This choice: A rare condition among centaurs • Go Back... Centorea hissed through her teeth and bit her lip as she probed her breasts. There was no doubt about it. Her bust was bigger than ever before. Even her loosest blouse couldn’t quite contain them, so she had to leave the top several buttons undone. They were quite a bit more sensitive as well. Getting dressed had been a hassle. Her knees almost gave out when she squeezed her bust to try to get her chest covered. That wasn’t all though.
Turning her attention backwards, she hoisted her skirt. She groaned as she took in the swell of her flank. She knew she had been eating extra at meals, far more than almost ever before. It was enough to get odd looks and comments from everyone else. Centorea had even taken to sneaking down to the kitchen at night; not an easy task with so many others in the house, especially with how each of the other girls kept such a sharp eye on each other. Once there, she would gorge herself with even more of the produce, desperate to fill the gnawing hunger. The bulge of her lower-half and her swollen breasts were not due to her gluttony, no, her appetite was only another symptom, not the cause. She knew what her body was telling her, she had helped out enough back at home before coming to Japan to know the signs.
She was pregnant. She couldn’t be, she had never been with a man, not even her Master no matter how much she wanted to. She was pregnant though, she knew beyond any doubt. She also knew that there was no child within her body with as much certainty. She had heard of the condition, even seen it as a child when a young woman came through her home years before. She was of the dairy breed, traveling with some other centaurs. She looked heavy with children, almost big enough that she should have had trouble standing. She moved with such grace even still, and possessed such a beautiful glow. It was only later that she hear some of the older females talking about the rare circumstances the pregnant woman found herself in. Some part of the young Centorea pitied the young woman. Another part envied her. And now, she was experiencing much the same as that other woman.
The strange twist of fate caused a laugh to bubble up from within. It was a nervous laugh and joyless. She had enough challenges trying to pull ahead of the others in winning her Master’s affections. She knew her breasts were too big to be attractive before, and she was clumsy enough without being swollen as she was now. Things were only going to get worse too, if that other centaur was anything to go by. A few tears started to burn in her eyes and her ears dipped.
A knock at the bathroom door broke Centorea from her despair. Then came a voice asking if she was about done.
“Y-yes, jus-just about,” she replied, wiping her eyes dry with the heels of her hands.
She let her skirt fall again. It did enough to disguise her growing body…for now. There was nothing she could do about her bust though. She would have to make do. Satisfied as she could be, she opened the door revealing…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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