You're eyes glue to your stomach as you feel the sperm and eggs slowly pair inside you, your thoughts racing. How big would you get? What will mellissa say? How many kids are growing in you? Eventually you snap back to reality, and decide that you had plenty of time to think about these things. You shifted slightly to admire your rear. "Birth won't be a problem with these, though..." you mutter, patting your huge hip fondly. You move into Mellissas kitchen and make yourself a coffee, looking at her sleeping body on the couch. Her dick was erect again, and eventually your gaze fell onto it. You could probably slide it into your vagina while she slept... you could make her cum into your tummy... make her fill it with more wiggly semen... make your pregnant belly even bigger...
You were snapped out of your trance by the coffee machine beeping, indicating it had finished, and you jump slightly. You glance down and see the small puddle of drool in your cleavage, and you realise you were drooling over mellissas dick while you grab some paper towel and mop out your tits. The rough paper felt nice...
Before you went onto that thought line you quickly poured yourself some coffee, and turned to grab some cream out of the fridge when your boob bumprd the counter and you remembered the taste of your milk. You turn back to your mug and carefully line up your nipple, before gently squeezing your tit to coax a slow stream of milk from your nipple. You bite your lips to prevent you from moaning as you release it, the heavy thing flopping against you as you stirred a sugar into the coffee and took a sip. It's delicious! The heavy cream from your chest was better then any cream you had ever used, and you reqlised you got the best coffee in the world with this body. "These kids are going yo be spoiled when they come out..." you muse, rubbing your stomach. There was now movement now, so you figured all the sperm had finished inceminating you or died. You quietly hoped there was more of the first option.