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Even after all this time, Neo Politan still wasn’t quite sure what to make of Beacon Academy. A dastardly attack on the school had been foiled years prior, thanks to Neo herself turning in the woman responsible and convincing her uncle Roman Torchwick to turn sides with her. Now she and the other girls were seniors, just past their age of majority, and getting ready to take their first big steps in the world. She should have been preparing for life as a Huntress; everyone else was. Even if Beacon had stood firm, the Grimm threat had never really gone away.

But all she cared about was the boy of her dreams. Jaune Arc… the bumbling goofball had, over the years, blossomed into—well, he was still a bit of a bumbling goof, but he was also kind, forthright, hard-working, and a natural leader. Once he’d overcome that initial awkwardness, he’d become one of the most sought-after male students on campus. Neo could hardly blame her fellow girls. And on top of that great personality, he was handsome to boot.

But alas, he was also taken. The best guy in school got the best girl; Pyrrha Nikos and Jaune were a known item. And Neo certainly couldn’t blame him for it. Pyrrha complemented him perfectly: brave warrior, compassionate soul, breath-taking beauty. (Neo may have mostly swung towards the guys, but she knew a lovely girl when she saw her—and Pyrrha was nothing if not lovely.) They were made for each other, and all that Neo, savior of Beacon, could do was sigh from a distance.

She glanced around the academy’s courtyard. Impeccable stonework, verdant trees, lovely flowing water… in just under a year, all this would be gone as she entered another life. A new life. One that Jaune was going to spend with Pyrrha, most likely. And even if she couldn’t really begrudge either of them…

Well dammit, she really wanted to at least say she’d, you know, done it!

As the wind stirred the leaves around her, Neo summoned her courage. She didn’t want to live a life filled with regrets! She didn’t want to steal Jaune from Pyrrha, but couldn’t she just get one lovely night with him? Just one? Yes, after putting her life on the line to save the academy, she thought she deserved that much.

Resolute, she stepped off to speak to the most experienced seducer of men she knew: Yang Xiao Long.

Ms. Xiao Long, like Neo herself, was known to swing both ways—and if her primary paramour was her teammate Blake, the cat Faunus didn’t seem to mind if her partner had the occasional fling with a guy. Yang and Neo had forged a firm friendship in saving the academy, and Yang had always told Neo she could come to her for advice.

When Neo told Yang what kind of advice she wanted, the blonde beamed.

“Finally!” she said, clapping Neo on the back. Neo tried not to stumble. Yang was a real heavy-hitter. “Been waiting for you to make the moves on someone for years now! So who’s the lucky guy? Huh? Huh?”

“U-Um…” Neo said, tucking one strawberry-colored hair behind her ear. She was shy and withdrawn, and could go days without speaking; those who didn’t know her well occasionally thought she was outright mute. “He’s… y’know… just, um, a guy…”

“Too shy to share, huh?” Yang teased. Neo could feel herself going red. “Well, I know better than to prod! And hey, if you succeed, bet I’ll find out soon enough, heh. So what’s the question, anyway?”

“Well…” Neo broke off, steeled herself, and took a deep breath in. “How do you, uh, get a guy to… you know…” Blushing, unable to say it, she held up her thumb and forefinger in a circle and drilled the other finger into it.

Yang stood boggle-eyed for a moment before she burst out laughing. “Never would’ve figured you for a closet kinkster, Neo!” If anything, the shorter woman’s face burned even more scarlet. “Well, if it’s bumping uglies you’re after, my piece of advice?” She draped her arm across Neo’s shoulder. “Go for it. Don’t just meekly ask if he wants it. Flaunt what you got! Make a claim! It’ll get you far. Guys are always DTF.”

Neo cocked her head. “DT… F?”

Yang smirked. “Oh, you know. Down to f—”

Neo fled outright.

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She thought over Yang’s advice that evening and the next. She could stake a claim on Jaune, but… Pyrrha. She didn’t want to break them up. A one-night stand would be fine, just something to tide her over; a last hurrah for her school days. But she was certain that Jaune and Pyrrha were too noble and pure-hearted to agree to that sort of fling. If only she could trade places with Pyrrha…

And then the idea hit her. Why didn’t she?

Neo’s unique power, her Semblance, let her disguise and modify her form. With it at play, she could be Pyrrha Nikos for just one night.

She rubbed her hands deviously. Yang was right—she just had to be forward and seize the day.

With her uncle’s influence, it was easy to arrange a “sponsorship” trip for Beacon’s most famous athlete to take an evening to promote some products. Once Pyrrha was safely out of the academy, Neo put her Semblance to work.

The magic of illusion played around her. Immediately, the petite, short woman disguised herself as the taller Pyrrha; the illusions gave her Pyrrha’s sculpted physique, bestowing a healthy tan onto her doll-like skin; her dual-colored hair bled into a uniform red, tied back into a tail. Checking herself out in the mirror, Neo smirked. She thought she looked flawless.

Now to see if she could fool Jaune…

Assuming Pyrrha’s shape also gave her a measure of confidence. She all but sauntered down the night-shrouded halls of Beacon until she found Jaune’s door. She rapped on it with energy, nearly bouncing on the heels of her feet. This was it—she was going to finally live her dreams and have sex with Jaune Arc!

The young man answered the door and started, though he didn’t look displeased. “Pyrrha? I thought you were doing a promotion tonight?”

“It finished early,” Neo-as-Pyrrha replied. Even the cadence of Pyrrha’s voice fell in easily to her. She was a natural mimic. “So I figured I’d come for some little… quality one-on-one time.”

As Jaune blinked, she marshaled herself to follow Yang’s advice. Just go for it! Be forward! Stake a claim!

“…Pyrrha, I mean—you know I’m always down, but you’re usually not this flagrant about—”

“Please fuck me, Jaune Arc!” Neo cried out in Pyrrha’s guise, hurling herself into his surprised arms. “I really just need you to fuck me, please!” Her lips touched against his before he could say anything more, and the feeling of them—warm, somehow both soft and firm—made her feel butterflies in her stomach. They tumbled inside, the door shutting behind them.

And it turned out that Yang had been onto something after all.

Jaune’s shock quickly morphed into eagerness, and he moaned against Neo, pressing his tongue into her mouth and tracing trails around her teeth. One of his hands came up to stroke Neo’s hair, making her giddy at the touch, while the other coursed across her body, finding and unclasping bras and pulling down panties.

(Neo’s power didn’t let her conjure clothing out of nothing; those were her clothes under the illusion, albeit an outfit far less complex than she usually donned. Thankfully, between her Semblance and Jaune’s distractedness, he didn’t seem to notice. She let the illusion change as he peeled her out of her clothes.)

For her part, Neo met him in kind, yanking clothes off of him. She hooked a finger in the waistband of his boxers and pulled it down eagerly, revealing a big and already-quite-hard penis that was only growing by the second. Neo gripped it, feeling Jaune moan against her mouth, and nearly fainted from excitement. She was here. She was doing it. She was going to take a man’s cock, she was touching a man’s cock, and best of all, it was the man of her dreams.

Jaune broke the kiss first, the two of them blushing intently as they gazed at one another. Now that they were both nude, Neo could feel Jaune’s cock pressing against her inner thigh, the touch making her wild. “Pyrrha…” he said, voice trailing. “Wow, you are eager tonight.”

“Always eager for you,” Neo murmured back, and she figured it wasn’t untrue for either her or the woman she was pretending to be. Thankfully, it seemed that Jaune took command in the bedroom just as he did on the battlefield, and she gratefully allowed herself to be maneuvered. Jaune leaned into a sitting position on the floor, his back against the bed, and arranged her in a lap-riding position above him, her pussy hovering eagerly over his thick and ready cock.

He seemed to be waiting for her, so Neo-as-Pyrrha gulped and tenderly, almost bashfully, she lowered herself down onto him.

She gasped as she felt the sudden presence of him, his thick rod spearing her waiting muff, and she whimpered and quivered just from the sense of having his tip in her. Jaune didn’t seem to mind her slow pace or anything else for that matter, gently stroking her hair and murmuring support at her.

Tears of bliss beading at the corner of her eyes, Neo mustered even more energy and lowered herself farther. Soon her whole pussy was filled with Jaune’s dick, her walls lively with sensation that sent ecstasy dancing through her body. Following some invisible guideline, she clenched and was immediately rewarded by a tidal surge of pleasure that rocked her whole body. The feeling was so encompassing that she half slumped against Jaune, all but whimpering.

“A bit sensitive today?” Jaune cooed, gently stroking her hair.

“Mhmmm,” she murmured. She held firm, just luxuriating in the feeling of having him fill her so fully. Finally, taking the initiative, she began grinding her hips up and down, up and down, corkscrewing his cock in and out of her, her voice trembling from the delighted feeling of having him thrust in her. Every push filled her with more and more delight, her voice wavering. She had to focus. If she lost control, her Semblance would fail…

Pausing to take a breath, Jaune rested a comforting hand on her shoulder, his flesh warm against hers despite the illusion. “You’re doing so well, Pyrrha,” he said. “Let me take the lead…”

And without waiting for a confirmation, he bucked into her.

Neo’s eyes widened and she keened out a high, shocked note of bliss. Jaune’s hands steadied her as he took command. If the pace she had set was slow and careful, almost cautious, then his was commanding and forward, never giving a moment’s rest. It was all she could do to keep the Semblance from falling.

“Mmm… nnnngh, hmah…” she breathed out, sweat beading on her forehead. She was being absolutely, thoroughly fucked, Jaune’s powerful thrusts sending his cock gliding in and out of her with fervor; one moment his tip was pressing firmly against the back of her tunnel, the next there was a sudden emptiness as he nearly pulled out all the way, then he was back in, the whole experience leaving her roiling with joy and bliss. Jaune was fucking her. She was having sex with Jaune Arc! The man of her dreams! And it was so, so good!

They continued for a few minutes, Neo content to let him take the reins, keening and cooing with every thrust, just barely keeping her Semblance up, until finally Jaune slammed into her, hilting and grunting as he flooded her full of seed. Neo released a scraping sigh as she melted against him, warm and flushed and happy.

Her unfamiliarity with sex was to such a degree that she didn’t even think twice that he had creampied her—or that today was an especially unsafe day.

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It took only a few days for the pregnancy signs to reveal themselves. Oh, she didn’t show immediately; even Jaune Arc wasn’t that fertile. But she felt queasy, her appetite rose, and when she missed her time of the month, she was sensible enough to buy a pregnancy test.

When it came back reading positive, the young illusionist had swallowed. Oh. Oh dear.

A trip to the doctor’s had left her even more concerned; it seems that the legendary ‘Arc spirit’ was not just campus gossip. Jaune apparently had a lot of virility to be prideful of.

After all, he’s somehow managed to stuff her full of five kids on her first go.

Neo had stared at the results with open eyes. She was… she was young, petite, had only had sex the one time.

And now she was going to be a mother to five.

She’d taken a few days off of school to just sit in her room, idly rubbing her tummy over and over again, thinking about the life budding within. She was… carrying Jaune Arc’s children. She was going to be a mother.

Though she was uncertain at first, she quickly came around to the idea. After all, thanks to Uncle Torchwick, she had all the financial stability in the world; taking care of them wouldn’t be a problem. And what better way to motivate herself to becoming a better Huntress than to ensure that the world her children walked in would be a safe one?

She resumed her final year at Beacon with a beaming smile even as she slowly started to grow. Not wanting any mutterings or suspicions to hound her last year, she put her Semblance to work. Oh, she couldn’t hide her growth entirely; she would be far too big by the end of the year to get away with that. People would figure out when they’d try to squeeze past the ‘empty space’ in front of her and find themselves bumping into a belly that seemingly wasn’t there. Instead, she just made herself look plumper than usual, as if her noted love of ice cream had finally caught up with her. She caught a few snickers or half-hidden glances but bore them gracefully. It was better than the alternative. And the charade was easy to keep up; after all, her new condition did give her a thorough set of cravings, and she delectably indulged whenever she could.

It was this indulging that led to a spate of trouble a little later on in the semester. It had been some months since Neo’s magical night with Jaune, and she was nearing the end of her second trimester; she still swooned over him from afar, but had decided not to take it any further.

Imagine her surprise when it was the other parties who initiated things.

One afternoon, Neo was surprised by none other than Pyrrha Nikos catching her in the halls after sparring class.

“Neo,” Pyrrha said, “your new love of ice cream is the talk of the academy! Do you really gulp down that much?”

Neo tried not to look guilty. If Pyrrha only knew the reason why! “Y-Yeah,” she said, “I, um… just really like it a lot…”

“Wellllllllll,” Pyrrha said, stretching the word out, “I received a huge amount of ice cream from a recent sponsorship deal. The thing is, it’s taking up all the space in mine and Jaune’s freezer; I don’t touch the stuff since it interferes with my regimen, and there’s no way Jaune could eat it all by himself. Do you—”

“YES,” Neo exclaimed, the thought of returning to the very apartment where she’d been knocked up only secondary to the goal of obtaining some more of that sweet, delicious goodness. Ice cream… nectar of the gods, it was. She’d jump at any chance to get more.

That evening, the pregnant young woman had waddled happily down the halls of Beacon, retracing her steps from the night when she had first indulged herself with Jaune. Her quintuplets squirmed happily within her, as if anticipating the treat she was about to enjoy.

When she stepped back into Jaune and Pyrrha’s chambers, the two of them waved her into the kitchen. There, atop a spotlessly polished tabletop, was a dish heaped with scoops of ice cream. Neo’s eyes widened. There were flavors of all sorts on display; the rich pink of strawberry, the speckled white-and-black of chocolate chip, the rich brown of rocky road.

“There’s more in the freezer,” Pyrrha said encouragingly as Neo sank reverentially into a proffered chair. “So help yourself.”

Neo didn’t need to be told twice. Sinking her spoon into the scoop on top, a rich dollop of strawberry, she began to eat.

Ah… it was truly amazing! Rich and creamy and cold, the sugar danced delightedly over her tongue, and she gulped it down with aplomb. It settled in her tummy and her babies seemed to wriggle with appreciation the more she ate. Despite her small frame, her condition had left Neo capable of packing away truly tremendous amounts of food—she was eating for six, after all!

As she continued gulping away the succulent treat, feeling it plop pleasingly in her tummy, a pair of soft hands reached over her shoulders to gently stroke her belly. Neo gasped at the touch as Pyrrha slid her head next to her ear, resting her chin on her shoulder and whispering sweet words:

“Look at you, so big and plump. The semester must have been quite stressful for you to indulge that much. Don’t worry, I won’t judge.” Her hands coursed over Neo’s tummy. “I think that girls with a bit of pudge are actually cute…”

The praise glided through Neo’s mind just like the ice cream gliding down her throat. Pyrrha thought she was… cute? Wow. That was quite encouraging… trying not to beam too much, she gulped down another mouthful of ice cream.

By now the strawberry was well gone, and she was getting ready to dive on into the rocky road. Amazingly, as she worked her way through the dish, Jaune showed up and, with a smile, gave her even more. Just how much ice cream did the two of them have?

Well, she wasn’t going to turn them down. Neo didn’t know what was better—the incredible, creamy taste of the frozen dish as she gulped down spoonful after spoonful, or the soft yet confident touch of Pyrrha’s hands on her tight tummy, the woman’s fingertips gliding over her flesh. Taking a break from the food, she leaned back with a contented sigh—only for Jaune to take over, scooping up a spoonful of ice cream and nudging it into her mouth.

“Come on,” he said, “if you wait too long it’ll melt and get everywhere, and we don’t want that!”

“Mmmrph? Rmmmm…” Neo muttered around the spoon suddenly in her mouth, gulping it down. Jaune had a point—and really, having the man of her dreams (and the father of her children) stuff her more and more full of her favorite food was just the metaphorical cherry on top. The illusionist leaned back with a satisfied, half-lidded look to her face, gleefully taking in whatever Jaune gave her.

Minutes passed by, and the pile of ice cream never seemed to diminish. Every time Neo thought she was making headway, Jaune would run off and somehow conjure up more. Even despite the cravings that came from feeding six babies, Neo’d never had this much… she quickly began to feel full and tight for the first time since her pregnancy had really gotten into full swing. Her tummy grew as the food settled into it. She was getting plumper than ever, certain that even with her Semblance, the growth would be noticeable.

“Come on,” Jaune said, “eat up! It’s not going to swallow itself!” He plunged another spoonful into her mouth and she gulped it down. Despite the adjustments she’d made to her uniform to accommodate her roundness, she could feel it beginning to strain… her stomach swelled out, growing with the amount of food that had been stuffed into it. Even despite her heavy pregnancy, Jaune and Pyrrha were stuffing her so full that she was getting bigger than ever…

“Caaaaaaaaalm,” Pyrrha said, the redhead’s chin still resting comfortingly on Neo’s shoulder. “We just want to help you, Neo.” She did another sweep of Neo’s stomach, making the shorter girl swoon from the touch over her stuffed-full tummy. “Although… I must say, I thought that your tummy would be a bit squishier and plumper. Your belly is more… firm. Tight?”

Even stuffed full as she was, Neo recognized a dangerous mental pathway when she heard it. “Oh, it’s just… some unusual weight…”

“Mhmmm.” Pyrrha kept stroking her roundness. “And a couple of times, I think I’ve felt some movement inside of there.”

“Uh… i-indigestion…”

A tinkle of confident laughter. “So you say. But I wonder, does just putting on the pounds…” And suddenly Pyrrha’s hands swept forward to the front of Neo’s tummy, brushing against her navel—pushed out due to the lack of space within, a smaller, more tender bump cresting the larger one of her tummy. Neo squeaked. That wouldn’t be mistaken as anything other than a pregnancy sign, so she’d hidden it with her Semblance.

But now the jig was up.

“…pop your bellybutton out like this?” Pyrrha finished.

“Um, I—I have to, g-go…” Neo said, and tried to rise—but Pyrrha’s strong, confident hands kept her locked effortlessly in her seat.

“Maybe later,” Pyrrha said, and there was a touch of fire to her voice. “We have some things we’d like to ask you about, Neo.”

“There’s n-nothing to say…”

“Well, in that case,” Jaune said, approaching her with the dish of ice cream (freshly refilled once again), “I suppose we’ll have to busy that mouth of yours another way.” And he stuck another spoonful into her shocked gullet.

She whimpered in protest even as she swallowed it on reflex, and Jaune plied her with more and more—going firm now, making her swallow as fast as she could. Pyrrha’s hands drifted up to Neo’s chest and squeezed her breasts, which had grown in both size and tenderness these last few months. Neo moaned in response.

“Your chest has gotten so big lately, Neo,” Pyrrha said. “I must admit, it looks good on you.” She slowly began kneading the Huntress-in-training’s tits and Neo pushed against her hands despite herself, luxuriating in the sensation. “What do you think, Jaune?”

Pyrrha’s boyfriend stuffed another spoonful of ice cream into Neo. “Well, I think she looks quite nice. I wonder what caused it.”

“Oh,” Pyrrha said airily, “sometimes your boobs will get bigger with weight gain… but.” She gave them a squeeze and Neo whimpered and pushed against her grasp. “We all know that’s not the real cause, don’t we?”

Neo smacked her lips after swallowing another of Jaune’s spoonfuls. She felt so full, she was surprised she wasn’t going to burst. Her belly had grown so much, her outfit barely strained to contain her. “I r-really don’t know what you’re talking about,” she protested, voice tight with strain. She just felt so full. “I’ve just been eating a lot…”

With a lyrical laugh, Pyrrha pressed a finger to Neo’s forehead and tilted the other woman’s head back. She gazed up, eyes wide, at the woman looking down at her. “Don’t lie to us, love,” Pyrrha purred, and then she lowered her mouth to take Neo in a surprise kiss.

Neo’s muffled voice crested in shock, but she quickly melted into Pyrrha’s kiss. The redhead’s tongue probed into her, stroking the roof of her mouth and wrestling Neo’s own tongue; the tip kissed teasingly at the entrance to her throat and the quiet girl nearly buckled from overstimulation at it.

She was… she was making out with Pyrrha, the most attractive girl in school. Pyrrha, who’d said she was cute. Pyrrha was kissing her! Despite the fact that Neo couldn’t shake the feeling she was in trouble, a very-significant part of her was exulting. This was amazing!

After what seemed an eternity, Pyrrha broke the kiss with a satisfied smack. Neo could feel her cheeks burning as she gazed with longing at the other girl. Pyrrha seemed pleased herself.

“Jaune?” she said, turning her head.

The Huntsman approached with the dish. Collected at the bottom was the rich, creamy, half-melted accumulation of all the leftover ice cream. Neo’s eyes widened when she realized what the two of them had in mind for her.

“W-wait, hold on…” she protested. By now, between the ice cream and her kids, she was too heavy to rise, so she could only watch, eyes huge, as Jaune approached with the dish, leveling it with her face.

She opened her mouth to appeal to them again and he seized the moment, putting the dish’s edge to her lips and tipping it. “Bottoms up!” he said.

The melted ice cream rushed into Neo’s mouth like water down a riverbed. Her eyes bulged; there was so much of it. It was creamy and sweet and delicious, but the sheer amount made it hard to savor; all she could do was gulp, gulp, gulp as it continually flooded into her. Slowly, the dish began to empty—and her already-tight gut ballooned out even more. Neo whimpered. The strain was incredible. Her outfit was starting to tear in places. And it still kept coming.

Finally, with the last trickle of cream from the dish, Neo gulped it down with a loud guh—and that last little bit proved to be too much for her outfit. There was a tremendous rip as her growing belly tore its way out of the fabric, bare flesh exposed, colored cloth hanging off of her in tatters. The sheer strain of it all managed to do what Jaune himself hadn’t the day he’d knocked her up—her Semblance slipped.

The illusion sputtered and died and what was left was Neo, flushed and moaning in her bare skin and barely-holding-together bra, her massive stomach jutting out from her, pink with strain. Jaune and Pyrrha both poked it experimentally. There was slight give, but not much—and both of them assuredly felt her babies squirming within. To say nothing of the telltale oblong shape or the lump of her navel.

There was nothing to it but to admit that she’d been caught. She was indisputably pregnant, and both Jaune and Pyrrha knew it.

“H-hey… um…” she began lamely. Pyrrha stared down at her, hands on her hips.

“Thought so,” she said. “A couple of months ago, Neo, I came back from a sponsorship trip only to find a surprised Jaune. He was insistent that we had shared a passionate night the previous evening after I’d ‘returned early’…”

“I should’ve been more suspicious when you knocked. What girl doesn’t have a key to her own place? Not to mention,” Jaune added, “there’s really only one girl in school with a Semblance that allows that kind of deception.”

“Seeing your belly start to grow not long after was the cherry on the cake,” Pyrrha said. “Don’t bother trying to hide it, it’s obvious now.” She folded her arms. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Neo nearly began to sniffle. They were right… not only had her plan been foolish, but it had been immoral as well. She never should have deceived Jaune… and now the man whose children she was carrying was (rightly) furious at her.

“I’m… really, really sorry,” she said, feeling miserable amidst her tightness. “It’s the last year of school, and the two of you are so perfect… everyone expects great things from you both. Once we graduate, I’ll probably never see you again.” Her eyes felt red and she sniffed. “I thought it would be a harmless trick to give myself one night with the guy I pined over… I never expected this.” She rubbed her hand over her stomach for emphasis. “I don’t blame you if you hate me. And you don’t need to worry about the babies… I’ll take care of them. They’re my responsibility, not yours.” With that, Neo slowly devolved into sniffling, feeling very bad indeed.

Both Jaune and Pyrrha relaxed and the redhead approached Neo, bending down and resting a gentle hand on Neo’s stomach. “Thank you for apologizing,” she said. “And for taking responsibility… we admit, we weren’t sure what your reaction would be.”

“It’s about as good as could be hoped,” intercut Jaune, “all things considered.”

“Fact is, Neo, I wasn’t lying. You are pretty cute.”

The other girl hiccupped and met Pyrrha’s gaze, eyes wide.

“And,” added Jaune, kneeling close and shooting her a warm smile, “even though you promised to take care of them, I can’t just abandon kids of mine.” He looked at Pyrrha. “The two of us discussed it, and… provided you passed our test, we wouldn’t mind sharing. I’d say she passed, Pyrrha, what do you think?”

Giggling, Pyrrha pecked Jaune on his cheek. “Oh, I think so.” She held out a hand to Neo, who took it with a wide, tear-flecked smile—and then Jaune took her other hand.

“Welcome to our little family,” Jaune said, and then with a grunt of effort, Neo was hoisted up—by her new boyfriend and girlfriend.

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Her due date was coming any day now, and Neo, despite the strain of it all, couldn’t be happier.

She was absolutely massive, so large that she could barely take a few steps without having to sag sideways for breath. Her stretched, massive globe of a belly was even more notable due to her modest frame.

Graduation had occurred last month, and though the rest of the graduating class had moved on to the next exciting phase of their lives—Neo hugging Yang and the others in a tearful farewell—she, Jaune, and Pyrrha had devoted all their time and energy towards preparing for her imminent birth.

…well, okay. Not all their time.

Jaune had been introduced to an interesting video series featuring a virtual pop star he seemed enamored with, a schoolgirl idol with long, turquoise twintails. As thanks for helping her so much the past few days, Neo decided she wanted to reward him with it in mind.

Humming to herself, the pregnant Huntress manipulated her semblance. Before long, she looked exactly like the songstress—though she’d coyly used her illusions to make her belly look like a gut rather than its usual pregnant roundness. Waddling over to the room she shared with Jaune and Pyrrha, she got his attention by rapping on the door.

He glanced up with a start, clearly appreciative, and Neo kept up her seductive hum as she sauntered in, making sure to make her tummy sway with every step.

“Whew,” she sighed, flopping belly-first onto the bed (albeit carefully; she didn’t want the babies to start fussing), “that tour really took it out of me. Say, which do you think is bigger… my A-side?” She wiggled her rump at him before flipping over, showing off her belly in all its glory. “Or my B-side?”

Jaune was already flushed, and as he scooted close to her on the bed, Neo could see him tenting in his pants. “Guess I’ll have to see,” he said, and then he dipped low. His mouth met the crook of her neck, trailing kisses up as his hands coursed over her; one stroked her belly, the other grabbed an ample handful of her ass. Neo had put on some pleasing weight thanks to her childbearing.

The two of them cuddled close, Jaune stroking her and making her moan when he squeezed at her ass or breasts; she made sure to modulate her voice to be like that of the virtual pop star, high and slightly warbly. “Thought you’d like this,” Neo said, face flushed between kisses. “I wanted to say thank you for everything…”

Jaune laughed, tracing the back of a finger along the curve of her breast. “And here Pyrrha and I thought we’d be the one rewarding you…”

Before Neo could ask what he was about, Pyrrha entered as if on cue—carrying the most spectacularly large dish of ice cream Neo had ever seen. She could feel herself salivating just at the thought of it.

If Pyrrha was surprised at her girlfriend’s current guise, she didn’t show it. Smirking, she dug out a hefty scoop and proffered it to Neo. “This what you want?” she teased. “You’re going to have to nourish those babies, you know…”

Neo didn’t even speak in response; she merely whined, begging like a puppy.

Smiling, Pyrrha fed her spoonful after spoonful of delicious ice cream, and Neo was in absolute heaven. She gulped it down, the sugary taste wafting over her tongue and its cool chill sliding down her throat to settle satisfyingly in her gullet. Jaune held her comfortingly tight at Pyrrha continued to spoon-feed her more and more ice cream.

Her already-tight outfit—not much could constrain the belly of someone with quints, after all—quickly struggled as she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of ice cream, her tummy surging out more and more. Before long, after one especially satisfied smack, Neo’s eyes widened as she felt her outfit snap free.

The suddenness of it all made her lose control of her Semblance, and in a breath she was no longer a plump and glamorous songstress but a gravid and blushing Huntress. Pyrrha giggled, setting aside the dish, and then stepped back. “My, look at you,” she teased, and Neo blushed even more. Her panties and bra were on clear display, and though both Jaune and Pyrrha had seen all that and more those past few months, she still felt shyly coy at having them view it, especially after something like having her Semblance fall.

But Pyrrha had even more in mind. With an alluring look, Beacon’s most famous student deftly stripped her armor bare, showing off her sculpted, enticing body. Reclining, she tipped the dish and spilled the remaining ice cream over herself, coating her body in the food.

“Come and get it,” she teased.

Neo didn’t need any more encouragement than that. Laboring under her own hugeness, the pregnant young woman slowly broke free of Jaune’s embrace and made her way to her girlfriend, hovering worshipfully over Pyrrha’s bare body. The ice cream glistened enticingly on her skin.

“It’s not going to eat itself,” Pyrrha murmured, and Neo dipped her head low. She started just under Pyrrha’s navel, her tongue lapping the ice cream off of her enticingly smooth skin. She traced higher and higher, gulping down as much of the treat as she could—scooping it out of the curve beneath Pyrrha’s breasts, dragging her tongue over her nipples, lapping up a trickle that had pooled in the shadow of her neck.

After a moment, Pyrrha’s hands alit on Neo’s cheeks, and Pyrrha pulled her closer. The two of them, mutually blushing, locked eyes for a moment before Pyrrha tugged Neo in for a passionate kiss. Neo closed her eyes and murred against Pyrrha, their lips soft against each other, their faces basking in mutual warmth. A tongue pressed against Neo’s mouth and she let it in gratefully, delighting in the sense of making out with Pyrrha.

A touch graced her hips. Jaune’s fingers hooked under Neo’s panties and tugged them down, and she squirmed in anticipation even as Pyrrha draped her hands over Neo’s shoulders. She felt her boyfriend’s cock tickle her entrance and her whole body burned with delight.

Jaune slid in and Neo moaned into Pyrrha’s mouth, the action making her quake despite her gravidness. Jaune knew to be gentle with a pregnant woman, and though his thrusts were firm and commanding, they were not wild or breakneck—he went slow and dominant, easily plundering Neo’s pussy.

As Jaune continued fucking Neo, Pyrrha plucked her lips from Neo’s and looked her in the eyes. “You’re doing so well,” Pyrrha murmured in support, the words punctuated by a delectable whimper from Neo as Jaune lavished her with an especially thorough thrust. “This whole pregnancy, you’ve kept the babies healthy and happy… you’re going to be such a good mom, you know that?”

“You really think…?” Neo replied, her cheeks flushed with pleasure, her chest tight with anticipation. She could feel the babies tumbling within her womb, active and excitable.

“Oh yes,” Pyrrha said. “We couldn’t have asked for a better addition to our little family. In fact…” she drifted lower on the bed and Neo gasped as she felt a warm mouth against her chest. A quick series of gulps rang through the room as Pyrrha nursed from Neo’s swollen, tender breasts.

Wordless with bliss and happiness, Neo laid her head against the soft mattress, keening softy as Jaune continued fucking her, feeling comforted and safe as Pyrrha kept gulping down milk. The process continued for minutes until finally—

She sobbed, clenching tight as she was wracked with orgasm, and Jaune finished satisfactorily inside of her.

Neo thought that might be the end… but as the orgasm faded, another feeling shook her body. A tight feeling of readiness.

And she gasped as, riding the wave of her orgasm, her body went into labor, her water breaking.

“O-oh,” she whimpered, the telltale sign of imminent birth splashed out. Both Jaune and Pyrrha sat up in alarm, the redhead looking slightly dazed; her stomach was plump and sloshed a bit with movement. She’d gotten quite the smorgasbord of milk.

To their credit, the other two busied themselves in a flurry, throwing on clothes and readying themselves as Neo shakily used her Semblance to hide her nakedness.

“Now? Of all times?” Jaune said with a verbal roll of the eyes, donning his armor.

“At least the babies are punctual,” Pyrrha replied. The two of them gently hoisted Neo off the bed, each of them supporting one of her arms, Pyrrha grunting slightly from the weight of her milk-laden belly.

As they carried Neo free, Pyrrha and Jaune teased Neo about her sense of timing, and the three of them devolved into mutual laughter.

“You know,” Jaune said, eyes fixed gratifyingly on Neo’s belly, “I think I like that look to you, Neo. Maybe in a few months, I should knock you up again? How does that make you feel?”

A contraction shook Neo’s body as she readied for motherhood, but a knowing smile touched her mouth. Maybe Jaune was just teasing, but… she thought she would like that very, very much.