Ben sprayed the little shit in the face, she instantly went over to her heavily pregnant mother. Bea kissed the belly and she fell into a deep sleep as her mother collapsed onto the bed with an overwhelming sensation of fatigue. The burden of a big baby and the sexual exhaustion the Desire had on her. At peace with herself she hugged Bea against her heavy breasts. Thoughts of being a grandmother and her daughter knowing the true meaning of being a woman in her mind.
Ben left to find a new target for the Desire. He already had a target in mind his stuck up babysitter.
The next morning Bea and Ms B got out of bed, she walked nude and pregnant over to the mirror. She sat down in her leather chair. Her breasts were engorged with milk as they remained free of the blue veins in her first pregnancy with Beatrix. Her belly was swollen by a graceful curve of her unborn son. She sat there walking the sun rise on hand on her belly and one cupping her face.
She dozed in and out of sleep, without coffee and without a pressing need she was nude showing her shaved vagina with sparse hairs growing back. As she woke she ran her hands over her belly and cupped her breasts feeling the weight of the milk inside them. She closed her eyes trying to think of how she got here, so pregnant and so peaceful.
She couldn't remember having sex in the last 18 months, nor being pregnant lately. Neither could she remember visiting her OB-GYN doctor. Instead she only remembered wanting more babies and being granted a wish like freeing a genie from the bottle and being granted a wish. It was the first crack in her mental state...