Tabitha looked down at her last remaining imp with a resigned, frustrated look. It’s skin was cracked and the color of the little creature had faded from blue to a drab gray.  Staring back up at her, it gave a small salute, and then crumbled to dust. And thus once more she was in need of underlings. This always happened at the most inconvenient time. Tabitha, a witch, has nearly perfect a new formula for growing mandragoras quickly and safely, but the procedure was incredibly labor intensive. She had summoned a full staff of laboratory assistants with a small army of imps. Despite their devilish appearance, the little creatures were mostly harmless and made excellent helpers due to their ability to fly. Unfortunately, they didn’t last very long on the material plane, and quickly disintegrated, their souls going back to wherever they came from for reincarnation. Now alone in her lab, she sighed loudly, and began to gather the reagents necessary to complete another summoning circle. Finding her stock short, she decided the matter could wait until tomorrow. The formula wasn’t going anywhere.
	The next day, Tabitha grabbed her broom and flew to the nearest magical market to procure what little she didn’t have on hand. A few motes of pixie dust, a demon’s eye, and a large chunk of amber were purchased after a long day of haggling with the merchants. She had left in the morning, but after all was said and done, it was dusk when she arrived back at her home. Although she was tired, she didn’t want to wait any longer to get the new batch of imps summoned and imparted with commands. Drawing a large circle on the ground, she proceeded to fill it the appropriate markings. Carefully, she walked around the circle placing the reagents in their assigned positions. On her way back to her starting positions, she tripped on an uneven stone in the floor, and landed squarely on her rear end. Cursing, she stood up and finally took her place, closed her eyes, and began the incantation. Halfway through the ritual, Tabitha sensed something was wrong. The energies that coalesced when beings were summoned from another plane were present, but not in the summoning circle. Opening her eyes to check the spell’s progress, she immediately noticed that one of the runes on the circles perimeter had been scuffed by her fall, and now had become something else entirely. Panicking, she picked up her spellbook and attempted to stop the ritual, but it immediately fell from her hands as a pressure in her abdomen caused searing pain. Clutching her stomach, an outward lurch cause her to look down in horror as she slowly expanded. Despite her attempts to press her midsection down, it grew outwards at a rapid pace. Surging flesh added inches, then feet to her midsection, as it bulged beyond anything she had ever seen before. One of her sisters had carried triplets, but this seemed triple that at least. Her new weight and center of gravity called her to fall backwards into a sitting position, the globe of her belly forced her legs apart. Slowly, the runes on the floor faded, and the ritual was complete.
	Tabitha was now drenched in sweat, her robes stuck to her skin as she panted, relieved that the pain had subsided at least. She gazed down at her enormous fecundity, the full reality of it still not having struck her. Cautiously, she put her hands on the sides of her gargantuan dome and was greeted immediately by a swift strike from within. Gasping, she pulled her hands to her mouth, half in shock and half in a rather surprising sensation of pleasure. Chancing to grasp her belly again, through her hands she could feel movement inside her womb. In fact there was quite a lot of it, her new occupants squirming around ceaselessly. Sitting on the ground for a few minutes more to gather herself, eventually Tabitha hoisted herself upward after adjusting to the weight of her midsection. Walking, or rather waddling over to the summoning circle, she tried to read the rune that had been smudged, although seeing anything closer than 5 feet in front of her was impossible due to her belly. Turning to the side, she finally got a good look at it. Instead of being the rune for “appear” it had been turned into the rune “mother” by her carelessness. Cursing, she looked down at her belly, it’s flesh taut and stretched to a ridiculous proportion. The skin rippled with the movements of it’s occupants, and Tabitha once more groaned in pleasure. She knew that while these imps could be banished from this plane, she didn’t know if that would banish her along with them. Resigned, she decided to carry her passengers until a solution could be found.


	It had been a week since the accident. Through exhaustive research Tabitha had discovered that she indeed would be banished to the demon realm along with the imps inside her if she attempted to do so. However another breakthrough had yielded that the imps were not permanent tenants in her overstuffed womb; they would be birthed just like any other pregnancy in due time, which apparently was about a month. This knowledge comforted Tabitha, although another predicament had begun to cause some concern: She was growing. Over the course of the week, her belly had expanded beyond nonuplets into an even larger number which she couldn’t guess at. The growth came is spurts which took place even in her sleep. Any chance of fully covering herself had vanished several days ago when she had woken up with her pajama top having been torn from her body. If that wasn’t bad enough, her body had assumed this pregnancy was quite real and began to inflate her other proportions. Her breasts had always been rather modest, but now they jutted forth like overripe watermelons, and her ass, which she had actually been quite proud of before, jiggled like two enormous bowls of gelatin, attached to thighs that had grown so thick it took awhile to achieve a gait that didn’t chafe. It was difficult to see in front, the collection of overgrown spheres that preceded her blocking most of her vision.
	Thus Tabitha had simply resigned herself to do the only thing she could at this point: gestate. Her home, a rather well hidden tower, provided her enough secrecy to forgo clothing most of the time, and she meandered about in the nude. A week and a half into her ordeal, she had been reading a treatise on imps, the book cozied in her gargantuan cleavage when another growth spurt occurred. Her nethers grew moist, so much so that is ran slick down her leg. Her breasts pulsed and grew a reddish color, the veins pumping blood as they too expanded. But the real show was in front. She slapped her arms and hands on her belly, who’s occupants kicked and punched back. Her fleshed writhed and quivered as another imp was added to her prodigious baby-factory. The belly that she had been carrying around with great difficulty grew again, the flesh surging outward by inches. Tabitha threw her head back and gave an orgasmic scream as her girth expanded outward. After a few minutes it was over, and Tabitha fell onto her huge butt. Or at least she tried; her belly had now gained enough mass it prevented her from fully sitting down. Her butt could simply no longer reach the floor. Letting out an exasperated, drawn out sigh, Tabitha hoisted her belly upwards with tremendous effort. Arching her back, she slowly trundled to a chair she had magicked into existence, large enough to fit her new form. Thankfully it was still large enough to accommodate her. A flick of the wrist and spell later, a book was in her cleavage, the same one that had the information regarding how the imps would be birthed. Looking again to find any data on the continued expansion of her midsection, she discovered that the summoning portal was still actually open inside her. More imps were summoned and gestated inside her as time passed, and once the portal had exhausted it’s energies, the imps would be born. Rather uncomfortable with an open portal to the demon realm inside her womb, she was resigned knowing there wasn’t really anything she could do about it. Once more she stood up with herculean effort, placed her hands on her back, and slowly walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner. She was after all, eating for over a dozen.

	Two weeks into her ordeal Tabitha was no longer mobile, at least under her own power. If she mustered all the strength in her thighs (which were now thick enough that they resembled small tree trunks), she could drag her mammoth belly on the ground, but that was a little painful. Being a witch however, she was not without options.  A simple levitate spell granted her the ability to walk once again, and she now moved about with almost the same speed as before this mess started. Seeing where she was going was another matter however. She was constantly bumping into things, and every impact caused her “children” to move, which in turn caused her to experience orgasmic pleasure and break the spell concentration. Needless to say, it had been a frustrating few days. Nude almost all the time, she attempted to continue her research just to pass the days by. This proved to be pretty much impossible, since between the outrageous proportions of her body and the imps squirming about, staying focused on anything for more than a few minutes at a time was simply not going to happen. Most of the day was spent in her super sized chair, reading whatever books in her library she hadn’t gotten to yet. Plus, it was easiest to… grow in that chair. One of her usual growth spurts had yielded “twins”, as her belly grew far in excess of what she was used to by that point. Going by rough estimates, she guessed that her dome now held nearly 30 imps, if not more.
	Another unfortunate side effect of these damnable creatures is that her breasts, which had also ballooned to a huge size, now revealed their purpose for doing so. One morning after Tabitha woke up, she found not only a larger midsection, but her sheets soaked in mother’s milk. Sitting up, she pressed her arms down upon her breasts which responded by shooting twin geysers of white cream. Like a pressure valve finally being released after far too long, her enormous tits slowly lost some of their accumulated mass. After minutes of gushing, the torrent finally slowed to a small trickle, although Tabitha had long since collapsed face forwards into her own belly, panting with relief. After magically animating some brooms to clean up the significant mess, she cast the levitate spell on herself and went about her day as best she could. Unfortunately when she moved to sit down in her oversized chair, she discovered that she was too oversized for it. Her asscheeks barely squished into the frame of it, but she refused to listen to the creaking of the summoned chair, already only tenuously connected to the physical plane. Finally she managed to cram her rear end into the seat, her cheeks so big they actually lifted her off the cushion slightly. Still, despite the incredible awkwardness of her body, she was rather pleased with herself for managing this feat, her belly still levitating slightly off the ground. The pride vanished almost instantly and the chair was torn apart by the incredible pressure of her freakishly large ass, and as it fractured it merely disintegrated.
	As the chair vanished from underneath her, Tabitha fell to the ground, her thighs and butt making a loud clapping noise as they impacted. She thanked the levitation spell for allowing her prodigious hindquarters to actually cushion her fall, but she spoke to soon. The impact stirred her “children” into action, and the thrashed against her insides. A heat enveloped her that she was all too familiar with, and she let out a low sustained moan as yet again her belly surged outward. Orgasmic sensation overwhelmed her concentration and the levitation spell broke, her belly falling a short distance to the ground. Jostled, the imps squirmed even more, which proved too much for Tabitha. She threw her head back and screamed as she came, squirting a small pool from her pussy. Her breasts erupted like little volcanoes, jets of milk spurting forth, coating the sides of her belly in white. The real show was in front, where her boulder-sized belly quivered in ceaseless motion. Ripples of hands, arms, legs, feet, and even their tiny wings traced patterns across her taut skin, every motion sending waves of pleasure Tabitha’s way. There were so many of them in there she could actually hear them sloshing around, and all this sensory input was too much for Tabitha, and she passed out. She quickly woke up however, as the massive weight of her fecundity threatened to suffocate her. Attempting to cast another levitation spell, she found that her arms could not trace the required motions for the spell and that was stuck, pinned underneath her still moving belly. Biting her lip and summoning all her concentration, she wiggled her torso as best she could, eventually building enough momentum to swing her belly over to the side. It landed on the cold stone floor with a loud slap, and it’s leverage against her caused her body to rise off the ground with it. Uncomfortable but free, she finally cast the spell and righted herself and waddled to her room where she collapsed on her bed, as much as her girth would allow.

	Four weeks had passed since the accident with the summoning portal. Tabitha was so gigantic that she was now confined to her room. Her belly had become a spectacle, an obscene testament to the misuse of magic and the possibilities of empowered fertility. She had done some rough calculations of the possible number of occupants writhing around inside her and placed it at around 60, although for all she knew it could be much, much higher. With so many stuffed into her womb, one or two or ten of them were always moving, so Tabitha had to get used to a constant and needing arousal. Her breasts had expanded to ridiculous proportions. Each now measured the size of a beach ball, and that was when they were empty. When full of milk, the stretched to even greater size, and puffed out, insistent on attention. Tabitha, known for being somewhat of a botanist, had taken two Harkaanian Sucklers and attached their pods to the ceiling. Usually they feast off the sap oozing from trees in the typical jungle climates, but here they feasted on something else entirely. A few times a day, Tabitha would coax them out and have them drain the excess milk from her tits. Their long stalks managed to place their mouth-like bulbs at perfect nipple height, and the were all too happy to gorge on the sweet, thick cream Tabitha made in spades. Tabitha in kind was happy to feed them. Her ass had also grown with the rest of her body, now serving as a full seat cushion all it’s own. During her last fleeting days of scant mobility, her butt had swelled out well past the width of her shoulders, and it’s soft jiggle produced a quake with every step with thighs that had grown thick and muscular to carry her body for as long as they could.
	Now, with her body transformed into a parody of a fertility goddess, swollen in every possible way, Tabitha succumbed to her base desires and acknowledged that she loved this. Every bump, every kick, every slight movement drew a sharp breath of ecstasy. She often took her arms underneath her breasts, each tit taking the entire arm to lift, and slapped them together until milk squirted out, the geyser’s spraying all over her body. Opening her mouth, she caught the droplets of her own brew as she used to catch snowflakes. Her nipples had long since escaped any possibility of being brought to her mouth unfortunately. Living by herself, she was no stranger to masturbation, and when she could summon the concentration to summon her dildo, she went to town. The length and girth of said fake penis had increased as her pregnancy had, to the point where she now had to use magic to thrust it in an out. She didn’t mind though, since that left her hands free to slap and grope her own ass, the soft, plush feeling of her flesh being toyed with only increasing the intensity of her orgasm. This of course all accompanied by the glorious swelling that continued to visit her every day. While the imps had appeared inside her one at a time in the beginning, they now came in groups of 4 or 5, and each growth spurt expanded her belly outwards by several feet at a time. The special, super sized bed she had summoned to accommodate her was becoming dangerously small, but she didn’t care. Day and night she had fallen into the joyous monotony of milkings, fuckings, and belly rubs. Tabitha had gone from a proud, composed witch to a heaving, bloated sex addict, lost in the throes of her own pleasures.
	Fortunately, the march of time would soon snap her out of her hedonistic plunge. The final day had arrived, although Tabitha had lost all track of time. She woke up on her side, the Sucklers doing their duty, and she opened her eyes to see her tremendous tits sucked upwards by the greedy plants, her liquid cargo being drained quickly. Immediately settling into the pleasant feeling of being emptied, a series of sharp punches and kicks jolted her from her reverie. They were quickly joined by the rest of their brethren, all of them at once. The volume of thrashing inside her was too much, and instead of a series of cascading orgasms, these were a little uncomfortable. Then, without warning, she was forcibly rolled upwards, as she moved off the bed and onto the floor. While she had awoken sleeping on her side, she had now been rotated, through no will of her own, to be perched on top of her own belly. She was at least 10 feet off the ground, and the intense storm of movement dashed any hope of a spell to right herself with. It was then, while she panicked, that she felt the first great feeling of pressure on her cervix. Even though her mind raced, her body knew instinctively what to do, and she pushed with a great flex of her muscles. She was rewarded when the large form of an imp slid out from her vagina, slick with juices. It had no umbilical cord, and simply fell to the ground from the height of her gaping pussy. The imp landed on it’s feet however, fully formed and aware. For Tabitha though, the work had just begun. Ejecting the imp had made her cum so hard she had a difficult time controlling her spasms as she twitched atop the still gargantuan globe of her belly. Soon, the second imp made his way out, and once more she was brought over the brink. She let out a howl of pleasure and didn’t have time to stop and catch her breath as the third imp made it’s way into the world. For hours this continued, and imps began to fill the room, watching their “mother” birth more of their siblings. Some made their way to Tabitha’s front and roughly put their mouths on her nipples, sucking hard and guzzling down the milk that still lie within. With each imp birthed she returned to earth just a little bit until eventually her feet once again found the ground. 20 imps later, she had finally birthed her entire cargo.
	Tabitha had immediately fallen asleep after the final birth, her mind too fogged by the incredible pleasure of the ordeal to do anything else but rest. She awoke to the sight of a dozen imps surrounding her, staring down at her with an expectant look. Gasping, she sat up and was astonished that she could do so. Looking down, she quickly remembered what had just transpired and gazed upon her now unburdened midsection. While her cargo had all been delivered, there was still some noticeable pudge on her belly, although she considered this lucky since her skin had for the most part avoided all stretchmarks or excess area. She tried to stand up, but while her belly was now relatively flat, her other proportions had not shrunk in kind. Her bubble butt that could fill up half a couch on it’s own and vastly thick thighs threw her off balance, and the counterweight of her colossal tits was a little too much for her too handle without the enormous belly to go with it. She almost fell backwards, but was propped up by the imps who lent her a helping hand. Achieving a standing position she was confident in, Tabitha looked at her progeny: Strangely, these imps seemed larger, more powerful, and more durable than ones simply summoned through a portal. Furthermore, they had instinctively helped her; there was no need to imprint them with her image as master. Tabitha pondered these developments as she put on her biggest robe, wearing clothes for the first time in nearly a month.
	The imps had proved to be an incredible asset. They were already familiar with Tabitha’s project, somehow having siphoned the knowledge of their intended purpose from her while they gestated. With their help, the new mandragora formula was completed in no time. As they worked, some would sporadically come up to Tabitha with an expectant look. It took her awhile to figure out exactly what they wanted from her, but eventually an imp slightly more bold than his brothers reached out and grabbed one of her engorged nipples through her shirt (at her new size, bras were completely out of the question). Predictably, a jet of white cream erupted even through the fabric, which the imp attempted to catch in his mouth. Finally understanding, she lifted up her robe and presented a giant, pert nipple to him. He greedily sucked for a few minutes as Tabitha bit her lip and fought back stuttering moans, and this continued to happen throughout their tenure with her. With the gallons of milk in her tits, she had plenty to give, and she eventually went naked once again to give her “children” easy access to what they desired. After several weeks, her breasts shrunk to a somewhat more manageable state, although still comically large for a human woman. Once more she could finally suck her own nipples, and gorged on her dairy cargo almost exclusively. This was a detriment to her waist, as the thick, fatty cream caused her midsection to expand as she packed on a few pound, although this thicker midsection complimented her overinflated assets much nicer. Unfortunately, after awhile, even these improved imps began to disintegrate. As the last one gave it’s salute and faded into dust. Tabitha looked once more to her summoning circle. Drawing the specified runes in the places they belonged, she reached the “appear” rune. Kneeling on the floor with chalk in her hand, she felt her still huge tits drag her nipples across the ground, small beads of milk visible through the fabric of her robe. Her pussy moistened through the tremendous crack of her giant ass, and she smiled, biting her lip as she drew the rune for “mother” onto the ground.