Emi's 3rd Pregnancy #12 - Step by step

We're back, for a little peek into Emi's life after the pregnancy!

Entry on the Vault

Story written by GhostPlasma and edited by Warmind Asura!

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Emi’s eyes fluttered as she woke to a soft buzzing on her wrist. With a begrudging moan she shifted as best she could in bed, and opened her bleary eyes to look at her watch. She grunted at the tiny screen that was so rudely interrupting her sleep. The baby monitor had gone off again, and had had the audacity to display a photo of the offending child. Emi grunted again at the little girl that had woken up and was now rustling in her crib. 

Emi couldn't help but smile at the picture. “You’re lucky I love you, kid,” she whispered. 

She smiled wider and her sleepy mind drifted back towards unconsciousness. Her watch buzzed again with a second notification of movement. This time Emi’s eyes snapped open as it woke her fully. 

Emi turned her head to Matthew. He was still sound asleep next to her. His steady breathing was comforting in ways she never expected. He was on duty with the older brigade of children most days while she took care of the latest brood. Wrangling them had left him exhausted, and he now slept like a log at night. She was happy to give him his much needed rest, but was also jealous at the same time.

“You, and your damn useless nipples,” she growled playfully at her slumbering husband.

With another grunt Emi pulled her massive blanket over her body, and dumped it onto Matt. He somehow seemed to be more pleased by the added layer of warmth. She reached up and grabbed a low hung support bar that was now bolted to the ceiling, and began pulling herself into a sitting position in bed.

Unlike her stomach, which had miraculously shrunk down to practically high school levels of flatness post-pregnancy, her enormous breasts hadn't shrunk at all. If anything, they had swollen slightly in size as her milk had continued to come in. Their immensity now took up most of the bed when she slept leaving Matt with only a tiny slice of mattress.

Emi gathered one gargantuan breast in her arms, and began the arduous process of pushing and shoving it until it slid over the side of the bed. The touch required to move her massive mammarie effectively without causing milk to spurt and leak had become an artform with her, and as soon as she got the first one over the edge of the bed she repeated the process with the second. Emi took a few short breaths as she sat at the edge of the bed. She looked out at the expanse of pale breast flesh spread out before her as her boobs rested on the blanket they had left on the floor.

Emi reached down and snatched an extendable claw grabber that was leaning against the bed, and then used it to grasp and pull up on the handles that were sewn into the large blanket. When she had firm control of both blanket handles she shoved the grabber into her extensive cleavage, the entire rod disappearing completely. 

Emi shoved herself upwards and with a firm grip on the handles of the sling lifted her massive breasts up off the floor. Once she was ready, she began to slowly waddle out of the room and into the adjoining nursery.

By the time she reached the crib in question, her entire body was coated in a light sheen of sweat from the exertion. Despite having recently been as pregnant as she had; Emi was still not used to carrying so much weight around, her center of gravity having once again shifted. She twisted sideways to accommodate her monolithic bust, and then leaned over and lifted the young one out of their crib. Once she had a firm grasp on her daughter, Emi settled her into the top of her cleavage, and then waddled back over to a single seat couch at the other side of the room.

Emi took a long moment to settle and adjust herself accordingly, before she reached to the side of the couch, and pulled open the door to a mini fridge. She used touch alone to extract a single pre-filled bottle of milk, and then plopped it into a warmer that was set up on top of the fridge. The bluenette scooped her daughter up into her arms and began to lightly sing a lullaby while she waited for the bottle to finish heating.

As soon as the cycle completed, she plucked it from the device, and splashed a bit on her inner wrist to confirm the temperature. When she was satisfied she continued singing while feeding the little girl. Within a few minutes the child was happily cooing and drifting back to sleep. Emi gave it another few minutes before forcing herself back out of the couch and returning her daughter to her crib. She smiled down at the little girl, and was about to turn to leave when she heard a similar rustling from a few cribs over.

Emi stood frozen and tried to remain as silent as she could while she willed the other child to roll back over and fall asleep again. She was in no such luck as the little boy began to whimper softly. Emi turned and made her way to him next in a process that would repeat over the next three hours. 

When all of the children were finally satiated and sleeping, a completely exhausted Emi all but stumbled back into the bedroom. She was barely able to hold up her sling; she was so tired. Matt was awake, sitting in bed reading a book. Which he put down when Emi entered, noticing the satisfied smile on his wife’s beleaguered face.

"Everything okay?" he asked. Emi approached the bed and turned herself to begin the process of backing herself onto the mattress. Matt stared at his wife's thin waif-like body in wonderment. She was completely drenched in sweat.

Emi looked over her shoulder before turning fully around to face him again and grinning, "I'm hot as fuck hun. Can't you tell?"

Matt rolled his eyes, "I can tell you're still struggling with those udders of yours. Sure you don’t want help?”

Emi pouted playfully, "But I love my big fat udders." 

She leaned over and grabbed as much as she could of the sides of both in two massive armfuls. With as much effort as she could muster she then lifted them both up into a hug and proceeded to bury her face in her own cleavage. She teetered for a bit, then laughed, and slammed them onto the bed. White beads of liquid threatened to coalesce on the tips of her nipples.

Emi crawled over them, revealing her naked body to him once more. Milk dribbled from the weight of her body as they squished on either side. She grinned, "They may be a bit troublesome. But I still love them!”

Before he could respond, Emi pulled him into a deep kiss. She gathered his hands as she kissed him, and placed them on her breasts for added emphasis. When it ended, she looked at him and giggled.

“Besides. Now you can't complain about me being naked all the time. I'm super sexy 24/7!"