Tabitha 2

	Tabitha lay on her back in her laboratory on the floor, breathing deep and clutching her pregnant belly. Letting out a low, guttural moan of pleasure, she pushed until the last remaining imp inside her slid out from her now gaping vagina. Two imps that had been birthed just moments earlier were both greedily gulping down her breastmilk, each of them grasping one of her titanic tits in their arms. Her duty finally done, she waiting for her legs to stop shaking before she stood up again, the suckling imps grudgingly giving up their milk tank with a wet pop. A batch of four imps, or super imps as she called them, now stood before her, awaiting orders. After the catastrophic error that wound up leading to an amazing discovery (and incalculable amounts of raw pleasure), Tabitha had figured out how to stuff her womb with only a small amount of imps instead of the army that she had summoned the first time. This particular batch was only four, but with no major projects she was currently working on, they were more than enough. Two of the imps instinctively fluttered off and grabbed one of her robes and clothed her, which given the absurdly exaggerated curves she now sported was no easy task. Tabitha looked at herself in a mirror that hung on the wall and thought Little skinny Tabitha, not so much anymore! with a grin. She turned to her imps and told them to prepare a few ingredients and in unison they all flew off to gather them. Alone in her lab, she sat down at one of her benches and began to prepare an experiment.
	A knock at her door several hours later interrupted her studies. She sighed and rose from her seat, huge ass barely supported by it, and jiggled down the stairs as her imps waited for her to return. Several circular staircases later, she arrived at and opened her door, curious to see who could possibly have made the trek all the way out to her tower. Surprisingly it was a messenger from the king, a young man surely still in his teens and he stood before her and said nothing, his eyes glued to her boobs, jaw agape at their enormity. Tabitha cleared her throat and said “If you’re quite finished, I assume you didn’t come here just to stare.”
“Oh, uh, my apologies. His highness King Reginald requires your presence at the palace with a request.”
“What’s the request?”
“Sorry ma’am, I wasn’t told. I was only to ask for your presence.”
“Very well. Tell the king I shall see him tomorrow.”
“Excellent. And uh… ma’am… you’ve sprung a leak or two.”
He turned and ran off after saying that, but as Tabitha looked down she realized he was right. Two wet spots had appeared where her nipples were, and had been leaking with such volume that the pure white of her milk was now obvious. Cursing under her breath, she returned to her lab to find her imps waiting. Without saying a word, she lifted her robe over her head, standing nude once more. Hefting her tits up with some difficulty, she pinched her nipples and twin jets of warm cream shot across the lab, spattering onto the floor. She let her breasts go and they dropped against her torso with a loud slap, and the imps knew what she wanted. They fought amongst themselves for a brief moment before the two victors presented themselves. Tabitha walked over to a chair, sat down, and shifted her breasts forward, her needy teats dribbling their cargo. The imps latched on and sucked like a pump, liters of milk disappearing down their throats, her breasts shrinking as their reservoirs depleted. Tabitha leaned her head back and succumbed to wave after wave of pleasure until it was simply too much to handle and passed out.
	Tabitha awoke with a start in her chair the next morning, covered by a blanket the imps must’ve draped over her. Looking at the clock in her lab she saw that it was nearly noon and cursed, flinging the blanket off herself and shooting out of her chair. Her various parts jiggled, throwing her off balance for a moment, but she soon stood firmly. Looking down, her tits had engorged over night, the milk having replenished itself after the previous night’s draining. Hoping to avoid a milky meltdown, she knew that while the imps would certainly drain her, it would take a while. Fortunately she had crafted an invention that would draw out all her milk in a short time. Walking up to another table in her lab, she picked up a pair of cups attached via hose to a magic machine. Placing the cups on her puffy areolas, she switched it on and grabbed the counter of the table until her knuckles turned white while heavy, quick breaths escaped her lips. Her nipples swelled outwards at they were sucked, the copious flow of milk draining to a tank behind the table. After a few short minutes the process was complete and without suction, the cups easily popped off her tits. Drained and ready, she put on some underwear (the first time in quite a while), a loose robe, grabbed her broom and was off.
	A short flight later she arrived at the castle, landing right outside the doorway to the keep. The startled guards raised their weapons, but Tabitha just sighed and made her identity known. Embarrassed, the guards quickly opened the door for her. Even with her loose robes, her curves could not be totally hidden. Several members of the king’s court ogled her, while the ladies whispered to each other. Frankly Tabitha enjoyed the knowledge that she inspired lust, awe, and envy all at the same time. As she approached the throne, King Reginald shooed away his advisor and made himself look official, although one or several glances at Tabitha made that a bit difficult. She stood before him in silence as he looked her over, eventually saying “You called for me, your majesty?” Shaken from his stupor, the king said “I… good heavens Tabitha, what happened to you?”
“An experiment I was conducting didn’t quite go as planned.”
“I see… well anyway, I have called you here for a request.”
“You often do, your majesty.”
“Yes, well then, I’ll get right to it. The kingdom to the north is preparing for war. A war with us. Now, we currently have a trade deal of some importance with them, which I reason is the only thing holding them back from attacking now. Their army is formidable, and not one I believe we can defeat at this time.”
“If I’ve told you once I’ve told you a hundred times, I will not fight in your wars.” Tabitha said, rather indignantly.
“Calm yourself Tabitha” the king said waving his hand, and continued “I’m not asking for that. What I am asking for is your help in preparation for the coming conflict. Word has reached me that the enemy’s armies are bolstered by magical beasts. A scant few in number, but powerful nonetheless. I’m asking for you to help us level the playing field.”
“So you wish for me to summon a few beasties for you? That I can do, with the right reagents.”
“Well, it’s not that simple. As I said, this conflict is not likely to occur for several years until the benefits of the trading agreement become less valuable than the proposition of invasion. If you could perhaps give us monsters that can be trained and kept waiting, that would be ideal.”
“Hmmm….” Tabitha furrowed her brow and contemplated the complexity of his request for a few moments. No real options occurred to her at that exact moment, but Tabitha was not one to give up so easily.  She looked up and said “I’ll need some time to prepare this request for you, but I believe it can be done.” The king clapped his hands and smiled as he reclined in his throne. “Excellent! As always Tabitha you exceed expectations. Once this task is complete you have but to make a request of me and I shall grant it.”
“I thank you your majesty.” Tabitha gave a short curtsey and excused herself.

	Before leaving the castle, she made her way to the knight’s quarters while under a spell of invisibility. Passing through a crowded dining hall, she made her way up a few floors to a specific room. Once in front of it, she became visible again and knocked. After a short pause, it opened to a handsome knight. Seeing his guest, he smiled and said “Ah, I knew you would be visiting today, but not when. It’s fortuitous that it happens to be on my short rest period.” He welcomed her in and turned his back to her, going to his desk where he shuffled some papers. Tabitha took the opportunity to magically disrobe, and when he turned around to address her again he gasped and froze. She slowly approached him, swaying her hips as much as she could, their ridiculous size not requiring much effort to do so. Her breasts gently bobbed up and down, and when she stopped in front of him she said “What’s the matter Hector, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“T-tabitha! What on earth happened to you?”
“An unintended side-effect of a recent experiment. What’s the matter, does it displease you?” she teased, reaching up and placing her hand on his cheek. The brave knight quickly regained his composure and whispered “Not at all…” as he too began to disrobe. After a brief tussle with his belt, he was naked, and the two of them grabbed and groped at each other with reckless abandon. Quickly discovering her milky cargo, he delighted in the rich cream. Despite her tanks having been thoroughly emptied a mere hour before, they held enough to satisfy him. Once the foreplay was over they made passionate love for quite some time, long enough to where a squire had knocked on the door asking for Hector. He awkwardly told him to go away while Tabitha smiled beneath him, and shortly after that the two wrapped up their session.
	While Hector fumbled with his armor, he asked Tabitha what the king had wanted from her. After she explained it, he shot her a concerned look, saying “Don’t do anything reckless Tabitha.” She sat up in his bed and scooted to the edge, grabbed her huge tits, and squirted some milk at him and said “Me? Reckless?”
“Funny. I’m serious though, summoning beasts of war seems extremely dangerous even for you. Just be careful please.” He fumbled with his chest plate, trying to do the straps on the back. Tabitha stepped up, still nude, and fastened his armor for him. As she worked she said “Don’t worry. I’ll figure out something.” Soon Hector’s armor was fully assembled, and with a kiss he bid her farewell. She covered herself and escaped out his window, levitating to the ground once more under the cover of invisibility. Summoning her broom, she, like her lover, was soon off.

	Tabitha tapped her foot in frustration as she sat in her lab chair. Her summoned imps busied themselves with chores as their master schemed. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she lifted one of her tits, positioning the nipple at her mouth, and drank her own milk while she concentrated on the king’s request. Greedily gulping, she thought His highness wants minions but not wild summons, ones that can be trained… but how does one train a minotaur? With a pop she released her milk tank and it slapped against her stomach as it fell. She flipped through a few more manuals of magic and monstrous tomes, searching for an answer. After several hours, going through most of the books in her library, she was finally rewarded for her thorough study. A rather ancient tome regarding a civilization who once used magical beasts as mounts and shock troops in their expansive empire was just what she needed. Contained in the pages was a multitude of techniques for training and building a relationship with these beasts, even up to the mighty dragon. There was however one problem: all of the techniques were centered around training the beast from its childhood. Tabitha closed the book and angrily slammed it on the counter of her lab table. Where the hell am I going to find minotaur children? Or a dragon for that matter? she pondered, looking out the window of her tower. It had since grown dark, her entire day having been spent cooped up in her lab. Consumed by the problem, she turned several ideas over in her head until one of her imps tugged on her robe. Looking down, it held up a plate of food for her, which she took off its hands. As she munched she cast another look at the imp, staring at it for a while until a devious smile crept across her face. Her problem, she believed, had just been solved.

	The next day Tabitha prepared a gate spell, and teleported to the underworld. Contrary to its name, it was actually a rather pleasant place, a hub for magi, magical beasts, and demons alike. The most standout feature was, of course, the huge magical market which attracted magic users from far and wide in search of reagents and new spell books. Tabitha strolled through the crowded street, vendors in stalls trying to sell all manner of weird things. Finally, she arrived at the place she needed to be. As she entered the store, the vendor, a drider, called out to her, shouting “Hey, long time no see! Tabitha, your mandragora formula is the talk of the botany scene. I hope you remembered to thank old Estelle for providing you with the materials necessary?”
“Yes Estelle” Tabitha said with a chuckle as she approached the counter, “I gave your store full credit for the tiny, almost insignificant role you played in the formula”
“What a nice girl… still toting around those ‘improvements’ to your figure, huh?” Estelle said, grabbing a big handful of one of Tabitha’s melons. She was rewarded with a wet spot appearing on Tabitha’s robe and a short but still audible gasp of pleasure. Tabitha slapped her hand away and said “Damn it! Yes, obviously. Now if you’re quite finished molesting me, I need some rather specific reagents for a summoning spell. Do you have shaved minotaur hoof and hair from a centaur’s mane?”
“Sure do, let me go back and get some for you.”
“Wait. There is one other ingredient, one I kind of doubt you have but might as well ask about… Do you have a… dragon scale?” Estelle cocked her head and gave Tabitha a suspicious look. “Now what on earth do you need one of those for?”
“This is for a request from my king. He is asking for some… impenetrable armor, and nothing is more impenetrable than a dragon’s hide” she lied. Estelle tapped the front four of her spider legs in a rhythmic pattern, obviously considering whether or not to grant this request. She stopped her incessant tapping and said “I DO happen to have that dragon scale. But I want you to know I’m only doing this for you because your experiment brought me some new business. These are incredibly difficult to come by, so I hope you’re prepared to pay.” And pay Tabitha did, over a thousand gold for the ingredients in total, the dragon scale being well over ninety five percent of that total. It was a significant chunk out of Tabitha’s coffers, but in the end, it would be worth it. She thanked Estelle and left, making her way out into the street again. As she made her way back to the teleporting area, a vendor called out to her by name. Being a stranger, she was curious how he knew her. He said “Are you not the famous Tabitha, master of mandragoras?”
“Why yes, yes I am” she said, her prodigious chest puffed out with pride. The vendor smiled and held out his hands, a small statue held between them. “This gift is for you then! That formula saved my daughter’s life, it’s the very least I can do.” Tabitha took the statuette from his hands, and immediately recognized it as a fertility idol from a long-forgotten goddess. She held it up to inspect it further, and it was certainly old… extremely old in fact. Looking down to question the man further, he had disappeared completely. Not one to be caught in a trap, she used detect magic on the statue, but found no mystical energies emanating from it. It was a fat, dumpy little thing, but it was a gift nonetheless and as far as she could tell a harmless one. Shrugging, she put it in her bag and resumed her journey to the teleportation area. Once there, she wasted no time in going home.
	Once she had returned, she took a moment to inspect the dragon scale. It was huge, as large as a dinner plate, and it weighed as much as steel. The deep red hue shimmered in the glow of the candles on the wall, and for a few moments Tabitha was enchanted by its spellbinding beauty.  She shook herself out of her reverie and place it on the counter. The bottle of minotaur hoof shavings followed, and a bundle of centaur hair joined the other two. Finally, pulled out the icon that the mysterious stranger had given her. Again she gave it a look-over, to spot any magical sigils or traps that would indicate an intent to harm, but once more she came up with nothing. Holding it in her hand, she went upstairs to her room and disrobed, placing the statue on her dresser. She jumped into bed, her gargantuan butt acting as a huge cushion. Her breasts sloshed around, eventually settling at her sides as she lay on her back. Excited for the next day, she found it difficult to fall asleep, but after an hour of tossing and turning with the occasional milky snack, sleep came to her.

	The next day she awoke and took a few hours to mentally prepare herself for what was about to happen. A hearty breakfast, an hour of stretching, and another hour of another, more lewd kind of stretching. Finally satisfied with her preparations, Tabitha jumped out of her bed where she had just been masturbating with the largest dildo she owned. Her voluminous rump made a loud clap as her cheeks slapped together, and the large phallus slid out of her pussy, slick with her juices. A small shiver of ecstasy shook her, but she calmed herself and then made her way down to the lab in the nude. Her imps had already prepared the summoning circle with the necessary items in place and cleared enough room for the beast to stand. Tabitha assumed the position as one of the imps fluttered up to her and handed over the jar of minotaur hoof shavings, along with a specially brewed fertility potion. She downed the potion in one swig and then carefully sprinkled the shavings in the runic pattern necessary and then began the chant. Several words of power later, the summoning circle began to glow and with a flash, a full grown minotaur had appeared before her.
	Snorting loudly, the beast took in its new surroundings, searching the room until it’s vision settled on the small, pink figure before it. It stared at the diminutive thing before taking a few cautious steps forward, it’s hooves clopping loudly on the stone floor. As a summon, Tabitha could technically order it to do whatever she wanted, but while she gave no orders, it was free to do as it wished. She stood in place as it slowly approached, it’s phallus slowly unsheathing itself. Apparently, it liked what it saw.  Its bestial shaft gave off a musk that threatened to overwhelm her senses, the sheer strength of its pheromones washing over her like a haze.  Taking a deep breath, she thought get a hold of yourself Tabitha, don’t let it run wild. Fortunately for the both of them her order would be something each would find agreeable. Tabitha turned around and presented her huge ass to the minotaur and reached back, spreading her cheeks as wide as she could. She gave the order for the minotaur to approach, and he wasted no time.
With speed uncharacteristic of such a large form, it was upon her in one large step. The head of its monstrous cock wasted no time plunging into Tabitha’s welcome and waiting pussy. Tabitha screamed, a mix of pain and pleasure, while the enormous member pushed itself all the way in. Her huge, inhumanly flared hips where the perfect size for the minotaur to grasp on to as it began to move. As Tabitha was taken from behind, she could feel the fur of the minotaur’s legs as they pressed up against her while he attacked her slit like a piston. The flesh of her ass rippled as if caught in an earthquake, each powerful thrust by the minotaur making lewd slapping noises. Her breasts jiggled and jostled to and fro underneath her, the violent assault causing them to spray their milk cargo onto the floor beneath them. After a few minutes the pain subsided completely, and Tabitha was overwhelmed by raw pleasure, the volume of it fogging her thoughts. After savagely attacking her like this for several minutes, the minotaur sniffed curiously at the air. It tilted its head and noticed the small puddle of milk forming beneath her, and got an idea. Using his large, powerful hands, he lifted her off the ground and spun her around on his cock so that she faced him. Tabitha grunted in surprise as she felt his cock shift position in her pussy, now hitting her most sensitive spot. Suspended off the ground by his dick, she grasped his chest for purchase, but he put an arm around her waist to keep her aloft. With his other hand he grabbed one of her bobbing tits, and squeezed it roughly with his hand. Tabitha clenched her teeth as a huge jet of milk shot out and splashed against his face. He licked it to sample it’s taste, and must’ve been satisfied, because he immediately tilted his head down and with his big tongue licked the leaking milk from her nipple, then grasped the teat in his mouth and sucked.
The suction was FAR more powerful than the imps, and Tabitha was stunned by the sensation of such rapid draining. All the while the minotaur had never stopped thrusting, and the combinations of sensations brought Tabitha to the brink. The monster’s cock plunged into her over and over again, it’s flared head scraping the walls of her vagina in a way she had never felt before, and the minotaur had switched to her other tit, siphoning its creamy cargo. She gasped for breath, rapid panting interspersed with grunts and howls of ecstasy. The minotaur pounded away at her until with one big push, he drove his cock as far as it could, pushing right up against her cervix. He threw his head back and gave a roar, and his grapefruit sized balls tensed up as a huge amount of seed was ejected into Tabitha. Her stomach swelled as her womb was filled with his cum, until she appeared nine months pregnant. After what seemed like an eternity, the flow of semen stopped, and the minotaur let her go as she slid off his member, collapsing into a heap on the floor. The minotaur admired his handiwork as he slowly disappeared, the summoning spell having reached its end. As she law on her side, gasping for breath and letting out slow, sputtering moans, the excess cum leaked out from her onto the floor. The brutal fucking proved too much for her to handle in one sitting, and she fell asleep on the cold floor.

Tabitha awoke an hour later, the stink of cum and milk almost enough to make her gag. Summoning her imps with a thought, they quickly began to clean the mess, while two of the four helped her up. Her legs were shaking and she was sore as hell, but these feelings soon subsided. Taking a break to eat and refill her strength, she soon found herself once more in her lab, the copious amounts of various bodily fluids having been removed by her helpers. Her breasts were a little deflated after the thorough draining they received and rather than the puffed out firmness they usually possessed, they now sagged slightly, assuming more of a teardrop shape. Her ass was still a little red from the absurd amount of force it was just subjected to, but as she rubbed her hands over her giant butt cheeks, it dissipated. Mentally preparing herself for the second phase of her plan, she moved once more to the summoning circle, again prepared by her minions. Taking the lock of bundled centaur hair she placed it in the circle and performed a ritual almost identical to the previous one, with some slight variation. Shortly, a centaur was summoned into the lab.
Unlike his bovine counterpart, the centaur addressed Tabitha directly, saying “I have been summoned, whisked away from my home by a mage without even the decently to wear clothing?”
“Calm yourself centaur. I have summoned you here for something more pleasurable than battle” she said, hefting her tits with her hands with a wry grin. The centaur cocked his eyebrow and said “You seek to breed with me?”
“That is correct. Surely the proposition entices you?”
“I am not beyond pleasures of the flesh. But we centaurs are a proud race, what use does a human mage have for a centaur child?”
“It’s not for me. I’ll be truthful with you, as I know centaurs value honor over all things. The child, or children, will be given to the local king, where they will be taken in as knights in training. Upon reaching adulthood, they will be the mounts for their fellow human knights, and ride into battle with them.”
The centaur stamped his hoof on the ground, and paced for a few moments. Tabitha places her hands behind her back, puffing out her chest, swaying them enticingly back and forth. Eventually the centaur capitulated and said “Very well. I shall give you my seed. Assume the position.” With a wave of her hands, Tabitha summoned to the room a large, floating bar for the centaur to grab on to, and a small breeding rack for her to lay on, much like one would find on a ranch. Coitus between the two of them was going to be a tad awkward due to the differences in their anatomy, but it would definitely work.
	Hopping onto the rack, Tabitha presented her ass to her waiting lover, and the centaur gave an approving whinny before approaching. Soon he was totally over her, his equine shaft having fully exposed itself. Turning her head, she spotted it throbbing and pulsing, eager to hit its mark. The centaur grabbed the bar she had summoned for him, and said “Are you ready?” Tabitha patted his underside and scooted herself up on her breeding rack to press her slick opening up against his cockhead. All the confirmation he needed, he lurched forward, plunging all the way to the hilt in one powerful go. Tabitha let out a shout, and the centaur stopped for a brief moment, but Tabitha urged him forward, and so he started again at an urgent pace. The wet squelching noises and lewd slapping that came from under his horse half, coupled with the low, sustained moans, only drove him to further speed. He pulled himself up higher with his bar lifting his front hoofs off the ground, inadvertently pulled Tabitha up with him. She gasped as she was forced to shift her position from being face-down, ass-up to a high squat. She placed her hands on her knees and began to rhythmically pushed back in time with the centaur’s thrusts. Her huge tits flopped around wildly, slapping against her arms and body, and her breaths quickened to the point where she would almost pass out. The added stimulation of his partner coming back as he went forward proved too much, and he let out a roar while a deluge of cum flooded into Tabitha. Warmth filled her womb as it puffed out a bit, not as much as the minotaur but vastly beyond any human capability. She collapsed face forward back down onto the rack as the centaur gently lowered himself so as not to hurt her.
	As she gasped for breath, he slowly back away from the rack, exposing Tabitha to his sight for the first time since the deed began. This session had not been as intense as the previous one, so Tabitha was not rendered unconscious from it, but she did struggle to move herself off the table of the rack. White semen oozed out of her pussy as she tried in vain to lift herself enough to slide off, her arms still shaking from the pounding she just received. Suddenly she felt two hands grab her under her armpits and lift her off the rack, placing her gently onto the ground. The centaur looked at her and said “I trust it was satisfactory for you?”
“Don’t… huff… get snarky with me… I can see the sweat on your brow.”
“I see your tongue has not lost its venom. Perhaps I should have put it to use on my cock.”
“Well I suppose… pant… I’m lucky you didn’t… I’ve stopped the spell, so you should return shortly.”
“Take care of the foals you mother. I have a reputation to maintain” he said before he too faded into nothingness. Tabitha collapsed onto her plush ass, and sat there for several minutes while she waited for all the pleasure centers in her brain to stop firing at once. After a short time she was able to stand again without shaky legs, and desummoned the equipment her previous fucking had required. Once more her imps were on the scene to clean any residual fluids, and after eating a very, VERY large meal, she returned to her lab to begin the final, most dangerous phase of her plan.

	Once she felt herself mentally prepared, Tabitha returned to her lab for the third time today. The exhausting activities of the day had eaten up most of the daylight, and dusk now settled across the kingdom. As the dim light filtered in through the window of her tower, supplemented by candlelight, she drew the most intricate and painstakingly accurate hex sigil she’d ever done in her life. In the center of it she placed the still shimmering dragonscale. Tabitha, still nude, rubbed her hungry womb and gave it a pat. The seed she’d partaken of would surely have done their jobs by now given the sheer volume of it, but engaging in sex with minotaurs and their equine brethren was one thing, being impregnated by a dragon was another matter entirely. Half-dragons existed in the world, so it was obviously possible, but were often the result of a dragon polymorphed into a human shape lusting after a human man or woman. Dragons had notoriously fickle taste in lovers, so for Tabitha to engage in trying to both find a dragon at all and convince him to mate with her could take years if not more. So in lieu of that, she’d opted to perform a ritual that would reconstitute the essence of a creature from some part of it, in this case the scale. She would attempt to use this essence to foster draconic life in her waiting womb, and not just a half-dragon, but a full dragon. Clearing her throat, and clapping her hands, the imps that had been helping her stepped away from the circle as Tabitha began.
	The incantation lasted hours. Dusk had passed and the light of the moon draped over Tabitha as the night passed onwards. Extreme precision in both the verse and motion of the incantation was required, and Tabitha’s full focus was on recalling the exactly. Her imps fluttered about as she cast her spell, changing or refreshing the ingredients lying in the sigil as necessary. Time seemed to crawl by, but finally after several agonizing hours and with one forceful sweep of her arms, the incantation was finished. Ingredients on the ground, carefully arrayed in the circle of the hex sigil began to ignite, and the dragonscale in the center rose from the ground and hovered in the air at shoulder level. It began to give off an unearthly glow, before suddenly disintegrating. Tabitha gasped, but was shocked to see the glow from the object remain where it had been, hovering before her. After a few moments, it shot forward, disappearing into her abdomen. Tabitha clutched at her stomach as she was wracked with pain, doubling over onto the ground. Her imps watched with caution as she gasped for breath and yelled in torturous misery. Minutes passed that for her felt like an eternity, the feeling of fire burning throughout her entire body causing her to writhe in agony. Slowly but surely the feeling subsided, and Tabitha, drenched in sweat rose to a sitting position. The feeling of warmth had now become pleasant, and to her surprise and joy, it centered in her womb. The spell was a success, and after her imps helped her back up, she made her way to her room after an absurdly long and trying day.
	Upon entering her room, she made a beeline straight for her bed. Already naked, there was no need to disrobe, so she simply fell onto her mattress and rolled until she was centered upon it. Her stomach growled, having been neglected for the sake of the ritual. Tabitha heft both of her tits to her mouth, and suckled both nipples at once. The milky goodness was drained in large gulps, as Tabitha figured the rich, high-fat cream would suffice for a meal in place of real food. Satisfied, she let go of her nipples and breasts, which flopped to the side and let out a small jet of milk as they landed. Unsurprisingly, she fell asleep almost immediately. Unfortunately, she was not as alone as she thought she was. Watching her from the dresser, the innocuous fertility statue exerted its unseen force upon her. Tabitha assumed she was pregnant, but she had no idea just how pregnant she was going to be. The mysterious power emanating from the idol made sure of that.
	Tabitha awoke the next day to a welcome but puzzling surprise. Her belly bulged far forward, as if she had reached a full term normal pregnancy already. She knew that she was pregnant with rather large non-humans, but this much after just one day? Rolling out of bed easily, she hopped to her feet and went downstairs to her lab, for the dual purposes of draining her milk tanks and trying to figure out what exactly is the cause of this mysterious phenomenon. Once she had sat in her lab for a while, having munched on a breakfast prepared by her imps, she poured over a few texts as another two of her servants helped themselves to her bare breasts. Over the next few hours she did a deep dove on the mating habits and fetus growth of all the species she had knocked herself up, but came up empty handed for an explanation. They all had similar gestation periods – Tabitha had chosen them specifically because of that. Around ten to eleven months for the lot of them. Tabitha had really prepared herself for the long haul with this job, but apparently, it wouldn’t take that long at all. Leaning back in her chair, she placed her hands on her already big belly and gave it a rub. A mysterious growth spurt with a womb full of monstrous creatures was actually pretty disconcerting, but she tried to look on the bright side: this would take a lot less time than she thought.
	For the rest of the week things proceeded normally, with the growth slowing down to what Tabitha assumed was a normal pregnancy. After all, this was the first time she had been properly pregnant, umbilical cords and all. Once the first week had passed however, she began to notice some strange effects. A pounding headache when she woke up every day at the side of her head by her temples and a dull but constant itch underneath her titanic tits. These annoyances persisted throughout the week, however, as the next week dawned, it became apparent that something was going wrong. Bumps had appeared where the pain was focused in her headaches, and the itchy spots has grown into their own bumps. As Tabitha tried to research a possible root cause or cure, the fertility idol perched on her dresser slowly began to lose its many scratches and blemishes. By the time the first month of her inhuman pregnancy was nearly over, Tabitha sported some very recognizable, if not small, cow horns. The very ones that her bestial lover had sported. Furthermore, the annoying, itchy bumps had blossomed into a second set of breasts underneath her top ones. Tabitha practically tore her lab apart every day in a panicked bit to discover what was happening to her. Every library book read twice, magi consulted via scrying spell, and even consultation with demons in the underworld yielded no results. Hope faded into despair as Tabitha settled into the realization that perhaps she had done something that no magic could reverse.
	After a day of yet still fruitless research, she gazed downward at her belly, now having grown to the point where her bellybutton was only barely within her reach. Whatever number of creatures gestated inside her were apparently still not mature enough to kick, which she was at least grateful for. Gingerly she touched the horns on her head. Curving out and then almost immediately straight up, they didn’t exactly resemble minotaur horns to the letter, but they were close enough. Having grown past the soft nubs they were a few weeks ago, they now ended in menacing points sharp enough to prick her finger, and she swore as she put her finger in her mouth to numb the pain. Using her free hand, she hoisted a leaky tit up to inspect the one underneath. While not yet at the volume of its counterpart, they bottom set were still swelling larger and larger by the day. She rubbed a finger over the newly formed nipple and shivered with a jolt of pleasure. A moistness confirmed that the bottom set were lactating as well. Sighing, she looked over at her pumping machine and thought I suppose I’ll have to make a few adjustments.  The final week of the first month saw her growths accelerate before stabilizing. Her horns now protruded seven inches upward from her head, and as she feared her bottom tits had grown just as large as her top pair. Her chest, or chests, almost immediately turned into a sweaty, chafing mess if she attempted to cover herself up with one of her robes, so she was once more forced to traipse around her tower in the nude. Another curious side effect seemed to be that she was growing slightly taller, although for the entire month her vertical movement had not exceeded an inch, so she paid it no serious mind. Often she found herself lounging in one of the tower’s living areas as her imps serviced her with either food or drink. Another key service was the near constant need for the draining of her milk tanks, and she was eternally grateful that the imps seems to have bottomless stomachs for the stuff.  Finally, the first month came to a close, and with it Tabitha hoped that her strange transformations had ceased. Her belly had official grown beyond her ability to hold it all in her arms, but since she was so used to a bloated form by now she carried it with ease. As she headed into her fifth week, she crawled into her bed as easily as her frame would allow and turned on her side, gently caressing her dome until she fell asleep. With its unsuspecting supplicant fast asleep, the fertility statue once more gave her its “blessings”, as it had every night, the unseen force pushing Tabitha ever further down the strange path it had plotted.

	As the first week of the second month reached its middle, Tabitha had once more been greeted by still more changes. As it had been in the previous month, her womb had expanded by leaps and bounds. It had begun to approach around half the size she had been when first pregnant with imps, although several other changes had some surprising but welcome effects. First and foremost being her legs had become much more muscled than they were before, which is to say not at all. Tabitha had also awoken one morning to find her feet hanging over the end of her bed; while her initial growth spurt had been insignificant, by the middle of the first week she had shot up six inches. The combination of these two benefits rendered her bulging belly a little less absurd on her frame, and she duly appreciated the extra oomph her new legs gave her. Walking around her tower with a smile on her face, she was just relieved to not need to waste any magic power on constant levitation spells. Her quad of tits were just as needy as they were when it was just two, and so she spent a significant amount of time at her milker, which did embarrass her slightly. She tried to avoid the thought of comparing herself to a cow, but at this point it was a pretty apt description.
	The weeks rolled by, and Tabitha continued to grow. By now her breeder bump was too big to afford any other sleeping position than on her side, even her newfound muscles unable to cope with the immense weight. Often waking in a pool of her own milk, she had rigged her milked to exert constant, soft suction while she slept to avoid having to wash the sheets every day. And her appetite was ravenous, so voracious that she surprised even herself. She absolutely tore through her entire pantry every day, despite it being magically restocked to full each night. Unsurprising however, since now the children she carried actually did depend on her for nourishment. As the weeks rolled by, the third week of the second month saw her growth taper out. While she had began this journey as a somewhat petite woman of 5’4”, she now topped well over 6’5” even without her horns. Envying herself in the mirror, she certainly looked impressive, her powerful muscular legs having also continued to thicken and tone. This did present a bit of a problem though, since all the doors were tailored for a normal sized Tabitha. Often she had to duck under the door frame so her horns didn’t clack against the door frame, which titled her forward, making her lose her balance front-loaded as she was. Her belly would hit the floor and she would struggle to regain her footing. Sometimes she just didn’t even bother, and rested in that unflattering position. Another rather curious effect had been the growth of her hair. Usually sporting a springy bob cut her hair now extended far past her shoulders, down to the middle of her back, almost like a horse’s mane.
	By the time the fourth week rolled around, Tabitha had gotten curious as to just how many she was carrying. After all, it’s pretty difficult to totally empty a magical kitchen every single day. Waddling unceremoniously to her lab, she gathered some ingredients together to cast a locally centralized scrying spell. The entity she would be scrying was her own bulbous belly. With a thought she summoned her imps to her side and they began to complete the task mentally given to them. Tabitha struggled not to laugh as two of the imps cooperated in painting a spell circle on the front of her dome. Their little brushes finally traced the interior pentagram and traced their soft bristles over her belly button and she couldn’t help herself but laugh, her huge stuff womb bouncing up and down. Her imps peeked around her sphere and gave what she assumed was a cross look, and she apologized and let them continue their paint job while the other two imps did their assigned duty of routinely draining her tits. Once everything was in order, her imps backed away as she incanted the spell. A brief flash illuminated the contents of her oversized weight, and her jaw dropped. No less than four minotaurs and three centaurs gestated within, but neither of them were the star of the show. Centered between them was a large unmistakable egg, the mark of the dragon. Shocked beyond words, Tabitha’s concentration broke and the spell dissipated as she fell backwards on to her tremendous and now quite tone butt. She took her hands and parted her leaking tits to get a good downward look at the monster menagerie she now knew she sported in front of her.
	Composing herself, she was hoisted to her feet with help from her little demonic friends and she stumbled towards her workbench. Taking a seat which strained for dear life under her enormous weight, she grabbed the book on monster training that had gotten her started on this whole venture. Feverishly flipping through the pages, she searched for any mention of multiples in that ancient civilizations breeding program. To her dismay, Minotaurs only ever came one at a time, and while twins were possible for centaurs, triples were nigh unheard of. She closed the book and thought How? HOW is this possible? I must be hefting around half a ton of weight from all these creatures… that fertility potion was only to guarantee that cross species fertilization was possible, there shouldn’t have been a boosting effect… four minotaurs, gods this is going to kill me. And that egg… as the edges of panic began to eat at her. Her distress drained her energy quickly and before she knew it she had retreated to her room. Lowering herself into a bed that was now too small for her, she rolled around in bed, sometimes literally, for a few hours before settling into a fitful sleep. Watching intently, the fertility statue had now shed its old ruined veneer completely. Rejuvenated by the veritable zoo of life gestating before it, a beautiful woman, arms holding a pregnant belly now stood in place of the old dumpy idol. Even though it’s eyes still remain shut, the power that flowed from it, now in ever-increasing intensity, still easily found its way to the unsuspecting priestess laying before it.

	That night, while she slept, Tabitha’s unconscious had strange and bizarre dreams, and she tossed and turned relentlessly. She was shocked awake but a burning sensation in her belly, and quickly brought herself into a sitting position. Massaging her sides as best she could, the heat would not dissipate, and after a few moments Tabitha felt an immense pressure building from deep inside her. It pulsed greater and greater until it could be contained no longer, and Tabitha let loose a low growl and he belly expanded in her hands. Before it was enough to act as a shelf for her tits and gently nudge her now vast thighs, but as it swelled in her arms her legs were pushed almost completely apart. Her womb surged outward at least a foot, pushing her top set of breasts up into her chin as they and their counterparts sprayed four intense geysers of milk. The unchecked expansion continued until her belly extended out a full six feet from her frame, and it pulled her forward off the bed until her butt was only barely on the mattress.
	Drenched in sweat, Tabitha struggled to maintain consciousness between heavy pants. Unlike imps, this expansion was too much too fast, and had not been pleasurable. Huffing and puffing, she attempted to lift her enormity on to the bed to no avail. Sighing, she began the incantation for a levitate spell when once more she was gripped with searing pain. Her body sifted and squirmed as, just like her belly, the slight growth she had been experiencing happened all at once. Growing in height by a few feet in a matter of moments, the cracking and snapping as her limbs extended could barely be heard over her anguished cries. As if one pair weren’t enough, another set of horns sprouted form her head, sweeping forward instead of up, their points aimed straight ahead as they curved around her existing ones acting as a crown. Perhaps the most bizarre transformation was one that caused Tabitha to lurch forward as a long appendage shot forth just above her ass. It grew until it was several feet long and waved back and forth over the mattress. Her vision having blurred due to the incredible pain, Tabitha could not see the final change, but could feel it as the skin on her arms, legs, and… tail itched incessantly. Attempting to scratch the annoyance, she recoiled when she felt that the flesh on her arms had rapidly turned into scales, and so had the rest of the areas affect. Indeed, only her face, front of her neck, tits and belly were spared. Panicking she quickly went below to check her nethers, but they were thankfully bare as well.
	The ordeal lasted only a short while, but the effects were immediate and apparent to anyone with functioning eyes. Once she was certain all of it was over, Tabitha dared to have a go at standing. As she did so, not only was she able to stand under her own power, but if that wasn’t shocking enough, she now towered over her old height. Looking up, her ceiling was now dangerously close to her head, and if she reached upwards, she could touch it. Considering her ceilings were ten feet tall, Tabitha wagered she clocked in around eight and a half feet tall. Her gargantuan belly stretched out in all directions, and as she looked at the door to her room she was resigned to the fact that she’d have to magically adjust all of them to accompany not only her width, but her height as well. Gentyl touching her new horns, they were different in texture to her others. While the vertical horns were smooth and shiny with needle like points, these new ones were ribbed and thicker, ending in a more dull edge. Her new tail thrashed around behind her, the totally alien sensation causing a little discomfort. Focusing a little bit, she brought it under her control. Turning her head to look at it, she finally saw the extent of her scaling. The scales themselves burned a deep red, the same color of the scale she had used for the spell. Brushing her fingers over now scaly body, it felt smooth, like stones in a river, although this also lead to the discovery that her fingers had morphed into claws. After taking several minutes to really believe that this person was indeed her, she placed her arms under her breeder dome and cautiously stood up. Astonishingly, it was easy for her; her new size coupled with her powerful leg muscles made walking a simple task… at least in theory. The ground was still obstructed at least eight feet forward and the sheer enormity of her pregnancy made every step a battle against her arch foes gravity and momentum. Carefully stepping up to her large mirror, she examined what would fit within it. Four titanic leaky breasts, long mane of hair, clawed hands and feet, covered in faux-dragonscales, 2 sets of menacing horns and too tall to fit entirely within the mirror itself.
	Slowly, she retreated to her bed and sat down, her thighs spread apart completely by her womb. Rubbing what little of her belly she could reach she thought I look like an abomination, a mishmash of creatures never intended to be mixed… and yet it’s not that bad… I can finally reach the before her musing were interrupted by the touch of a bump on her hand. A bump that had come from within her. At first there was excitement, since up until now the infants gestating inside her had yet to move. She had been getting worried about them. Her tune would change however as that baby’s brothers woke up as well, a sea of motion playing out on the surface of her overstretched midsection. Suddenly she was forcibly reminded of what she carried, as these kicks were not the ticklish, pleasurable movements that the imps made, but rather the thrashing of young minotaurs and centaurs made her wince in pain. The six-limbed centaurs pushed outwards, stretching their legs as much as they could, and the gestating minotaurs seemed to be having an all-out brawl with each other inside poor Tabitha. She rubbed her belly profusely, asking politely for her children to be calm in between a repeated “Ow, ow, ow.” Finally frustration turned to anger. She pulled her arms back and slapped her belly while shouting “Enough!” Remarkably, her squabbling offspring listened, and the movement stopped. Breathing a sigh of relief, she scooted back onto her bed and laid down, he legs stretching far off the frame. Cautiously she probed her belly, looking for her babies. Several hands pushed back at her as she examined herself, and she determined that, through whatever was causing these transformations, had sped up the process of her gestating by a factor of at least 4. The one child that did not thrash for obvious reasons, was the dragon. Even being nestled deep in the center of her giant mound, she could feel the weight and size of the egg. As she lay in bed, she popped one of her nipples into her mouth and began to drink while she thought about their arrival. It wouldn’t be long she suspected. Switching from breast to breast she eventually drained all her tanks by herself, which she attributed to the zoo growing inside her, after all, she hadn’t eaten today. The sweet cream coupled with the exhaustion of everything that had transpired that day quickly put her to sleep.

	The following weeks passed without any further incidents, which soothed Tabitha’s dread that any moment would turn her into a twenty foot fire-breathing monster. Her appetite certainly seemed like it belonged to a giant though, as she tore through her entire pantry several times a day. She spent more mana summoning various foodstuffs than doing experiments. Meat, bread, and vegetables disappeared into her with astonishing speed, helped by the new dragon-like teeth she’d recently developed, her already voluminous orb stretching to confine it before shrinking after it had all been processed. Surprised by the freedom of movement she still possessed, Tabitha was often up and about in her tower. Carrying on experiments in her lab, reading in the library, or lazily sleeping the days away, she certainly wasn’t slowed by the monstrous menagerie extending in front of her. Well, at least until she had to go through a door. While in her lab, she attempted to remove one of her dragonscales to further study it, but it turned to ash not soon after it was remove to her great displeasure. Seemed like she wouldn’t be getting rich off her own scales unfortunately. The children grew more and more active, often waking poor Tabitha in the night. Moving their legs as if in a full sprint, the bizarre shape of the centaur’s four legs shifted across the flesh of her belly. Their minotaur brothers always engaged in fitful bursts when they got started, and painfully thrashed within her. All of them were so active she began to worry about the safety of the dragon egg.
	As the end of the third month drew closer, Tabitha could scarcely go an hour without her tits creating enough milk to drip out of her in an ever flowing stream. She was nearly constantly hooked up to her modified breast pump, and produced so much cream a day that she completely filled two 15 gallon dairy containers. While she enjoyed the taste of herself, she was forced to begin dumping it out to make room for later draining, and her faithful imps moved around the clock to maintain the machine and make sure the containers were prepped and ready. Milking time was, at the very least, a relaxing break from the tedium of waiting and gestating, the slow constant pleasure of draining soothing her various aches and pains. She traced lines across her belly, and her children responded by pushing outward. With big sweeping motions she gave it as good a rub as she could, careful not cut her soft human flesh with the claws that now adorned her fingers. She hummed to herself, the melody calming her little ones inside her as slowly but surely her milky mounds were drained of their cargo. Slowly but surely, the monotony of eating, getting milked, and struggling with the bar brawl within her drained Tabitha’s enthusiasm. The imps were squeezed out of her in the matter of a month, but being confined to the tower in such a state for three months? Tabitha rubbed her belly and thought How on earth do mothers stand it for nine months? Although I guess they’re not generally pregnant with the contents of a monster manual….Day after day the process continued, but soon enough Tabitha began to feel sparse contractions. Whether she was ready or not, her brood would soon demand freedom.

	In the dead of night, Tabitha snoozed on her now magically expanded bed. Resting on her side, the babies gestating inside her swollen womb where not quite as sleepy as she was, but not rowdy enough to wake their mother. Tabitha’s tail gently swayed back and forth on the mattress, moving in accordance to a dream Tabitha was perhaps having. The fertility idol on her dresser, still having gone unnoticed by its unobservant and unwitting priestess, had achieved its final transformation. Gone was the façade of a weathered old relic of a primitive race, replaced by an elegant and powerful woman holding a fertile and warm pregnant belly of her own. As the night passed, moonlight slowly swept through the room, finally resting on the statue. After thousands of years, the eyes of the mother opened at last, glowing with a divine and ancient power. Once more waves of invisible and unknowable magic spread forth from the idol and passed over Tabitha’s body. Her children woke and began to move, but Tabitha was caught in an unconscious meeting with a rather uninvited guest.
	Deep in her subconscious, Tabitha woke in a field. She jolted up and looked around, finding herself in a field, the sun shining bright and the sound of birds chirping in the distance. Looking down, she was nude, and covered her shame with her hands. Her hands however, were that of her normal body, as was the rest of her. Missing was the gargantuan, overstuffed belly as well. She was unburdened by any children as well as having her assets shrunk to their original proportions, and as she struggled to understand the situation, she heard a voice singing a song in a language she did not understand. Looking around, a large tree, the only one in the field, caught her eye, as well as a figure sitting underneath it. Standing, and still attempting to cover herself, she made her way to the figure under the tree. Approaching quietly, she eventually made out the form of a woman at least ten feet tall under the shade of the tree. Scared, she started to back away, but the voice stopped singing and called out to her saying “Do not be frightened Tabitha. Approach me, and know me.” Sensing little choice, Tabitha did as she was instructed to. Circling around the tree to stand in front of her, Tabitha was overtaken by the grandeur of her beauty. Nude as well, she exuded grace and charm. Tabitha was caught staring, and the unknown woman told her to have a seat. Shaken from her reverie, Tabitha once more did as she was told. There was a silence between them, until Tabitha final worked up the courage to ask “Who are you?” The figure smiled and gave her belly a rub, replying “I am the mother goddess, long forgotten by the world at large. For eons past I have gone unnoticed and without worship. The land has suffered without me, the bounties of nature dwindled and the creatures of the world lessened in number. I sense you have felt these effects.” Tabitha reflected on the entire purpose of her pregnancy: an impending war for resources. After a brief moment, Tabitha asked “Why am I here? Why are you speaking to me?”
“Because of the spark of life you carry within you. Your fertility awakened me through the idol you now possess.”
“That old thing I received at the market?”
“Indeed. It is no contrivance of fate that it came into your possession. I guided the stranger with what little power I still possessed. I granted you the fertility possible to take in the beast’s seed and gestate their young within you.”
“I took a potion for that.”
“My child, surely you do not think the infantile magics you possess could allow the success your hungry womb achieved?”
“…”
“I even gave you the form you now possess in the material world. Your body would have given out long ago from the stress of the burden you bear. You live because of my power.” From goddess’ lips to her ears, Tabitha could scarcely believe what she was hearing. But only such an intervention could possibly explain the changes her body had undergone. To think that her life would have ended without this goddess’ help, Tabitha struggled with what to say next. The goddess gave a gentle laugh, and said “There is no need for you to thank me Tabitha. You were an excellent supplicant. And I sense through your mind that there is one you cherish, and who cherishes you in turn. Once your duty is complete, go to him. The power of my transformations will take time to wear off, but I suspect he will see to you as you are.” Tabitha’s thoughts turned to Hector, but only briefly. Before being nudged out of this dream, or vision, or whatever it was, she wanted more answers. “So what now? Even with your power restored through my… fecundity… people still don’t know who you are. What’s to stop your powers from waning once again?”
“As prosperity returns to nature, mankind will be drawn to me. The other gods will come to my aid as well; my presence has been sorely missed I suspect. But the time for questions is over Tabitha. You have my thanks, and my blessing as you begin your final trial.”
“What do you mean?” The goddess smiled and said “My child, wake up.”

	Tabitha awoke to a searing pain as a large contraction shot through her uterus. Yelling loudly, she rolled over on to her back, and clutched her belly with both arms. Again and again it happened and soon she was drenched in sweat, the muscles of her dragon-centaur-minotaur body clenching under the stress. Crying out in in pain, she gasped as her water broke, drenching her bed. Sensing their master’s anguish, the imps came flying into her room to render whatever aid they could. Landing on the bed, they began to massage the tremendous dome as Tabitha continued to shout. She watched as he belly surged outwards one more, growing in pulses. Just as it got so large she began to wonder if she would be crushed, a familiar feeling gripped her as she felt one of her children drop into the birth canal. Entirely different than the imps who found their own escape, Tabitha huffed and puffed as she squeezed her vaginal muscles, pushing the baby down and out. After several minutes the head of her first child crested, and two of the four imps were there to grab it. With a few more pushes, the first minotaur was extracted, and the imp brought it around to the side to show Tabitha. She smiled with relief that birthing these things wouldn’t rip her apart, and the squealing best was put to a waiting nipple where it sucked eagerly. Once more she felt the pang of a child moving through her uterus to the birth canal, and steeled herself to continue the process.
	After an hour, all four minotaurs lay on the bed with their mother, all of them sleeping after helping themselves to a hefty serving of mother’s milk. Tabitha’s belly had shrunk considerably and given the size of the furry “little” munchkins, it was easy to see why. The minotaurs were enormous and it was abundantly clear why their natural mothers never carried more than one. But more stirring in her womb signaled to Tabitha that there was still more work to do. By the way her skin rippled, it was obvious the centaurs would now begin their exit. As she felt them move closer to her gaping cervix, she realized that unlike the minotaurs, they would be coming one right after the other. She winced and grunted in pain as the first one crested through the opening of her cervix and down through her vagina. The size of her horse half stretched her canal apart to a ridiculous degree, and Tabitha pounded the mattress with her fist in fury. Finally the head crested, and the two imps working the opening pulled gently as the child’s body began to emerge. From head to hoof, the foal measured almost two feet long, and he emerged with his brother and sister hot on his tail. The entire line of infants came out in rapid succession, stretching their mother’s hole so wide that after they had passed through it gaped slightly. The imps placed the little ones on the floor, and in standard centaur fashion they were relatively quick on their feet. They awkwardly stepped around until after a few minutes they had understood their bodies and casually walked to the edge of the bed, watching their mother struggled with her final burdern.
	Tabitha looked up at her belly, now reduced in size that she could move around with little effort. She sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed where her foals looked up at their monstrous mother for the first time. They backed away cautiously at first, but Tabitha managed a smile through her panting and sweating and offered them a chance at her teats. All the reassurance they needed, the little centaurs rushed their mother and greedily drank their fill. During the bonding time another pain shot through Tabitha, and she knew it was time for the final child to leave her womb. Shooing away her centaur brood, she stood up on uneasy legs and squatted. The imps kept her four-legged children at by while their mother discharged their final, biggest brother. Putting her hands on her knees, Tabitha gave a series of low grunts as the egg moved closer to dropping. It was huge, far larger in size than its brothers and sister, and Tabitha nervously wondered if this would work. She looked up at her dresser, finally giving the idol a look, and thought Here’s hoping that goddess comes through. Finally, the tip of the egg passed her cervix, and Tabitha cried out in pain. The width of the egg slowly forced itself down her canal, and Tabitha’s draconic teeth grinded against one another as she pushed this thing out. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the egg could be seen at her opening, the surface a mottled iridescent red. Growling like a beast, she pushed and pushed, the searing pain of passing so large an object threatening to render her unconscious. Finally, the widest part of egg crested her vagina, and the rest slid out in a matter of seconds.
	Tabitha fell forward onto her knees, then face first into the carpet of her room. Breathing rapidly, she turned herself over and lay on her back. She tilted her head and looked up to see the egg she had lain, and couldn’t believe such a large thing had actually made it out of her. Standing nearly three feet tall and two feet wide, it was enormous, and Tabitha guessed that without divine intervention it would surely have killed her. Satisfied with her performance, she let her head fall backwards onto the carpet and instantly fell asleep on the carpet.

	The next day she awoke to her breasts being enthusiastically sucked, two by minotaurs and two by centaurs. Instead of shooing them away, she merely lay there on the floor and let her children drain her overflowing dairy tanks. After an hour, the children were fed and asleep, and Tabitha stood up unburdened for the first time in three months. Still sore from the herculean ordeal from the night before, she took a few moments to compose herself. Without the enormous counterweight of the belly in front, her tail threatened to topple her backwards. After a few minutes she figured out to walk without falling over, and gave her egg a look-over. The patterning on it resembled a blazing fire, and as Tabitha put her ear up to the shell, she could hear the unmistakable thumping of a powerful heartbeat.
	Moving to the mirror, she examined her now slim body. Without her enormous fecundity supporting them anymore, her top row of breasts were thankfully out of reach of her chin, and the lower set were no longer separated by a large distance. They sagged a bit as they had just been drained, but in no time they would once more swell with cream to their perkier positions. Her stomach showed off a muscular definition she had only seem before on Hector, her abs showing through clearly. Giving her pussy a thorough examination, she was surprised and delighted to see that the huge gaping tunnel it had been last night was restored to its tight self. She admired herself until she felt a tug on her tail, and turned around to see one of her centaur young staring up at her. Its thumb in its mouth, she knew what it craved and hefted it up easily, horse body and all, and offered it one of her breasts. It suckled happily, and she rocked it back and forth until it fell asleep. Suddenly as she cradled her child she was stricken with some remorse; these young ones would be set on the path of war once given to the king. Magical pregnancy or not, they were her children. This emotion passed rather quickly as she remembered the reward promised to her and the hell they had put her through. Putting the child in the pen the imps assembled for them, Tabitha summoned a robe that could actually cover her new, enormous, horned, menacing body, and then went outside her tower for the first time in months. Grabbing her broom, she enlarged it with a spell, and set off for the palace.

	Her arrival had caused a bit of a stir; her new body made all the guards think she was a demon, and only after turning their spears into balloons and giving them a lengthy berating was she able to convince them she was indeed Tabitha. As she was lead into the kings chamber, he too recoiled in panic and demanded to know why a horned demon had been allowed into his throne room. Tabitha removed the hood on her cloak and said “That’s not a very nice way to address someone who comes bearing gifts.” Slowly the king regarded his strange tall guest and asked “…Tabitha? Is that you?”
“In the flesh. Well, the altered flesh.”
“By the gods, what happened to you THIS time?”
“Yet another unfortunate side effect of magic. Magic by the way I used to complete your request.”
“My request… ah yes! The magical beasts! I knew you would come through for me Tabitha, and at no small cost to yourself it seems.”
“You uh… you could say that.”
“Show me my beasts at once! I am excited to see the fruits of your labor.” Tabitha grinned and thought If you only knew just how right you were.
	She lead him outside to an area she had cleared and then performed a summoning ritual. A flash of light blinded them temporarily, and then the king gazed at a small pen which contained an array of useful creatures, and one egg. He looked up at Tabitha and said “Is that…?”
“Indeed, one red dragon egg.”
“Tabitha you have exceeded all expectations! Anything you ask I shall grant you! Anything!”
“Anything huh…” Tabitha had been quick to ask for a sum of money that made the king nearly collapse, but in the end he did pay it. Rich beyond her wildest dreams, she gave the king one more item before she left with a request.  Produced a blue stone, she handed over and said “Give this to Hector. Tell him to clench it in his hand and think of me.” Confused but accepting, the king made his promise and Tabitha quickly flew home.
	Several hours later, she sensed a magical presence within her lab, and knew who it was. Giggling like a school girl, she made her way down into the laboratory in the nude, grabbing the fertility statue and waited for her guest to fully materialize. She placed the statue on the lab table and took a seat on a stool. Sure enough, the figure of a knight in his tabard warped into view, and one she was quite familiar with. Hector now stood before her, and after collecting himself from the teleportation, he looked up at the changed Tabitha and gasped. He immediately drew his sword and pointed it at her, shouting “Demon, by what means have you invaded this tower?!? Where is the sorceress that lives here?” Tabitha laughed and said “You’re looking at her Hector. Don’t you recognize me?”
“…Tabitha? By the gods, the king had said you’d changed, but this is absurd! Four bosoms? Covered in scales? You could easily gore someone with those horns as well!”
“Indeed I could! All in the service to your lord I might add.”
“The magic beasts have taken a toll on you I see…”
“In more ways than one. But I don’t want to talk about that right now Hector. It’s been months since I’ve felt your touch, and I’m eager for it.” She rose from the stool to her full, giant height and closed in on Hector. He backed away at first, but once she was upon him, he embraced her. They kissed as she lifted him up off the ground. With her new strength he was like a toy to her, but one she didn’t want to break. After a brief make-out session, she lowered him to the ground then pushed him over and pulled down his pants. Despite his confusion and reservations, his cock showed none of his hesitancy and was already standing at attention. Tabitha pinned him with her powerful arms and gave him a big toothy smile, her dragon’s teeth gleaming in the artificial light of the lab. She opened her mouth and closed it around Hector’s waiting member, a wave a panic washing over him until he only felt the pleasant sucking sensation instead of the razor-sharp teeth. Tabitha serviced him with enthusiasm and vigor, and in no time he released into her mouth. The size of his load was so great that even the enlarged Tabitha nearly gagged. With some effort though, she swallowed his seed in a big loud gulp. She looked up and said “It looks like you’ve been holding back as well!”
“Who else would I save myself for if not you?”
“Oh Hector!” Tabitha squealed, a blush showing even through her dragon scales. She pushed him onto his back and crawled forward so that she was totally on top of him. She was too tall for her head to be level with his, so instead she scooted forward until Hector’s face was buried within the center of her quad-tits. He struggled for a moment before finding space to breath in the ocean of soft boob, then found the nearest nipple and began sucking with reckless abandon. Tabitha cooed in delight, and felt his turgid dick rubbing up against her warm, slick pussy. Wasting no time, she plunged herself down upon it.
	Slamming herself down up on her lover like a beast in heat, Tabitha began to drool through her sharp-toothed smile, having falling into a blissful stupor. Hector for his part worked his hips as much as he could, but the size and weight of his partner left little for him to do except relentlessly attack the only weak point present before him: her dangling quartet of tits. Alternating between sucking and milking her like a cow, Hector’s efforts were rewarded by twitches and gasps from Tabitha, audible even though her head was over a foot away from his. Reaching forward as far as he could, he was able to get purchase on a decent chunk of her sizable flanks and smacked them with all the force he could muster. The scales were a bit odd to handle, but not unpleasant, and Tabitha enjoyed the force as she pounded away. Hector however was having a bit of a problem: in his lover’s lusty frenzy, she was pounding hard enough not just to get penetrated but really knock his pelvis into the ground. If this went on, he wouldn’t be able to ride a horse. Concentrating as much as he could, he quickly retarded his arms under his giant partner’s abdomen and pressed upwards with all the force in his body. Strong as an ox, he managed not only to lift Tabitha’s torso up so she was in a sitting position, but topple her over such that they were now doing it missionary. Shocked by his strength, Tabitha said “You truly ARE my knight in shining armor!” between heated breaths and with a smile on her face. Hector assumed a position on his knees, cock still buried deep within Tabitha. He gripped her thighs as she spread her legs wide for him and began to thrust in earnest. Tabitha moaned, groping her tits and drinking from them sporadically. Loud, wet slapping noises emanated from the lab as the two of them went at it. Tabitha wrapped her big arms around him and pulled him forward into her chest(s), her breath hurried and erratic. She pulled her legs in and locked Hector in place, and a few thrusts later Hector gave one final piston shot into the deepest part of her, and Tabitha threw her head back and gave a roar that would frighten even a real dragon. Hector’s load was thick and heavy, completely stuffing Tabitha’s womb, and as the two collapsed onto each other drenched in sweat, the idol on the table smiled and gave Tabitha one final blessing.

	Several months passed and Tabitha’s various gift shrunk into nothingness until only her original form remained. Gone were the horns, scales, muscles and extra pair of tits. Indeed, even her previous endowments gave a little ground, though not all of it. The one thing that grew instead of shrank was, once more, her belly. This time though it was not stuffed with monsters, dragons, or imps, but the children between her and Hector fostered by their love. Waiting a whole nine months was a little aggravating to Tabitha, but since she had teleported her entire tower to be only a stone’s throw away from the knight’s barracks, she had the company of her lover to pass the time. The big day finally came, and the two were blessed with triplets, a number that Tabitha at least was more than pleased with. The idol had mysteriously disappeared, but she paid it no mind. It would go where it was needed.