

By the time Gilda was confirmed as properly, undoubtedly pregnant she had been so used to the idea that she was that Tabithas announcement didnt faze her. She was already looking ahead to moving to the Breeder Dorms and meeting up with Jenna again, and growing. Growing fat and round.

***

The Breeder Dorms were vast, not just in terms of ground covered but the size of the rooms compared to where Gilda had just come from. One look at the residents and it was obvious why the design. Grown women, full-fledged Breeders, ranged in size from Gildas 165 (or closer to 170 now) to some that resembled giant pink boulders with arms, legs, and a head attached. Several of the women were too large to move under their own power and instead sat on specially designed seats (or couches) and drove around in them. Trying to get some of these women through a normal hallway would be a challenge, never mind a normal door.

Gilda looked around the various Breeders lounging in the buildings main recreation room with unmitigated envy and lust. Someday that would be her balancing a plate of food on her stomach, or needing a hovering platform to hold her belly up, or hell, being confined to a mobile couch because she was so large she couldnt even stand up under her own power.

She suddenly felt very hungry, and after making a quick dash to her new room (double-wide doors led into a room easily quadruple the size of her old dorm) she went in search of the dorms cafeteria. There werent any maps or floor plans on display, just vague directions pointing the way to the lounges, pool, gardens, spa, and whatnot.

It was while trying to find her way around that she spotted Jenna. Her former dormmate was in the main lounge, chatting with a couple other women, both far more pregnant than her. The three were seated around a low table covered in dishes depleted of food.

Jenna! Gilda cried. The chubby blonde girl turned around in her seat, then jumped up to greet her friend.

Gilda! Get over here, girl. Jenna wrapped Gilda in a bear hug, almost lifting the smaller girl off the ground. Look at you, finally one of the Breeders.

Im not showing yet, Jen. I was just impregnated less than a week ago.

Give it time. Soon youll have some real meat on your bones, and before you know it youll have an honest-to-god belly. Come here, I have a couple ladies you HAVE to meet.

Jenna brought Gilda to the table she had sat at and introduced the two women.

This is Vicky, shes in her second pregnancy. Vicky was a dark-haired Asian girl who looked only a year older than Gilda, but far bigger. If she wasnt twice the brunettes weight, she was close, much of it in a belly that made her look ready to give birth and a set of H-cup breasts that hung freely down either side of her belly.

And this is Bethany, Jenna indicated the second woman, who made Vicky look positively anemic. Bethany sat in one of the couch-sized motorseats, her gravid immensity not just filling the space but overflowing the armrests at the hips. She was clearly more a pear than apple shape, but it was impossible to ignore the boulder-sized belly in front of her, capped by two breasts that looked tiny in comparison to the rest of her, but were in fact J-verging-on-K cups. A pair of chins and wide but still lovely face on top of all this made her resemble nothing so much as a great, fleshy pyramid. Her auburn-hair was done up in a single ponytail that made her seem younger (or at least less mature) than her true status as the eldest of the group.

Nice to meet you both, Gilda said, hoping the naked desire she was feeling wasnt too obvious on her face.

When did you get here? Vicky asked.

Just arrived. Threw my stuff in my room and was trying to find the cafeteria.

Jenna blinked a couple times, then laughed.

Oh, theres no cafeteria here. Here, have a seat and Ill show you how to get food.

She directed Gilda to one of the free seats around the table. It was deep and heavily cushioned; the most comfortable thing Gilda had ever sat in, she reflected as she leaned back a little.

Look at the arm rest on your left. Jenna said, taking her own seat again. Gilda looked down and noticed a panel that she could flip open. Underneath was a touchscreen that tilted up, which meant Gilda could use it without having to get up from her leaning position. That would be handy, Gilda would find out in time.

See the menu? You can call up whatever you want without having to leave the table.

Gilda looked at the menu, passing over ones marked Vibrate, Television, and Games before finding the one marked Food. She pressed it and watched the touch screen change to a new menu listing Drinks, Appetizers, Main Course, and Desserts.

So let me guess, I just go through the menu to find what I want and place an order from here? She was already scanning through the main courses list.

And server-bots will deliver it right here. The system knows where your chair is. You dont have to take a single step away from the comfort of your seat.

As Jenna spoke Gilda ordered a stack of pancakes with a side of bacon, and then decided to add a ham and cheese omelet. When she was done a message reading Your order will arrive in two minutes popped up, and then the screen went back to the original menu. She looked over the other buttons again.

Television? Do we get our own TVs? She pressed the button and, to her surprise, an opening in the right arm rest appeared, from which came a thin metal arm that unfolded to reveal a large translucent screen.

Welcome. Please use the touchpad to select the program you would like to watch. read the screen.

Yes, but its not considered polite to be distracted like that when youre in the middle of a conversation with others, Bethany said in between bites of a chocolate croissant.

Give her a break, Bethany, Jenna said, She just got here. Of course shes excited about everything.

Gilda made the TV screen retract, but before she could mutter an embarrassed Sorry a server-bot rolled up beside her. It was a squat little box on wheels, but when it reached her a couple arms popped out to pick up her plates of food and place them on the table in front of her. It then rolled away.

Gilda leaned over and picked up the plate of pancakes, balancing it on her lap.

Here. Jenna said, leaning over to access Gildas touch screen. This is better.

She pressed a couple buttons and another opening in the right arm rest appeared, only this one turned out to be for a tray that Gilda could put her food on.

Light breakfast? Vicky teased.

Second breakfast, Gilda clarified. And this is just the first course.

She wasnt sure why she added that latter part. Looking at all the food in front of her, she was only partly certain she could eat it all, and even if she managed that she wasnt going to have anything for quite a while after it. Clearly the Shifters liked to keep their Breeders fat and satisfied.

But damn if it wasnt good. It was hard for her to focus on the conversation, and to hold up her end as the others asked about her tastes in games and cartoons. Before she realized it the pancakes were gone and she was looking at the last third of the omelet.

It was only then that she realized how taut her belly felt, but she wasnt about to stop now. First impressions were important, after all; she couldnt let Jennas friends see her as some lightweight.

It wasnt hard to finish the omelet, but when she wanted to lean back and digest Vicky was there, handing her a plate of doughnuts.

Cant have you wasting away, she said.

At least I can just nibble at these, Gilda thought. Which she did for the next hour or so, getting to know Vicky and Bethany. The former was only seven months into her cycle, while the latter a mere five. Gilda was stunned by that, moreso to learn Bethany was only in her fourth cycle.

How many babies? Gilda asked, trying to make conversation. And to delay taking another bite for a few seconds. She had noticed both of the older women making frequent appraisals of her progress through her own order and now the doughnuts. Were they judging her? Testing her?

15, they say. Same as last time, but up from my first two times. Its pretty common for women to have more in later cycles, but even still Im pretty above average. Bethany beamed, clearly proud of her fertility.

By which she means shes a fatass, Vicky said, slapping one of Bethanys oversized thighs.

Hey, the term is glutton. Bethany said. You know my philosophy: eat and breed, everything else is a distraction. Speaking of which she typed something into her touch screen. More food, undoubtedly. That seemed to be a fixture of the ladies discussion; so many words were said around half-eaten bites of food, or someone would stop to chew and swallow before responding to someone else.

Within a couple minutes a server-bot brought a tray of deli-style sandwiches and a bowl of French fries to Bethany. The immense woman went without a tray, instead just placing the fries to her side and the tray of sandwiches on her belly. As she dug into the first one she shot a glance at Gilda, who responded by taking a sizable bite of doughnut, forcing herself to chew and swallow it. The pressure in her belly grew just a tad bit more.

As if sensing her friends discomfort, Jenna got to her feet and said You havent had a tour of the place yet, have you? Come on, Ill show you around.

Grateful, Gilda heaved herself up (not without some effort) and followed the blonde out of the floor-sized lounge area.

Thanks, she said once they were on a different floor. I didnt want to explode on my first day here.

Ah, they were just hazing you. I went through the same thing the first day or two here, and then they eased up. They dont want to actually make you sick. Thatd be bad for the babies, after all. They just want to know you can keep up with them, in your own way. Its not so much quantity as not being put off by the constant piles of food around them. Bethany may be the biggest glutton in this whole dorm, and Vicky is no slouch either. Its one of the reasons I fell in with them; they noticed me spending so much time sitting around, playing games, absent-mindedly going through bowl after bowl of popcorn or chocolates. And theyre really encouraging. Just look at me.

Jenna did a slow spin, showing off her noticeably fatter body.

I saw. How much have you gained?

Almost 40 pounds.

In just a month? Youre really packing it on.

Oh, Im sure youre going to be showing me how its done once you get settled in. Did you know you can order room service to your room anytime you want? Theres even a fridge they keep stocked with ice cream and other treats all the time.

Wow. They just want us to blow up, dont they?

Try to keep in mind not everyone is as big an eater as you, hon. Its just about making sure were happy.

But why werent things like this back in the Nursery? Whyd we have to go all the way to the cafeteria to get food? Wheres the special chairs there?

Who knows? And at this point, who cares? Youre a Breeder now, Gilda. Its a life of luxury and pleasure from here on out. Come on, let me show you the spa.

The Breeders Dorm was every bit the hedonistic palace Gilda had anticipated, and more. She thought life in the Nursery was fantastic, just a lot of eating, lying in one of the pools, playing games or watching cartoons. Sure, there were the lessons for a couple years, but Gilda had enjoyed them because they were a sign she was getting close to her dream: becoming a fat, constantly pregnant woman.

But the Breeders Dorm was designed to be so convenient, so ready to scratch whatever itch and please whatever fancy, to never leave any of the girls wanting even for a second. It had all the same amenities as the Nursery, plus a spa and massage parlor, but it was as if anything and everything was all but forced upon the women to keep them docile and distracted. Friendly reminders to check out the pools, swing by the massage parlor for a belly rub or enjoy a new food offering appeared on the walls or during breaks on TV. With moderate lighting and ambient music being piped in everywhere, it was impossible not to feel relaxed all the time.

Not that Gilda needed any pressuring to drink deeply of what the Breeders Dorm had to offer. In a strange contrast to the laid-back life of a Breeder, Gilda was eager to experience everything, right now.

Especially the food. Jennas quip about Gilda showing her how to gain weight was on the nose. The size and variety of the menu was so large it was almost staggering, but Gilda dove in with relish. She wanted to try everything, a desire that only grew as she discovered how good all the food was.

Do they put something in this to make it tastier? She asked one day in her third week. She, Jenna, Vicky and Bethany were lounging in one of the pools, trays of noshables on the ground within arms reach.

I dont know. I just know its good. Bethany replied, taking another bite of her turkey leg.

Be honest. You two would eat anything they put in front you. Vicky said, sipping her iced tea. In the short time Gilda had been part of the group she had demonstrated a hunger comparable to Bethanys. Jenna and Vicky were no picky eaters, as their gatherings often followed the formula of all four ordering a bunch of food and tucking in, but as time went on the two of them would lie back stuffed as Gilda and Bethany continued to devastate plate after plate. As Jenna guessed, Vicky and Bethany immediately took a shine to Gilda and her impressive appetite.

When its this good, how can you not eat it? Gilda said, bringing another piece of cake to her mouth and cramming half of it in. She then took a swig of strawberry milkshake, chewed, and swallowed. How can you not want to eat everything they have? My god, there is nothing better than all this food, and having it whenever you want.

We know you enjoy it, sweetie. Jenna said, poking Gilda in her soft belly. Its showing on you more every day.

I am getting a bit softer. Gilda said, feigning ignorance.

A bit? Its been less than a month and youve already outgrown your swimsuit. It was true. Gilda was overflowing her blue one-piece, flesh overflowing around her chest and behind in her rear like dough rising in a pan. Three weeks of a new level of indulgence had added close to 30 pounds to Gildas body, the weight distributing itself rather evenly so far. Give it another month and youll be passing me.

It actually only took three more weeks. Like Gilda, Jenna was eating for 11 herself, and had the gains to show it, but even with the months headstart they were both still in their first trimester, and the unofficial wager on when Gilda would pass Jenna came down to the simple fact of who was eating more. And there was no question there.

It was a month and a half after Gilda had arrived that it happened. In the days leading up to it, as Gildas body began to mirror Jennas more and more, the latter had her brunette friend take part in daily weigh-ins so they could see just how close they were. One day Jenna had five pounds on Gilda, 240-235. The next it was 241 to 237, then 242 to 239 .

Gilda spent that day stuffing her face like never before, ordering the most fatty foods she could find on the menu and drinking nothing but chocolate shakes from morning to evening. She only stopped for a midday nap because of a brief but real scare that she was about to throw everything back up. When she woke up to a rumbling belly she didnt bother to return to the lounge; she just stayed right there on her bed and began placing orders for food again. It was near midnight that she finally stopped, stuffed beyond measure.

When she woke up the next morning she was, to her surprise, starving. Her belly, painfully tight eight hours ago, was loose and empty again. She called on Jenna, waking her up, so they could do the weigh in at once and she could get some food in her.

The verdict? Jenna was 244 pounds, Gilda 245. Over five pounds in one day to lose her status as runt of the group.

Vicky and Bethany congratulated her on the milestone at the midday brunch.

But dont go doing that every day, Bethany warned. Dont be endangering your babies, making yourself sick like that.

I wont. Gilda said, trying to sound assuring. It was just a heat of the moment thing.

But the contest didnt quite end there. She and Jenna continued their weigh-ins after that day, and for a couple weeks they were still rather close, Jenna not allowing Gilda to leave her behind so easily. At one point Jenna even surpassed Gilda. It was only by half a pound, but Gilda almost doubled her intake that day, reclaiming her lead the following morning. From there Jenna continued to playfully compete with Gilda, challenging her to eating contests now and then, but the pattern established wasnt broken. Gilda continued gaining at a faster rate than Jenna, and when Vicky didnt turn up for breakfast one morning, having arrived at the end of her pregnancy, Gilda had almost 10 pounds on her friend.

So whats it like? Gilda asked Bethany. It was the morning Vicky failed to show up, only three of them there now.

Its not at all bad. They give you some painkillers, make you feel really nice. The worst part is youre just lying there for a few hours, too high to even pay attention to the TV. Time kind of slows down, but youre not aware of it passing anyway. Youll see what I mean. And then when you come out of it youre no longer pregnant and the first time, its really disorienting. You go in big and fat, and then suddenly youre still fat, but not as much and not like you were. Youre bodys a bit alien. Youll also have to pee a lot for a few days.

What happens after you give birth? I know they dont impregnate you for a couple months, but when will Vicky be back?

Not for a week or so. Shell stay in the medical ward taking it easy. Theyll want to be pumping her pretty frequently so they have milk for the babies, and just making sure theres no unexpected complications. There really shouldnt be, shell be fine.

Sure enough, a week later Vicky entered the lounge, finding the other three at their usual spot. She looked more or less the same, except her belly was not as firm as it had been. But with her size it was hard to notice any difference unless you really looked, Gilda realized.

Yep, I gain it all in my belly. Especially later in the pregnancy. She said after taking her usual seat.

I think youre making Gilda jealous. Jenna teased. Ever since we were kids shes always been looking forward to getting pregnant, and especially having a big, round belly.

Youre exaggerating, Gilda said, blushing.

Am I? Whos the one who would stuff her shirt with pillows?

I only did that once or twice. Maybe a few times.

At least now you get to live it out. Look, youve already got a belly going, and its still your first trimester. Jenna reached across and patted Gildas belly. It was true; while all the weight she had been putting on had been filling her body up evenly, it was starting to settle more and more in her torso. Gilda had a washtub belly, and if the Breeders clothing wasnt designed to stretch so much she would undoubtedly have a long strip of flesh exposed between her shirt and pants.

Youve also got an impressive pair of milk-bags developing, Bethany said. Youre definitely going to be top-heavy.

Oh yeah, Jenna said, moving her hand up to the nearest breast and picking it up, weighing it. Im kind of jealous. Ive barely grown there.

Thats because its all going to your ass, replied Gilda, glad to be able to get some teasing in herself.

Jenna turned around in her seat, verifying Gildas point. It was true, Jenna seemed to be following Bethanys path as a pear. Not that this had escaped her; it was hard to ignore how often she needed to turn in her panties or pants because they were getting too tight. But this was the first time she had taken a real look at herself, at Gilda, and at how different the two preggos were developing.

The disparity in body shape was only heightened over the next few months. By the end of their second trimester Jenna was approaching 300 pounds, with two-thirds of her excess weight finding its way below her waist. Her hips were about 60-inches around, her ass two great mounds of flesh that rose and fell like waves when she walked. Walking was no longer suitable to describe her attempts at ambulation; she could only waddle, swinging one hefty thigh around the other. As moving around became harder she chose to just move less, often only coming from her bedroom to the lounge or pool - wherever it was the ladies would while away their day - and then back again at night. Vicky suggested she get a motion chair of her own, like Bethany had, but Jenna refused. As much as she enjoyed getting fatter, there was still a streak of pride in her that wouldnt give up her ability to walk so easily.

Things were easier for Gilda, despite outweighing Jenna by a good 50 pounds. And not to mention surpassing Vicky recently. A side-effect of birth that Gilda didnt know about was how the post-pregnancy body shed a fair amount of weight over the followings months. A combination of the body no longer feeling the need to store fat, a greatly reduced appetite (Vicky said she could almost feel her stomach shrinking as she lay in the hospital bed after it was done), and being frequently milked (special machines would come up to Vicky as she sat there chatting and eating, ready to receive her milk without her even breaking her conversation or snacking; the other women didnt react to this, such a sight being common in the Breeders Dorm), Vicky had lost over 20 pounds before her eating habits returned and her weight started to climb again.

But Gilda herself was only going up and up. True to Bethanys prediction, her breasts steadily inflated as she gained, her cup size moving up the alphabet and reaching near M-sized when Bethany took her leave to deliver. If thats where all (or even most) of her gain was occurring Gilda wasnt sure shed be able to stand under her own power. But her body was not so single-minded as that, and behind her she had a sizeable (not as big as Jennas, but still sizeable) rear that acted as a counterweight to her mammoth mammaries.

But the centerpiece was, of course, her belly. To Gildas unending delight, once she hit her second trimester her belly began spreading out further and wider. Even as she lost sight of the ground in front of her, even as walking became more a game of Hope theres nothing directly under me that I cant see, she was ecstatic. Seldom was she not rubbing her belly with one hand while reaching for a piece of food with her other. Except when she was instead rubbing lotion into it; until the far end exceeded her grasp and she needed to enlist the help of a special service-droid to reach that area. An area that grew more and more as time passed, until all Gilda could do was rub the sides and top of her swollen, gravid form, leaning back in her chair and spreading her legs out for comfort. She was so proud of her belly that she gave up shirts and robes entirely, instead just wearing panties and a bra and displaying her great mound of a belly to the world. Not a common fashion choice, but since all the women had spent their entire life living only with women its not as if old standards of modesty existed. 

But eventually she reached a point where it was more work to carry her belly (and other body parts) around than she cared to manage, and Gilda graduated to a hovering belly shelf that relieved her so much it was like she had lost half her weight.

Not that she suddenly became more active now that she had regained her mobility. Her days were still filled with eating while chatting or watching cartoons with the other girls. The only real exercise she got was the writhing around she did as she pleasured herself repeatedly every night alone in her room.

As she and Jenna left their second trimester and entered their third the usual day was little different than when Gilda had first arrived at the Breeders Dorm. Eating and growing, playing games or watching cartoons.

As Gilda reached her eighth month of pregnancy Jenna was entering her ninth, mentally preparing herself for the big day and already looking beyond it.

I think Ill take it easier next time around. It was fun to indulge, but I could barely get out of bed this morning. I cant say I fancy spending the rest of my life sitting on my ass 24/7.

You make it sound like its a bad thing, Bethany said. Returned from giving birth, but still a couple weeks from being impregnated again, she seemed the exception to the mothers lose weight after giving birth rule. Certainly her appetite hadnt slowed down as far as the others could see.

Thats because everything you want in life can be brought to arms reach. I like being able to get up and walk around every now and then. I havent actually swam in weeks, just floated in the pool. Seems like its only a matter of time before Ill be needing a droids help to get out of bed and to the shower.

It was actually only a week. Gilda, having slept off a binge that was, even by her standards, epic, arrived late to the lounge to find Jenna frustrated and sitting in a motion chair.

Well Gilda started, unsure of what to say.

Yep. Jenna replied, taking another bite of her plate-sized cinnamon bun. Woke up this morning and despite all my struggling I couldnt get one of my legs up, never mind swing them over the bed and to the floor. So yeah, Im riding out the rest of my pregnancy in this, she patted one of the arm rests, and when I get back Im going to try to lose a few pounds. Or build my leg muscles up. Whichever is easier. Another bite of her cinnamon bun. Would be nice if these little buggers werent always so insistent on more food.

Gilda could relate. It was becoming common for her to be woken up in the middle of the night, her babies kicking and demanding food. Not that it was fair to put all the blame on her babies. Her natural gluttonous streak, always pandered to at the cafeteria in the Nursery, was been given a chance to run wild here in the Breeders Dorm. On top of that, Gilda discovered just how intertwined her lust and appetite were; all day long her nether regions would be buzzing, which she would try to bring under control by keeping herself stuffed. When she and her friends all parted ways each night she would go to her room and finally find some sexual release, but this had the odd effect of emptying her stomach and leaving her famished. She was making good use of the room service offerings lately, and it showed in her 400-plus pound body.

A couple weeks later Jenna was taken to the hospital to give birth, leaving Gilda that only massively pregnant woman in the group. Vicky had just been impregnated again, but it would be a while before she showed, and while Bethany was still massive it was own gluttony on display, not eating for 16 anymore.

When Jenna came back Gilda only had a couple weeks to spend with her before it was her time to give birth. For the longest time she had been dreading this day. What would it be like to lose her belly? To have the feeling of all those babies squirming around in her disappear? She knew some women got depressed afterward; could that happen to her?

The procedure itself was painless; like Bethany had told her (and Jenna confirmed) she was high on painkillers the entire time, and with a sheet separating her head from the operation itself, she wasnt even aware the C-section had started. Some indeterminate amount of time later she closed her eyes and fell asleep, and the next thing she knew she was lying in bed in a small, private room.

Her belly was still fat, as was the rest of her, but as with the other women the firmness was gone. The sensation of her babies was gone. Gilda lifted her still meaty arms to gently squeeze her diminished belly, and she seemed oddly fine with the radical change in feeling. She guessed she had resigned herself to it.

How do you feel?

Gilda startled. Standing beside her was a Shifter doctor, pink-haired and clad in the usual bathing-suit and lab coat ensemble. She looked close to reaching the end of her cycle, towering over the bed and with a pair of breasts that hung down to her navel.

OK, I guess. Was I out long?

About 13 hours. All 10 babies were delivered without incident, all healthy. So congratulations.

Thats good. But in her voice there was a hint of sadness.

Sad to see them go? The Shifter asked.

No. Well I guess. Id been looking forward to being pregnant for as long as I can remember, and then when it happened I was so happy, and now its over.

Just three months and you can experience it all over again.

I know. I just Im wondering what it would be like to be pregnant all the time.

The Shifters expression didnt change from its carefully maintained look of bedside concern, but she made a note in Gildas file that this Breeder warranted a closer watch. After she finished checking Gildas vitals she began to leave, but Gilda called out.

I have a question.

Yes? The Shifter swung around, her breasts wobbling back and forth for several seconds after.

I was wondering Is it possible to continue taking fertility medication after the first pregnancy? I know we were taught in class what were given is to prepare us for our first pregnancy, but

You can, if you want. The effects may not be as great your first pregnancy was, but if you think you can handle a larger litter its your decision. She made another note in Gildas file.

***

Breeder Dorm 7045 Overseer Yoko writhed and moaned in orgasmic pleasure, all but ripping the military style cap and jacket that represented her station as she stripped down from partial to full nudity. After several seconds the birthing cycle began, a second pair of arms, followed by a second head, popping out of her back. Within moments the arms and head were joined by a torso and legs, and for one brief instant it appeared as if Yoko had a conjoined twin, before the two women split. Where Yoko had been were her two daughters, both honey-skinned with jet-black hair and bodies that resembled teenagers possessing a voluptuousness almost impossible on normal humans.

Hello, sisters. Assistant Overseer Lily said, holding Yokos discarded jacket and hat. Lily was dressed in an office suit that displayed a yard of cleavage and whose skirt ended just below the first hint of her panties. Her hair was arranged in a tight bun, her expression humorless. Which of you will be assuming your mothers position?

The two women, newly born but possessing all the knowledge of their ancestors, looked at each other. Without exchanging a single word they realized their names were Keiko and Yumi, and they agreed who would take over Yokos job.

I will, Yumi said, accepting the hat and coat from Lily. The hat conformed to her smaller head, but the jacket hung on her body like a child wearing her fathers coat except where her impressive bust pushed forward. Behind her Keiko left the room, ready to accept her job in Shifter society. Lily began her daily briefing, delayed when Yoko went through her change.

Daily stats are all within usual parameters, the only exceptional bit of news being a Breeder in Gamma sector having a litter of 21 babies. All are expected to live, but several were underweight. Were taking steps to ensure her next litter is not as large, and we are taking genetic samples to see if we can predict other such aberrations.

Was the Breeder not eating enough? Yumi stretched.

Computer estimates during the pregnancy had her at the lower end of the minimum number of calories needed per diem, but her metabolism unexpectedly diverted more to the mother than the children. Theyre unusual circumstances, Overseer.

Will any children be lost?

All are receiving care and are expected to pull through. However, two of the underweight babies were male; we dont know the effect this will have on their sperm production later in life.

What about that brown out in Epislon? Yumi asked, taking her mothers chair - her chair - in the center of the control room that oversaw all operations of the Breeders Dorm. Minutes old, but as experienced as her mother, she settled into her position as if she had always been there.

Updates to the power station are scheduled to be completed no later than 1845 today, no further losses in power expected.

Good.

There is also one other thing. Lily sent Gildas file from her tablet to  Yumis chairs console. Yumi scanned the file.

I want a full personality profile on her. Yumi ordered, one hand mindlessly rubbing her labia. For all their intelligence, Shifters were so single-minded that even in the middle of work they needed to express their lust in some way.

Already ordered. Should be completed in less than 15 hours. Lily answered.

Dont present it to me just yet. Keep a close eye on her for the next two months, and update the profile as needed. What she does, what she says, how she reacts to everything around her. Its not uncommon for Breeders to lose their enthusiasm for pregnancy after their first go-round. This may just be another false alarm.

Yes, maam. Lily said, sending orders to the departments responsible for monitoring every aspect of the Breeders lives. Everything Gilda said, did, even what mood she was feeling at any given moment, would be picked up in a thousand different ways by the countless cameras, microphones and monitors installed in every inch of the Breeders Dorm.

***

As Gilda stayed in the hospital she discovered that yes, her appetite was not what it once was. She could order whatever she wanted, as usual, but halfway through a mound of frittatas she belched, groaned, and dropped her fork. The idea of tackling the rest of the food made her ill. By the time she went back to the Breeders Dorm she had successfully readjusted her eyes to match the size of her stomach.

Finding the other three in their usual spot, she tried getting used to walking with her radically different body. She had lost a fair bit of weight (falling below 400 pounds), much from her torso. It gave her an exaggerated hourglass shape, her large, milky breasts up top and her bulbous ass behind her. Not that she suddenly had a waist again; she still had a belly, but it was overshadowed (literally and figuratively) by her breasts.

Assessing the other three, Bethany and Vicky seemed the same, but Jenna was shockingly different. Her vow to lose weight seemed to have be being fulfilled, but it created a stark contrast.

Bluntly, Jennas top half seemed like that of woman half the size of what her lower half suggested. Her belly was all but gone and her breasts had shrunk down to mere D-cups (losing some of their firmness to repeated milkings), but her ass and hips seemed almost the same size as before.

Gilda said nothing about it until Jenna brought it up.

I can walk again! I still have these tree trunks, sure, but every day its becoming easier to walk or swim.

In the weeks that followed Jenna continued to shrink, though her extreme pear shape only diminished by a few degrees. Not that she minded. She was happy just to have her mobility back.

Gilda went the opposite approach, eventually; her disappointment over her pregnancys end did not reflect itself in full-blown depression, but the things that used to give her joy (especially eating) had much less of an elating effect. She still ate a full three meals and constant snacks, but her post-pregnancy weight loss continued for a full month before she finally shook off her funk, leaving her hovering around 350 pounds. A radical difference from her pregnancy high-point.

But once that first month passed, and the reality of her second impregnation became more and more tangible, her appetite returned, and Gilda went about undoing the damage of her post-pregnancy loss.

Even before she became pregnant again she was eating for two, then three, and by the time she went to the hospital to be knocked up again she was eating so much strangers would have been forgiven for thinking she was already pregnant.

Gildas second pregnancy was, essentially, a repeat of her first, only more so. Her already impressive appetite kept her eating much of each day, and it was soon after she was confirmed pregnant she was back at her pregnancy high-point of over 400 pounds.

Jenna, for her part, had gone below 300 pounds before starting her second pregnancy, and though she was still eating more than the average Breeder, she was like a bird compared to the rest of their circle. Not that she minded the occasional teasing, so long as she maintained her mobility.

I went overboard last time, she said one day after completing a few, lazy laps around the pool, Youre a bad influence, Gilda.

No eating contests this time? Gilda joked.

No maam. Im not going to become immobile before I turn 20.

More food for us, then, Bethany replied, holding a cake-filled platter and tearing off chunks at a time.

I wont mind that, Gilda said, ordering her next course in what was a day-long meal. You want anything, Vicky?

Vicky, lying back and soaking up rays through the room-sized sunroof, waved off Gilda without opening her eyes or sitting up.

Im pretty sure youre already fatter than me, Gilda. Dont look to me for competition either.

Gilda was heavier than Vicky, but only just. The Asian girl was well into her latest pregnancy and en route to gaining her usual hundred-plus pounds this cycle, but Gildas binging before being impregnated again had quickly closed the difference between them. It was in the last week that Gilda had, unbeknownst to any of them but still suspected, reached Vickys 470 pounds and started to leave her behind. Looking at the two they seemed to be the same size, but with Gildas appetite and the fact that she still had six months to go in her cycle while Vicky was ready to pop, it was clear Gilda was going to surpass the older girl and stay ahead. Vicky, for her part, was fine with that. She acknowledged Gildas superior appetite and love of size.

And dont think of challenging me, Bethany said, tossing the depleted cake platter aside and reaching for a plate of ribs. Ill leave you so far behind, little girl.

You already have a couple hundred pounds on me, Beth. I think youre a bit out of my league, Gilda conceded, though deep down she thought that, in time, she could catch up to the massive woman. If nothing else, it was a nice dream to pursue.

Gilda accepted the steak and eggs from the server-bot, then ordered a plate of bacon and waffles as an afterthought.

***

This is very encouraging, Overseer Mikhaela said. Gildas psychological profile had been sent to her first thing that morning, and the descendent of Overseer Yumi eagerly read through it. Gilda wasnt the first Breeder to display an enthusiasm for pregnancy, nor to express, right after their initial pregnancy, a sadness the cycle had ended. However, where other Breeders had grown to accept repeated pregnancies as just a fact of life, a mild disturbance in a life of pleasure and frivolity, Gilda seemed different.

The signs had apparently been there since Gilda was a small girl. Her attention to images of pregnant women and cartoons that featured the massively gravid was more pronounced than in her peers, and her intake of fertility drugs leading up to her initial pregnancy was more than 35% above what was encouraged among those reaching maturity.

But the question was, would she be so eager after going through pregnancy and childbirth the first time? Signs of post-partum depression and a decreased interest in pregnancy-related media and images popped up during her hospitalization, but once she returned to the Breeders Dorm her attitudes quickly reverted to her previous ways.

Subject spends a higher-than-usual amount of time looking at the forms of pregnant women, both real and in media, specifically by 47% over median. read the report, Traditional signs of arousal are present, but subjects tendency to rub her own belly or increase food consumption in response indicate feelings of lust are connected to, or possibly subservient to, feelings of admiration of her own body. Discussions with peer-group have been known to center on subjects eating habits and weight gain; confirmed that subject correlates appetite and weight with fertility and health of fetuses.

It doesnt say how many children shes carrying now. Mikhaela said. Standing directly behind and to her left, Assistant Overseer Lena scrolled through hospital files. Like her ancestor Lily she was prim and direct in manner and speech.

13 babies. All in perfect health according to her last check-up two days ago.

Up from 10? Was she taking more fertility drugs between pregnancies?

Yes, maam. Two pills of Gravid-9 each morning, and one each night, increased to three each morning and two each night the week before she was impregnated.

Promising. Do we have genetic samples from her on file? Im interested in seeing how much of her spike was inherent in her.

Ill put in an order, maam. And shall we continue the psychological monitoring?

Yes. She certainly seems ambitious. Mikhaela lowered her console monitor and folded her hand in front of her, eyes glued to the large monitor at the front of the control room. On it Gilda was leaning back in her pool chair, chugging a milkshake. It was too early for her new pregnancy to be showing, but comparing the 475-pound woman to the 170-pounder who had entered the Dorm just one year ago, Mikhaela was enraptured with the possible future she represented. But does she have the will to see it through?

If youre asking my person opinion, maam, I think she does. Lena answered.

We hope she does, but theres no way to be sure.

You can always ask her. Lena responded. It was not intended to be a joke, but Mikhaela laughed nonetheless.

No, we actually cant do that. She would be the first of her kind. A new breed of Breeders, as it were. Its one thing to guide people to something they know can be done, its another to get them to do something original. I dont know about your lineage, but my ancestors were among the first to run a breeding dorm. Getting the women to agree to one pregnancy a year was easy in that they knew it was possible, and it wasnt that different from one every 14 months. It was difficult to get the program started to begin with. A pregnancy every year and half? Women werent assembly lines, churning out babies like clockwork. But once it had been done, once the women had seen other women do it and knew it could be done, then their hesitancy vanished.

Once we find the right woman for our plan, once its done and the other Breeders see that it can be done, then it will become not just an idea or a dream some of them occasionally have. Itll become reality. And once one woman has done it, other women will do it, and it will become normalized, commonplace. Then every woman will grow up thinking of it as perfectly natural. And the Breeder program will enter a new, even grander phase.

If she, Mikhaela pointed at the screen, which now showed Gilda hoisting a pie the size of a pizza onto her chest, is the herald of the new phase, then this is a beautiful time to be alive. But to be the herald she needs to be the right woman, the one in a trillion woman who can change Breeder society. We cant just go up to any woman who likes to pig out and offer our proposition to them. We need to be sure.

Mikhaela was silent for a couple minutes, watching Gilda plow through the massive pie with relentless determination, never slowing down.

We need to be absolutely sure.

***

Oof. Why is it so hard to say no to all this? Jenna asked, looking down at the half-eaten plate of mashed potatoes and chicken-fried steak. Why cant I just order one plate for dinner and stop there?

Because you need to keep your babies fed, Gilda replied around a mouthful of cheesesteak.

Oh, Im keeping them fed, alright. Im also packing on the pounds again. Do you know how long it took for me to get out of bed today? Ten minutes. Ten minutes of heaving and puffing. A pause as Jenna looked at her friend, at her friends almost empty plate. Here, do you want this?

For real?

I cant keep eating like this. Im only six months into my cycle and Im about to lose my mobility again. And if that happens, goodbye. Even with my post-pregnancy loss I might never get my mobility back. Here, youll be doing me a favor.

Gilda considered Jennas argument. Her friend didnt seem to be lying; at 350 pounds her thighs and ass were so fat it was a Herculean effort for her to walk. Her attempts at dieting had stalled once her pregnancy got going, and her attempts at exercising regularly were hindered by having three couch potato friends.

OK, but if its a favor then I need you to do one for me.

What?

Gilda swallowed her last bite of cheesesteak, then reached out to grab Jennas plate.

At the far end of my belly is an itch, and its driving me nuts. Can you get it?

Get one of the service-droids to do it.

Pleaaaaaaaaase? Gilda whined, pouting.

Jenna sighed, then heaved herself off her loveseat (she actually needed to raise the loveseat and tilt it so that she could lift her gigantic ass off it; in reality it was more like she just stepped away from the now raised seat) and walked around to the Gildas forefront.

Considering her friend, Jenna almost could not believe this had once been a petite little girl she had shared a room with. The woman in front of her was over 550 pounds and getting larger every day, a taut, pink belly with a head and limbs that occasionally quivered with the life inside it. It was no joke for Gilda say she couldnt reach the itch; the circumference of her belly was approaching triple-digits, and even if Gildas arms werent so obese in their own right (her upper arms, as fat as a normal persons thighs, were overflowing her lower arms, which had in turn swallowed her wrists) she would never have been able to reach more than a fraction of her gravid pride and joy.

Atop, or more accurately to the sides of, her belly were her breasts, the next most impressive thing about her body. Once again a prime beneficiary of her pregnancy weight, they had gone beyond any traditional cup sizes and instead only warranted comparisons to beanbags or fleshy garbage bags. As their size it was easier for Gilda to go around braless all the time now. In fact, other than a pair of panties that were invisible under all her rolls of fat, Gilda was practically naked 24/7. Proud of her size, Gilda wanted everyone to be aware of her.

Beneath her belly were a pair of thighs that didnt compare to Jennas, but which held their own nonetheless. And while it was hidden from view so much as Gilda spent almost all day in bed or seated on a couch, her ass was such that it actually raised her a couple inches in her seat.

Jenna couldnt help but feel admiration for her friends growth. It was impressive, certainly, and she also felt a bit proud to be her friend. As Gilda started in on the potatoes and steak, Jenna slowly knelt down and began scratching around Gildas popped-out navel.

Here?

A bit higher. To the left. A little more. There. Oh my god, thats perfect. Thank you.

Jenna kept scratching, watching Gilda shovel spoonful after spoonful of mashed potatoes into her mouth with a hunger as if she had just sat down after running 10 miles. Her belly and breasts looming so high from this angle, Gilda looked not so much like her friend, but like some kind of fertility goddess enjoying the offering of a supplicant.

From then on Jenna found herself ordering more food than was necessary, and giving the excess to Gilda in exchange for itch-scratching or belly rubs. She still gained, ending her second pregnancy ten pounds shy of the 400 mark, but she was still mobile and active.

Gilda, meanwhile, grew ever fatter. Before Jenna left for the hospital her weight had topped 600 pounds and wasnt slowing down. She was reaching Bethanys weight from when she had first come to the Breeders Dorm, but the older woman had gained over 150 pounds in that time since, taking into account her own post-pregnancy losses in the interim.

As her third trimester carried on it seemed all Gilda did was eat and sleep. Some days she wouldnt even show up to the lounge or pool, instead contacting her friends via video feed and explaining that she had ordered so much food it would just be easy for her to stay in her room and eat. Those days were especially nice, because with her privacy Gilda could summon a sex-droid (a small robot with a long, thick arm) and be pleasured as she gorged all day long.

With her friends unrelenting growth Jenna wasnt surprised to return to the dorm and find Gilda had traded in her belly hoverboard for a mobile loveseat of her own, an attached platform under her feet giving her belly support as it moved from her room to the lounge or pool and back.

Gilda went to the hospital weighing in at 640 pounds, all 13 babies as healthy as her first batch. When she came to after the delivery she was feeling considerably better than after her first delivery. A Shifter-doctor was standing nearby, ready to tend to her. Gilda looked up at her and asked,

I was wondering. Is it really necessary to wait an entire three months between one pregnancy and the next?

The Shifter, familiar with Gildas file and the monitoring order on her, knew how to respond.

Well, from a safety perspective its the only way to be sure. There are a few women whos bodies cant handle the stress of repeated pregnancies so close together. Not all women, but a few.

A plausible answer that could placate a curious but not committed Breeder, but while leaving the door open for the idea that its possible. The question was whether Gilda would take the bait.

But most women can handle it? Like, say, being impregnated a month after giving birth? Or a couple weeks?

Bingo. A mile away and many stories up, Overseer Amelia watched and smiled.

Shes perfect. Amelia said. Almost. Theres one more thing, and its crucial. What cartoons does she prefer?

Assistant Overseer Bea found the section in Gildas file about her viewing habits and responses, both conscious and subconscious.

Mothers Day seems to be her favorite, but she also loves The Women of Apartment 18.

Hmm. Overseer Amelia knew little about the particulars of the various programs produced for the Breeders. By and large they were unimaginative fluff, recycling ideas, characters and even dialogue from shows made decades before. But there was the inescapable fact that the Breeders were influenced by the shows emphases on the joys of pregnancy and the hedonistic lifestyle the Shifters provided for them; it helped keep them docile, more prone to enjoying life at a languid pace. Mothers Day is about the massively pregnant woman, and Apartment 18...?

Roommate cooks. Lots of scenes of food and eating. In the average Breeder any form of consumption, either snacking or full meals, is about 12% higher during or immediately after watching an episode compared to those who do not watch the program. In the subjects case her consumption levels can reach up to 28% higher while watching the show.

So she loves to eat, and shell eat more while watching cartoons about women eating. Good, good. Take a memo, Bea. For the animation department, specifically the writers at Apartment 18. I want them to write a new episode that includes a specific idea

***

A few days after her delivery Gilda was still lying in the hospital, enjoying a nice post-milking meal while watching cartoons. It was almost time for The Women of Apartment 18, and a new episode at that.

The cartoon started like normal; Joanna, the responsible one, haranguing Paige, the goof-off, for once again making too many pastries and pies for them to eat or give away.

Just get rid of the food before I get home, Joanna ordered her roommate, knowing well that in all likelihood she would come home to find Paige lying on the floor, bloated belly rising in the air, empty plates and pie tins scattered around her. That was typically how many an episode ended, and Gilda wondered why an episode was beginning with that premise.

The answer, it turned out, was Paiges bright idea for getting rid of the excess food. After a montage of Paige trying to down pastry after pastry, the cartoon blonde stopped and rubbed her jaw, sore from so much chewing. Then her gaze wandered around the kitchen, stopping on a blender and random bit of tubing.

Another montage followed of Paige constructing something. When the montage ended and she stepped back, Gilda had no idea what it was. There was a large plastic bucket with the blades of a blender in the bottom, and a hose leading from one corner of the bucket. Gilda watched with growing curiosity as Paige filled with the bucket with the remaining pies and pastries, poured in a couple gallons of chocolate milk, and then put a lid on the bucket. Then the blonde grabbed the free end of the hose, put it in her mouth, and flicked a switch.

To Gilda, it was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. The machine blended the pastries and pies together, which mixed with the milk and started to flow down the hose. For the next few minutes, Paige sat back sucking on the hose, rubbing her belly and eventually unbuttoning her pants. Gilda was rapt as Paiges belly, lovingly illustrated in every possible detail, stretched out and grew taut, until finally the bucket was empty and Paige sat back, sighing contentedly.

As far as feeding scenes went this wasnt much different from what Apartment 18 usually had - a focus on the belly filling in, the orgasmic mood of the woman eating - but the idea of the feeding machine was so unique that Gilda was stunned. Did such things exist? Machines to mince and puree food and supply a stream of liquid that Gilda could just lie back and drink? Not even having to lift her arm from plate to mouth, not even having to chew and chew?

Gilda only paid half-attention to the rest of the episode - Paige spending the rest of the day eating almost all the food in the house with the help of the machine, Joanna coming home to find her roommate stuffed beyond measure; over the next week Paige began spending more and more time on the machine, gaining so much weight she outgrew all her clothes, before Joanna makes her get rid of the machine and get rid of a little exercise, the status quo restored - instead searching the internet for feed machine, and feeding machine.

Unfortunately all she found were a couple posts on message boards about the episode that had just aired. At least three other women had seen it and been enraptured as Gilda had been, but none knew more than Gilda did.

When the Shifter-doctor came in to check on her the next day Gilda asked about the feeding machine.

Do those things exist?

The Shifter-doctor, as before, knew how to answer.

They were never common, but they did exist. Since the cartoon aired theres been some interest in them, and a few are being produced for Breeders that meet special qualifications.

The Shifter-doctor didnt explain what special qualifications needed to be met, but Gilda was so elated just by the thought of having her own machine she spent the rest of the day eating like she was at the height of her last pregnancy.

The day before she was ready to return to the Breeders Dorm, Gilda got a surprise.

How are we today? Eager to get back to your own room and your friends? The Shifter-doctor strolled into her room, beach ball-sized breasts wobbling back and forth freely.

I guess, Gilda answered.

Well, before you go, I have a surprise for you. You were asking the feeding machine you saw on TV?

Yeah? Gilda said, sitting up in bed as much as her 600-pound body could manage.

You seemed really eager about it, so I inquired, told the production facility about your appetite and gift for gaining, and they agreed to give you one of the first models.

The Shifter-doctor stepped aside to reveal a modified server-bot with a bucket and hose resting on top of it.

Its completely automated. You just order whatever food you want and the delivery-bot will insert the food into the bucket, and this little guy can operate itself. All you need to do is hold onto the hose, she handed the free end to Gilda, who immediately placed it into her mouth before realizing there wasnt any food in the bucket, and you can control everything else with this remote, which she handed to Gilda.

Oh my god, thank you. Gilda was ecstatic. The Shifter-doctor had barely turned around to leave before she was tapping furiously at her control pad, ordering platters of lasagna and pasta smothered in meat and cheese.

When the food arrived the delivery-bot did as the Shifter-doctor had promised, dropping the food into the feeding machines bucket. The server-droid then sealed the bucket and began churning and mincing the food. Gilda put the free end of the hose back into mouth, the seconds dragging before the first bit of liquefied food appeared in the hose, flowing up and up before finally - FINALLY! - reaching Gildas mouth.

It was even better than she had imagined. So decadent, so delicious. Gildas body began writhing in orgasmic bliss with such fury it was a wonder the bed didnt break under the force of so much flesh rocking back and forth on it.

Gilda had found her new addiction, her love of food and gorging taken to a new level. Her entire trip from the hospital to the Breeders Dorm lounge she had the feeding machine hovering next to her loveseat, the hose in her mouth. When she reached the lounge and pulled up to her friends she took a couple more deep swigs before reluctantly taking the hose out of her mouth.

Dont tell me Jenna said, noticing the hose in Gildas hand.

I am not surprised. Bethany said. When I heard about that thing, I knew you were going to want one.

Youre not? Gilda asked, taking another swig. I would have thought youd be first in line.

I like the act of eating too much. Its no fun to just sit back and suck on a hose.

Im afraid well have to disagree on that. This is divine. Another long swig.

Over the rest of the day, and the following week, Gilda was seldom without the hose in her mouth. Her part in the conversations, as little as it had been beforehand with her constant eating, shrank to even less until she got the idea of using the messaging system in their consoles to contribute her own thoughts and opinions. When her friends humored her method of communicating solely via IM, her actual speaking moments dropped to nothing. Entire days could go by where Gilda would be sitting next to the other three and not saying a single word to them, instead tapping messages into her console.

Eating during almost every waking moment had an obvious effect on Gilda; she exploded. Leaving the hospital just over 600 pounds, she was back to her pregnancy-high within a few days, packing on close to five pounds a day. When she was unexpectedly summoned to the hospital a week later, she was approaching 665 pounds.

Gilda was nervous when she received the text. It was all but unheard of to be called to the hospital, or to anywhere really.

The Shifter-doctor that had attended to Gilda after her last pregnancy was gone, but she saw a resemblance between her and the new, clearly younger doctor. Obviously her daughter. But there were also two other Shifters, one in a business suit and one wearing a military-style coat and cap. Business Suit was a redhead and looked only slightly older than the doctor, but Military Coat was approaching the end of her cycle. Her immense breasts burst out of the coat like twin jack-in-the-boxes, and the sleeves of the coat looked a bit tight around her large biceps.

Gilda furiously sucked a couple last swigs from her feeding machine before she removed the hose.

H-Hello?

Hello, Gilda. Military Coat answered. Im Aurora. She held out a hand. Gilda took it and shook it limply.

Youre not in trouble, in case you were worried about that. In fact, we might have good news for you.

Gilda didnt say anything.

After your last delivery you asked your doctor if it was necessary to wait three months before being impregnated again. It actually would be possible to impregnate you sooner. In fact, we could do so right now.

Now? But its only been three weeks.

It is unusual, I understand, and we will have to take some precautions, but biologically speaking theres nothing extraordinary about it. Its just not common. But we Shifters have always made the pleasure of you Breeders our top priority, and why should we let your apparent eagerness to get pregnant again go unfulfilled if we can help you?

I I dont know what to say. Gilda gasped.

Would you like to? Become impregnated again, right now?

Yes! Oh god, yes! You have no idea how much I love being pregnant, how good it feels. Oh, Im sorry. That was probably rude of me. Shifters cant get pregnant.

Military Coat smiled warmly.

No, we cant, but we dont mind. We get pleasure in other ways. But keeping you happy is what matters. Doctor?

The Shifter-doctor came up to Gilda with a paper cup of red liquid.

In addition to impregnating you we would prefer to do some light reconstruction work on your uterus, to help it handle the stress of more frequent pregnancies better. Its perfectly safe, but we will need you asleep for the operation. If you agree, this will put you to sleep.

Gilda didnt even pause before taking the red liquid and downing the entire cup.

Sleep came quickly.

***

When she came to Gilda suffered a moment of disorientation before she remembered where she was and why. Then she was gripped by the most powerful hunger pang she had ever known. Looking around, she found her feeding machine right next to her bed, blessedly filled with food already pureed. She grabbed the hose, turned it on, and began sucking with all her might.

After several moments the hunger pain subsided, and she realized she wasnt alone. The Shifter-doctor was sitting next to her bed, reading something on her tablet.

Feeling OK? Just nod if you are.

Still sucking furiously, Gilda nodded.

Good. The painkillers should keep you that way for a while. The operation was a success, both the improvements to your uterus and the impregnation. So congratulations. Well just keep you here a couple days and then you can go back to the Dorm. If you need anything, just call.

Gilda spent the next couple days as she had before coming back to the hospital, eating and talking to her friends via text message. Jenna thought she was mad for wanting to get pregnant again so soon, and Bethany felt it was cheating, just like the feeding machine was.

You should just enjoy yourself, not force yourself to gain so fast. Itll come naturally.

Vicky responded that Bethany was just upset Gilda was sure to pass her as the fattest in the group at this rate, a claim Bethany did not deny.

Gilda did seem determined to prove Vicky right, at least. Her return to the Dorm was silent, in that she was spending all day, every day sucking on her feeding machine. The five-pound-a-day rate of growth slowly edged up to six pounds, then six and a half. Gilda wasnt even conscious of her intake increasing, she just consumed day in, day out.

It was in the third month of her third cycle that Gilda finally passed Bethany. The elder girl had been gaining steadily herself for the almost two years that Gilda had been at the Dorms, moving from over 600 pounds to within striking distance of a half-ton. A monumental feat, rather rare among the Breeders.

But Gilda was making her look like a sick animal, the way she gained. With her feeding machine, and her third pregnancy confirmed at 17 fetuses (she wondered if the Shifters had given her something more to make her even more fertile), her weight methodically climbed the scales past 700 pounds before the first month of her pregnancy was finished, then 800 pounds a couple weeks later, then 900, and finally, less than seven weeks after she was impregnated again, she hit 1,000 pounds. Gilda had set her computer to alert her to this milestone, rather than tracking her weight against Bethanys. She respected the older girl, and agreed a little that she was given a hand-up by the feeding machine, so she didnt want to make any hay of the competition between them.

Once she hit 1,000 pounds, it was like Gilda had reached a new level of gaining. Whereas Bethanys body was having trouble keeping the weight on her, having reached some sort of plateau, Gildas was locked into a self-perpetuating cycle. The more she gained the fatter she got, which meant she could eat more, which meant she got fatter

Gildas body added weight anywhere and everywhere to her body, but the prime receptacles were her always impressive belly and breasts. They grew so large they defied description, and instead she and her friends charted their growth with the additions and upgrades her motorized couch (already specially designed for her) needed to keep up with the belly that kept growing outward and to the sides, and her breasts that soon needed special trays to hold them up and keep them from flowing to the ground.

It was impossible for the other Breeders to not be aware of Gilda, and shortly the behemoth woman became a celebrity in the Dorm. More and more Breeders would gather around Gilda during the day, like she was a mobile meeting point for friends. Some just liked being in her presence, and some became enamored, in a way, with Gilda. She never wanted for a pair of hands to rub her belly or perform other services.

Through her pregnancy Gildas astounding gains became even more impressive. The Shifters cooked up a special high-caloric formula of cream, butter, and lard for her that helped take the edge off her hunger when she woke up, and it soon became a favorite treat for her (and a few devotees wanting to emulate her girth in their own way) any time of day. A second server-droid was soon commissioned to Gilda, always carrying a personal vat of the formula for her for when she wanted.

Under the constant flow of calories and encouragement of her devotees the rate of gaining six and a half pounds was soon a memory, and seven, eight, or nine pounds daily became normal. By the end of her fifth month she was about to break 1,500 pounds, shattering any records for Breeders and setting new ones every day. A month later she was 1,800 pounds, and in less than three weeks the entire Breeder Dorm had an all-day party and gorging to celebrate Gilda reaching a full ton.

The brunette herself simply sat there, unable to do anything but drink or wave her fingers enough to operate her console. Unable to see herself, she asked her followers to provide pictures of her.

She was bigger than she thought possible. The centerpiece was her belly, no surprise, which was so large that if she didnt know from personal experience she would think her arms and legs were that of a normal person. In reality they were each as large as some of the Breeders around her, each weighing hundreds of pounds on their own. But compared to her belly, they were twigs.

Her breasts, meanwhile, were great mounds of fat that from certain angles blended into her belly, making it seem larger than it was. They each weighed over 300 pounds, gelatinous and flattening on the platforms that held them up, but still round and full.

Her belly, though That was her pride. Not just because of how fat she was, but also because of how full of life she was. She could feel them all the time, her babies. Squirming around inside her, kicking. It was beyond description the joy she felt at being a mother, being so pregnant. It felt so good she could bring herself to climax just by rubbing her thighs ever so slightly, the stimulation being enough to bring orgasm after orgasm.

It was in her seventh month that Gilda received another summons to the hospital. By now she was approaching 2,300 pounds, so really it was just a formality for the Shifters to send her a text inviting her before they remotely ordered her couch and feeding machine to them.

Aurora was gone, and the new Military Coat introduced herself as Jasmine.

You certainly have been a busy bee, havent you? You know, in the Before Times someone like you wouldnt even be possible. Not like this, at least.

She sidled up to Gildas belly, caressing the naked flesh of her breast, teasing her nipple.

Women couldnt gain this much weight and still be healthy, and they certainly couldnt be pregnant while being so fat. Mother and babies would die.

Sadness in her voice.

Fortunately, you were born in this era. You were born FOR this era, in one sense. You are a Breeders Breeder, Gilda. No other woman has displayed the ambition for, the love of, being pregnant and fat like you have. Youre an inspiration. Do you know among your Dormmates the average weight has gone up forty pounds during your latest pregnancy, and is still climbing? And that requests for fertility medicine have gone up 1100%? They want to be like you.

Gilda felt herself swell with pride, though at her size a little bit of swelling was imperceptible.

And Im sure you want to do right by them, Jasmine continued. Your case is special, but with its specialness comes certain issues.

Basically, youre almost too big to continue.

Gildas pride vanished, replaced with fear.

If you continue at the rate youre going, its only a matter of weeks before youre too big for your lungs to push against the weight bearing down on your chest, too big for even your specially designed chair to get around the Dorms. We designed these things with room to spare in mind, but we never expected someone like you, Gilda.

But fear not. Every problem has a solution, and we think we have one for you.

Jasmine held up a tablet for Gilda to look at. There were schematics for some cylindrical object on display.

***

It was a tank. Filled with a medicated solution that got rid of the stretch marks on her belly, Gilda was suspended inside it. The weightlessness took all the pressure off Gildas chest, and allowed her to grow as large as her body could in perfect comfort.

Which was very large indeed. When her body reached its final weight (just a scooch over 3000 pounds) Gilda was a mass of gravid corpulence measuring almost thirty feet around at the widest part of her belly. She filled up almost the entire tank, coming close to overtaking the Shifters predictions about her growth, until finally she reached a point where even as she spent every waking moment (and even some sleeping moments) sucking on the ever-present feeding tube, she wasnt taking in any more calories than were necessary to maintain her weight.

A facemask allowed her to breathe, kept the feeding tube in her mouth, and special lens acted as computer consoles that she could manipulate via specially designed gloves she wore on her bloated hands. Even once submerged in the tank Gilda was an active part of the Breeder Dorms social life, interacting with all the Breeders who gathered around her tank to bask in her fertile glory.

She only came out of the tank once, when she reached the end of her third pregnancy. She was kept on oxygen to help her breathe, and being out of the warm fluid of the tank felt depressing and shocking; she told her doctor she could not wait to be put back in where it warm and comforting.

But before that happened, Gilda was given an offer she could not refuse. Her gift for larger and larger litters, she was told, had made her an inspiration to the Shifters, but they had an idea to help her realize a potential she didnt even know she had.

A few months later Gilda was back in her tank, a needed-to-be-seen-to-be-believed belly attached to a woman who would weigh half a ton even without her fertile immensity. Her days were still spent eating and socializing with other Breeders, but every other hour her body would convulse in orgasmic pleasure, her belly knocking against the side of the tank with a muffled bump, bump. Then she would stiffen as the orgasm peaked, and down below a small mass would pass through a large hose leading out from between her pillar-sized thighs. Another baby had been born.

With the help of the Shifters, Gilda had been turned into a baby assembly line. Instead of going through the natural human gestation cycle, her uterus and womb had been transformed into a factory that would endlessly nurture and grow fetus after fetus, popping them out with clockwork regularity.

She is the future. Overseer Kendra commented, a single finger brushing the monitor in front of her. The natural way of a few babies every nine months was too inefficient. Now well have a steady output of infants from her, and its only a matter of time before other women follow.

Our estimates show the typical Breeder would only produce half of the babies Gilda is able to. Assistant Overseer Miranda said, her eyes perpetually on her tablet.

Doesnt matter. The resources-to-baby ratio would still be light years ahead of the current Breeding program. Have you done the psychology profiles on the other potential applicants?

Still underway, but we have a few promising leads. Virtually all of them are from the newest arrivals to the Dorm, the people who came after Gilda and were the first to gravitate to her when her weight began to skyrocket.

The older ones are more set in their ways. Kendra said. When they arrive at the Dorms theyre excited, eager for their first pregnancy. Once they go through a couple cycles they become entrenched. Little variety in their day-to-day lives, nothing to look forward to except years of pregnancies and eventually moving to the retirement home. But for the younger ones Gilda will represent a goal. Something to maybe shoot for.

Well still be years from even half of the Breeders being willing to go through the conversion.

Theres no rush. Our success with Gilda shows it can be done, and it plants the idea in all the other Breeders in the Dorm. Another Breeder will help the seed grow, a couple more will make it blossom. The ball is already rolling; it just needs time to gain momentum.

And how will this go beyond our Dorm? Miranda asked.

Ive already sent my reports up the chain. How theyll get other Dorms to follow our example isnt my concern.

***

In keeping with Gildas status as the biggest celebrity in the Dorm, her tank was moved to the center of the main lounge. From waking until going to sleep she would have visitors around her tank, talking to her via text or, occasionally, inside the tank itself. Now and then a smaller woman, one not encumbered with babies or fat, would climb up and into the tank, stretching their arms out and hugging her tremendous belly. Feeling all the countless babies squirming underneath. The more adventurous ones would get in place before her clockwork birthings, riding her belly as Gilda bucked in orgasmic ecstasy.

But usually, it would just be a large gathering of Breeders circled around her tank, the prime positions in front of Gilda reserved for her three friends.

Bethanys weight plateau turned out to be mutable; after each pregnancy she would lose some weight and then gain it back as her appetite returned, and each new pregnancy came with a gain of about 50-60 pounds. Smaller than the typical Breeder, but it put and kept her above the half-ton mark, and at that size it was impressive her body could even keep any new weight on. In response to Gildas constant pressure Bethany gave the feeding machine a try, but she was disappointed. It wasnt as much fun, she said, as actually tearing off huge bites of food, as cramming the food into her mouth.

Vickys appetite, while not in the same league as Gildas or Bethanys, remained constant enough that each subsequent added another hundred pounds to her body. After a few years she was approaching Bethanys size, but carrying more of her weight in a belly that fell to the ground when she sat down. Deciding it was easier just to settle into a motion-chair instead of struggling with a hover platform for her belly, she settled into immobility like someone caught outside with an umbrella accepting the inevitability of getting soaked.

Less easygoing on that front was Jenna. With her second through fourth pregnancies she struggled to keep her mobility, swimming countless laps and counting her calories with a near obsessive scrutiny. But it couldnt stop the fact that her body saw it as necessary to gain weight during her pregnancies, and that it was predisposed to putting most in her ass and thighs. Jenna was a trooper; even as her lower legs became so fat they swallowed her ankles and would touch the ground when she stood, she was still able to very slowly take one step, swing one redwood-sized thigh around the other one, and take a second step.

But the time came when she had to concede defeat, and once she accepted she could no longer stand up or walk under her own power, or even make any real headway even with the help of a service-droid, her attitude did a 180. Free to sit back on an ass that kept growing bigger, raising her higher into the air, Jenna rediscovered her love of food and tried to make up for lost time. Once she became confined to a motion-chair, she very quickly went to work ensuring she would never get out of it.

Many Breeders, more every month as a new group would trickle in, saw these three as the elder stateswomen of the Dorm, mentors who would encourage them to have another side of bacon, order a couple more burgers. And Gilda was something else entirely, a goddess in her own right. The average weight in the Breeders Dorm ticked upward more and more as the influence of the four became an evermore entrenched part of Dorm culture.

***

A few years after Gilda entered the tank, one of the younger Breeders became a regular visitor in her presence. Ashley had dirty-blonde hair and spent the three months leading to her first pregnancy all but inhaling fertility drugs. Even though she only had 10 babies (perfectly average for a first pregnancy) she spent the entirety of her cycle in an unending euphoric haze. The feeling of being pregnant, of the lives growing inside her, was even better than she had dreamed of.

But better than that? Gilda. Her enormity was breathtaking, the aura of maternity around her intoxicating. Ashley could almost swear the pleasure Gilda was experiencing saturated the tank she lived in, and when she touched the outside of the tank it gave her a contact high, encouraging her to eat and grow ever more.

And when she was in the tank with her? Right on top of her, skin to skin, riding her as she rocked back and forth? Ashleys brain was on fire, and she could only imagine what it was like for Gilda herself.

Ashley finished her first pregnancy over 200 pounds heavier. Above average, but it would only be the start for her. When she came out of her medically-induced sleep she only had one thought on her mind. Looking up at the Shifter-doctor, she asked

The procedure that Gilda had done on her. Could I go through it?
