This choice: Sakuyamon awakens to the digimon growing inside her. • Go Back...Chapter #4Copy, Paste, Birth by: elfman   The minutes slipped by Sakuyamon slept. The Digital Demon was long gone, and the only thing that broke the silence of the semen-soaked room was the steady breathing of the defeated fox woman. Her armor was in pieces, scattered to the far corners of the room. Her suit lay in tatters, great swathes of it hanging off her, exposing her body from her neck to her crotch. Bare breasts rose and fell with the filling of her lungs, and two dark nipples stood at attention in the cold night air that seeped from an open window.
All was peaceful now - the silence made it seem as if the chaos from a mere hour beforehand had never occured. But if you were to place your ear on Sakuyamon's navel (and not be distracted by the feel of her sweaty trim belly against you), you could barely hear something...
Most people would mistake it for the sounds of an empty stomach, making its churning motions against air would food should be. But if you listened closely, you might be able to tell the difference; the swirl of something moving through liquid, the snap and crackle of living tissue forming at inhuman speed. Sakuyamon was carrying life within her, and it was reaching a growth spurt.
Her eyes fluttered open as she felt someone poke her in the abs. She coughed, then turned her head to spit the half-congealed goo from her mouth. Sakuyamon modestly covered herself from no one, supporting herself on one elbow to look around. She seemed to be alone again, and sighed from relief, wiping the dry tear-trails the encounter had left upon her face.
Another poke. She glanced down.
Her skin was bulging outward in places, the barely-forming digimon testing the walls of their first home. She ran her lavender-gloved fingers over the bumps, gasping when her passengers increased their activity. "Great Gods... That thing... impregnated us?"
With little hesitation, Sakuyamon struggled to her feet, as though she had a place in mind where she could outrun this terror. Sharp pains assaulted her as she stood, as though the children knew what she was up to, and were purposefully hurting her to make her stay. Rika and Renamon braced themselves, their earthly avatar gritting her teeth as she staggered towards the door, leaning heavily on tables and chairs as she went. After what felt like miles, she threw herself against the door, spying a good-size lump nestled between her hips as she twisted the door handle.
If the door didn't open inward, she might have made it. Perhaps she could have reached a phone, and Henry or Takato would have sped over and somehow deleted the evil digimon before they could develop fully. But as it was, the offspring took their chance, throwing their mother's weight off and causing her to stumble backwards, landing on her back in the middle of the room. To her credit, Sakuyamon attempted to rise several more times, but simply could not summon the energy.
Her belly ballooned outward then, its occupants growing, developing, multiplying. "Growing so fast... impossible!" Infants fought for space in her stretching womb, sending ripples across her skin. Renamon remained silent, but Rika cooed and moaned as their body was filled fuller and fuller with writing digi-babies. She could feel each one, all of different shapes and sizes, and more were coming in each second, even as her girth exceeded that of a woman fully nine months pregnant.
Even Renamon gave in at this point, sitting up with a groan as the massive belly before her settled, moving slightly farther into her hips and bursting the few remaining seams near her thighs. Sakuyamon whipped her head back, groping her smooth, creamy bellyflesh like a gigantic erogenous zone. Over the cacophonous gurgling within, two voices groaned as one as she surpassed the impossible mass of what appeared to be a normal woman three months overdue with triplets.
"Unhh..." she uttered, biting a luscious lower lip as she coped with the feeling of an entire Digi Day Care stuffed in her uterus. "OH! Oh... Mm, uhg; won't stop [pant] growing! Ahhhaaaahaaa... Nng...! Oh god, skin (ow, ow) can't stretch much more. Oo, oh, OH, aaaAAHG!"
Hard lumps formed on her belly as shells encompassed her young. Soon, the entire outer layer of infants became digieggs. She finally stopped growing, and the remaining infants ceased moving as Sakuyamon's water broke.
"No! NO! NOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAaaaaaughh!" The first egg moved into her birth canal, pushed along its way mainly by the pressure of her womb alone. She opened her legs as far as she could, feeling (but certainly not seeing) the black shell part her nether lips. It was larger than even its father's monstrous cock, and Sakuyamon grunted like a woman possessed to push it out of her.
No sooner had she heard it clunk softly to the wooden floor than another had taken its place. Sweat flowed from every pore, milk flowed into dormant breasts, and Sakuyamon cried herself hoarse as the miracle of motherhood played itself out over and over again.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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