"...Yes, yes, the excavation should be proceeding smoothly, there's no need for concern. Well, Mr. Carlos, I trust that you have the rest under control..."

Ben Devon, entrepreneur and former adventurer, hung up the phone and leaned back on his leather chair with a slight grunt as he straightened his back and loosened his tie, wishing that his phone had some sort of landline he could cut. Unfortunately, high in the sky on his private airship, he had made the mistake of installing an expensive antennae that brought his problems to him wherever he went, denying him any respite. The price of success, he supposed, and his latest project using contracted Diggers to harvest the necessary refractor shards for the rest of his enterprises required a lot of personal oversight.

But before he could get a break, his phone rang again, Devon hesitating as his hand hovered over it, wondering if he should pretend he was in the bathroom just to get a break from talking to his insubordinates for a while. He considered himself fortunate he hadn't given into temptation when he picked up the phone and was instead greeted by the voice of his secretary, who would have simply walked into his office and given him a mouthful had he ignored her calls. Although, he thought with a smirk that hadn't changed since his younger playboy years, getting to see her was worth the chewing out.

"Mr. Devon? Miss Matilda is here to see you for your twelve o' clock interview. Her ship is just docking now." His secretary said in her usual coldly professional tone,.

"Thank you, Cassandra. Send her in." The bearded entrepreneur smiled to himself, closing the folder on the documents he had been looking over and shuffling them away into his desk. A couple of minutes later his beautiful blonde secretary entered the room, her pencil skirt hugging her hips and her blouse tailored so tight you could see the curve of her hourglass figure on her waist, and yet even she was wide-eyed behind her glasses as she was followed by the enormous reporter behind her, taking slow, ponderous steps, her hips rocking from side to side as she was forced to waddle into the room. Matilda had, when she requested the interview, made a passing reference to the fact that she was pregnant for the sake of any necessary accommodations, but to call her merely pregnant would be a grave understatement.

Through years of experience Devon was able to keep his expression neutral, but his secretary did no such thing, her emotions obvious on her face as she eyed Matilda Caskett from head to toe, her eyes lingering on each nigh-perfect part of her and her radiant maternal glow. Her beautiful face, with sharp green eyes that held wit and good humour behind them, a natural charisma necessary for charming interviewees, her short hairstyle reminiscent of what had been popular back in Devon's younger years, and didn't seem remotely out of fashion on her. But it wasn't just her pretty face that was eye-catching. Eight months ago it might have been, but it was impossible to ignore the rest of her, not when it was so huge, and thus Cassandra, normally secure in her D-cup bust, had her eyes swiftly dragged from Matilda's face to her gigantic milky breasts, utterly engorged with her gigantic puffy nipples indented through her glossy black outfit. Each one was twice the size of her head or more, with an irresistible softness visible with the gentle shake of each broad footstep she made.

And yet, even such bountiful breasts paled in comparison to her bloated womb, her enormous sphere of flesh seemingly as long as a man and far too large for any one person to stretch their arms around, her gigantic future family growing inside her that seemed like it housed dozens or more. Matilda carried it with confidence despite its immense weight, a single gold line tracing the curve of her belly on her one-piece. It was clearly a huge burden that left Matilda moving slowly and carefully, her belly bouncing gently up and down, feeling as it she were to bend even slightly it might start brushing against the floor, and none would have blamed her if she had done so just to relieve the weight, yet she made it look effortless, approaching his desk as if it were just another day on the job. Perhaps it was, given that she was active in a state like this when most women would have gone on maternity leave a few months into a regular pregnancy, finding themselves too cumbersome to do more than relax and wait for their baby to be born.

And yet Matilda was an active woman, approaching him for a one on one interview that he had been more than happy to grant after acquiring a few photos of her on the job. Devon made a quick aside glance to his secretary as she looked back and forth between the two in a daze, the secretary jolted back to attention  as her professional instincts kicked in even if her brain was still scrambled by the woman before her. Cassandra was usually a confident woman, and although she had pride in herself as a professional, her true confidence came from her looks, well aware that her beauty had been why she was working in such private conditions with a rich, single man. But here she knew she was outmatched, knew that the way her employer looked at this reporter was something she could never have for herself, unless she somehow replicated this woman's remarkable fertility. She left the room with her head hung, Devon guiltily thinking to himself that he'd have to do something to cheer her up later, once he'd gotten his fill of Matilda.

"Hey there!" Matilda said casually, giving him a cheerful wave. He noticed that she had to raise her hand up, as her magnificent bust was too huge and too wide for her to do more than reach around awkwardly. They were the right size for the brood she was breeding, but for everyday life they were surely nothing more than a sexy nuisance. She didn't seem to mind however, as her hand lowered from a wave to the zipper on her collar.

"Thanks for agreeing to this in-depth 'interview'." She said with a smile, slowly tugging down the zipper to reveal a valley of milky cleavage, her huge breast squishing as she needed to press her elbow into it just to reach down that far. She was clearly wearing no bra underneath, and it was all Devon could do to not salivate there and now. But there were professional courtesies that needed to be followed, regardless of how flimsy the pretences were.

"Is the temperature in here disagreeable, Miss. Matilda?" Devon asked smoothly, Matilda leaving her chest half done up for now. Her smile subtly widened as her sharp green eyes followed his gaze drifting ever so slightly downward, and she pulled down the zipper just a bit more to reward him.

"Not at all." She smiled, holding a microphone in one hand in a gesture of an interview, yet even he could see that the recording switch was turned off. "If anything, it's a little chilly. I did a job in Yosyonke recently and let me tell you, I’ve had quite enough of cold."

"I suppose we'll have to warm you up somehow." He chuckled as she stood before his desk, her belly bumping into the edge and keeping her quite a distance from him. He briefly imagined her lifting her belly and simply dropping it onto his desk, pushing paper and pens aside until it pressed into him, but supposed that she was perhaps too responsible of a future mother for that. Or perhaps he didn't have to say "future", as Matilda had the air of somebody who had experienced motherhood before. She was a slightly mysterious reporter, clearly in her thirties but all the more vibrant for it, not a single sign of age upon her save for an irresistible maturity that appealed to him as he got on in years, now in his early thirties and appreciating older women as much as youthful beauties like his secretary, who was no doubt feeling some baby fever after seeing Matilda.

"So, Miss. Matilda," He said, leaning back in his seat. "What made you decide to seek out an elusive man such as myself? You know I rarely do interviews."

"What better way to close out my career before I go on maternity leave?" She grinned. "Sure, my colleagues might tear their hair out trying to pin you down, but the whole world knows you have a soft spot for pretty women."

"I wonder who you might be referring to. For one thing, just being pretty won’t get you into my office. In my opinion, gorgeous might be a better way to describe you." He smiled. "You did well to come to me now. Any larger and I would have had to come to you."

"The doctor tells me I won't be able to walk in a couple of months." Matilda laughed, Devon raising an eyebrow. She meant to tell him that this wasn't even the peak of her pregnancy? Perhaps he'd have to fund a newspaper article or two on her down the line...

"I'm impressed you can walk right now, let alone then." He admitted. “Now, Matilda, in your letter you mentioned you had certain... needs, that you were hoping for my assistance with before you take your leave."

“I was looking for a couple of big scoops before I go on maternity leave, and some of your old partners painted quite the picture of you.” Matilda said, turning her belly to the side so she could lean on the edge of his desk, hand planted on the surface as he was treated to a good look at her humongous hips and cushiony ass she had been hiding behind that big belly of hers, enough to satisfy any ass-man for life. Her fertility idol-esque figure had him pitching a tent in his extremely expensive pants, one that Matilda would have been licking her lips at if she could se it.

“In my business ventures or in my digging days?” He asked, Matilda letting out a short but charming laugh.

“Not those partners.” She smiled coyly. “I’m talking about the trail of broken hearts you left behind you in your trail across the world. Half the girls in Ruminoa seem to have fond memories of you.  Most of said it was an unforgettable experience, and as a reporter, it’s my job to verify the facts…”

“I suppose I’ll just have to live up to the legend.” Devon grinned, loosening his tie and standing up. Foreplay was important, but he’d had more than enough flirting with a woman who had practically declared her intent to get into his pants long before she had met him face to face. Matilda accused him of sleeping around, but his investigations into her track record showed her using her body to her advantage to great effect, and that was just from the ones willing to admit to being in bed with the media. As far as he could tell she had no ulterior motives, just that they stood to gain from their mutual attraction, and who was he to object?

She placed the microphone down while he walked around his desk, placing his hand on her belly as soon as she was within reach, feeling a kick from her lively litter within seconds. She pulled her zipper down to the underside of her snugly melons, and for a moment he expected her to keep going, only to realise that her chest was so huge that she couldn’t have pulled down further if she wanted to, not without a lot of effort. The zipper was instead an invitation to him, one he happily took in hand and gently pulled down until her massive mammaries popped free, sagging slightly onto her belly under their own huge weight. Devon didn’t want any longer, letting his hand still resting on her belly slide up onto her breast to start squeezing and playing with it. It was just as soft as it had suggested, too much tender flesh for him to possibly hold, enough for him to sink his head inbetween her cleavage if he wanted and never come out. Matilda kept herself together remarkably well for how sensitive she must have been, only the occasional gentle gasp and mewl of pleasure betraying her cool exterior.

She was too huge for him to reach past her belly and as such stood by her side, content to force himself past her breasts to reach the beautiful woman they were attached to. He leaned over her breasts to passionately kiss her, Matilda closing her eyes and happily returning it, locking lips for a good long moment before the two broke away, Matilda’s cheeks flushed a gentle red while she wrapped a slender arm around his shoulder. He used his hand not devoted to teasing her flesh to gently brush his fingers against her cheek, enjoying her soft features before inevitably, he decided it was time to enjoy her other cheeks and let his hand fall and give her ass a good squeeze, which was pushing against her tight shorts and clearly free of any panties.

He squeezed her breast again, a thin jet of milk squirting out and landing on his polished wooden desk, while more dribbled down from her engorged teat. She smiled apologetically, her body desperate to prepare itself for the enormous family she was about to birth. He started at her gently leaking nipple, his instincts kicking in as he realised that he would likely never have another chance and forcing his mouth over it, Matilda purring as he began to suckle at it, feeling the sweet milk on his tongue as he enjoyed the best her maternal figure had to offer.

“Save some for the babies.” She teased him as he came up for air then went to town on her other breast, one of his hands groping around between her breasts and belly for that zipper, intent on pulling it down the slope of her womb until suddenly, with the zipper half down, his phone rang, the two freezing in place as it rattled obnoxiously. The moment spoiled, Devon pulled himself away from her teat, glaring bitterly at the device before yanking its cord out of the back.

“Must be tough being such a busy man.” She teased him playfully, Devon deciding to waste no more time. He broke away from her, sweeping his desk clean as he quickly put pencils and paper away, dumping his phone on the expensive rug next to his desk.

“Why don’t you take a seat, Miss. Caskett?” He gestured at the wooden slab, Matilda looking a little surprised, then giggling and, with his help, planting her big ass on the table. He carefully laid her back on it, her legs dangling over the end as he could no longer see even her massive bust past her belly from the front, pulling down the zipper to show a massive pale ball of flesh standing up over a metre tall, occasionally pulsing with kicks. It was like a dream come true for him, her immensity put on display like this.

“I’m going to need your help getting back up, you know.” She remarked to remind him that there was still a woman attached to this womb, spreading her legs as he finally tugged the zipper down far enough to expose her slick, hungry pussy. He undid his belt and let his cock stand out proudly at full mast, his hands sinking into her chunky, exquisitely soft thighs as he held them spread, ready to finally plunge in….

“Sir? Mr Carlos says he can’t reach… you…”



Devon’s head whipped around faster than if a reaverbot was shooting at him to see the pale face of his secretary lighting up red like a christmas tree, the paperwork she had been holding slipping from her arms and scattering on the floor. She had carefully flung the door open, figuring she could get a little petty revenge on that maddenly attractive reporter by interrupting her interview to inform her employer that he wasn’t answering his phone, only to find a scene so steamy her glasses were already fogging up.

Devon let out an exasperated sigh, pulling his pants back up and giving her a withering look not of anger, but of frustration that the mood had been ruined.

“Cassandra, didn’t your parents ever teach you that it’s good manners to knock first?” He crossed his arms, Cassandra too flustered to do anything but stand there stuttering, unable to keep her eyes off of the beached Matilda and her whale-sized belly and what her boss had been about to do to her.

“P-p-p-please, carry on!” She finally managed to say as she looked like a deer in headlights as her employer slowly approached her, tensing up as he placed his hand on her shoulder. He noticed a particular look in her eye when she glanced past him at Matilda: jealousy. The type of jealousy he’d seen when a particular one-night girlfriend of his had found him sleeping with her best friend. Perhaps Cassandra was a little more attached to her boss than he’d thought…

“Have you been thinking about starting a family, Cassandra?” He asked suddenly, the secretary flushing an even brighter red.

“Ye- maybe- I mean, of course at my age I’m thinking of, you know…”

“Perhaps we can discuss it another day. But right now, Miss. Matilda has rather limited hours of availability, so we shouldn’t keep her waiting.” He said boldly, Matilda giggling from the back of the room and leaving Cassandra looking mortified. She let out an incomprehensible squeak then scurried away, Devon feeling a little sorry for her. It wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t compete with Matilda, but then again, he had her for one day only.

“You know, this isn’t as comfortable as it looks.” Matilda quipped from her awkward position pinned down by her own weight, debating whether to roll over or not. “I suppose you couldn’t exactly bend me over like that secretary of yours, so…”

“Why don’t we get you somewhere more comfortable like my bedroom?” Devon said swiftly, eager to get back his momentum as he helped her back to her feet. He didn’t bother doing up her one-piece again, as his bedroom was adjacent to his office and took only a minute to arrive even at her pace.

“Looks almost big enough for me to turn over on.” Matilda joked at the sight of the king-sized bed in the luxurious room before her, ponderously turning herself around like an airship slowly rotating to see him removing his jacket and dropping his pants again.

“Whatever happened to ladies first?” She pouted, Devon hurrying to disrobe before helping her pull off her own clothes, wondering just how she managed to get it on in the first place with such an obscenely huge body. Perhaps it wasn’t as hard as it looked, or maybe she had the help of a lucky man or woman in the morning. Either way it came off far easier than it went on, leaving her beautiful natural figure on display for all to see. All in this case being him, and not even his secretary could intrude this time with the doors locked from the inside, and Devon was determined enough that nothing short of a battering ram knocking down his door could force his attention elsewhere.

Matilda turned around again to show off her body, giggling softly when she felt something hard press against her plush cheeks, Matilda reaching back and working to sandwich it between her thick rump before he could even get the chance to use it.

“Somebody’s a little eager.” She said, wondering if she could make him blow his load with just her juicy ass, only for him to pull it free with a grunt that showed he had already been pushed to the edge by the experienced woman.

“Not nearly as much as you.” He pointed out, Matilda unable to deny that she would have been disappointed if he hadn’t broken free of her wiles. Then, ever so gently, he bent her over as much as he could, her belly resting on the soft carpet and her beachball-sized breasts on the end of the bed, and she let out a high-pitched moan as she was penetrated by him for the first time, Devon taking a forceful approach and putting everything he had in him to satisfy this voracious woman, pounding her so hard her ass jiggled like it had been slapped.

His hands initially wrapped around her hips, he moved upwards to where he normally would have grabbed a woman’s waist, but he couldn’t have done it with her even if she’d had a modest pregnancy, and so his hands kept going until he seized her plump breasts, all the while pumping in and out with a meaty slap and Matilda letting out an erotic moan, her playful demeanour replaced with pure lust. She gyrated her hips, begging him to go harder, letting him grope and knead her breasts while her breast milk trickled down his fingers, a constant stream as her baby-bearing body went into overdrive. He leaned over her back as much as he could, Matilda bending her surprisingly flexible body as much as he could to kiss him from the side, the two making love as fully as they could until finally, soaked in sweat, milk, and other juices, Devon came in her, Matilda letting out a womanly moan so loud Cassandra could hear it across the ship.

The two climbed onto the bed together, exhausted, but still passionately kissing while his cock rubbed against her massive pregnancy, letting him fully appreciate it in the limited time they had. Eventually the two were finally forced to rest, lying back together and basking in the afterglow.

“So, were the legends true?” He smirked, Matilda smiling seductively in response.

“Who knows how many babies I’d be carrying if you were the father?” She laughed, curling up on the bed on her side.

“As much as I would enjoy the leadup, I think I might be better off starting with just one or two.” He admitted, Matilda smiling in quiet agreement that her extreme fertility was a bit of a handful, although she was sure that her daughter Roll wouldn’t have minded a few brothers and sisters while she was growing up. Well, she had a rather handsome boy with her either way, although Roll had little interest in considering him a brother rather than a lover…

“You know, I will need some sort of actual interview from you.” Matilda said, Devon raising an eyebrow. “Hey, don’t give me that, I have to tell my editor something.”

“You couldn’t put out a column for me in the women’s gossip section?” He joked, Matilda pushing herself upright.

“How about an exclusive coverage of your company’s plans for the immediate future? You’ve been awfully secretive about what you're excavating all those refractor shards for lately.” She said slyly, reminding Devon that she was in fact a real reporter.

“I suppose I could take a few more minutes out of my busy day for a lovely lady like yourself.” He decided, Matilda smiling broadly.

“Good! Then let me just give you a down payment on that interview.” She said, greedily eying his slowly stiffening shaft before sliding her lips over it, not ready to turn on the mic just yet…