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“Enough, Amber,” Colin cooed. “That's three now. I need to get ready.”

“No,” Amber moaned into the sweat-soaked pillow. Colin was balls deep in her and still trickling semen as they spoke, so she clenched down on him. When that elicited no response, she began pushing into him, urging his still-solid length to violate her deeper.

“Now, now,” he said. “You already had an extra serving this morning. The twins might get jealous.”

“I don't care,” Amber breathed, and she tossed her hair to give Colin a sexy, smoldering look. “They don't need you as bad as I do.” On her hands and knees, Amber began humping against her son's dick while gazing over her shoulder.

Colin, unfortunately, was not to be swayed. “Flattery will get you nowhere, I'm afraid. I'll be late.”

With that, Colin pulled out, with his mother still weakly humping the air where he once was until reality set in. Gingerly she settled down on the bed, cradling her bulging belly and squeezing her thighs together to fight the emptiness between them. But then Colin gave her plump ass a nice smack, and she released, allowing his thrice-spent load to trail down.

“A sight that will never get old,” Colin sighed. Then he rose and stretched, and then headed to the bathroom to get ready for school.

Amber licked her lips and rolled onto her back. Like clockwork, her daughters descended on her. They rolled together and kissed and touched like three familiar lovers rather than three familial women.

Amber, Barbie, and Candi all had the good fortune to be knocked up the same day, and likewise, they were all progressing nicely. Both Candi and Barbie were carrying twins, and they were growing heavily in both tits and stomach. Their breasts swelled and became achingly tender, and they often sucked each others teats to alleviate the pressure. The very act of being pregnant was a constant reminder of Colin's virility, and consequently their lives revolved around either fucking him or the thought of it. And Colin's prediction had come too late; they were already jealous.

Amber, already mother of three and having been around the block before, was fully immersed in her new role. She was now unfazed by the new life brewing within her and she, now more than any of them, lived for the joy of sex. This was not the first morning she had been greedy. But how much of this was due to her new change of attitude or due to her addiction to Euphoris, Colin wasn't sure.

When Colin returned, he found his mother preparing to take her third dose of the morning. Euphoris was chemically and functionally similar to a speedball, but when combined with Eros, it relaxed the negative effects and amplified the good ones. Euphoris-induced euphoria was an instant assault to the brain, leading to poor judgment and giddiness and a special propensity to lust. It was also addictive enough that they needed no coercion to take it several times a day, keeping them suspended in a drug-fueled heat cycle with every fresh injection. And their arms were littered with injection points.

Amber bit her lip as she pulled her skin taut and then pierced it, finally sighing as the drug entered her veins and took effect within seconds. She even released a little moan of pleasure as the high griped her suddenly and brutishly with a shiver. As they watched, Candi and Barbie tweaked each others' nipple rings and they hungrily kissed, but their bellies were a barricade, keeping them stretching for each other like lovers on either side of a great chasm.

It was a lovely sight, but it had to end. So Colin cleared his throat and roared, “Alright girls, let's hustle; you don't want me to be late!”

They pouted at him, but Colin merely tapped his watch sternly and they all obeyed. They dressed themselves for the day: Candi and Barbie wore matching black teddies with lovely floral lacing and frilly garters, and Amber had a crisp white negligee, all but see-through except for a scanty g-string.

Colin, whose grades had improved dramatically since the change, now attended a prestigious private school in a well-ironed uniform. He finished knotting up his tie and checked himself in a mirror, but he didn't find a single fault. Gone was the shy and insecure Colin; now he was a sharp student and a smart dresser, and everyone loved the change, especially his girls.

“I've left your chores on the counter,” he told his family. “Please mind yourselves while I'm gone.”

“We will,” chanted his harem. They all stood before him in a line with their ill-fitting lingerie, each more pregnant and beautiful than the last. Colin's heart swelled, (and so did his dick) but he only had time for a bit of tongue and a few quick plucks of their nipple rings before he was out the door.

And so, the girls got to work on the house. These days there was never much to do, and between the three of them, their chores always went very fast.

“It's already so clean in here, there's nothing to do!” said Barbie. She'd swept the whole kitchen, but had hardly any dust to show for it.

“It's because we cleaned so well yesterday, my little doves,” tittered Amber from the sink, elbow deep in dish soap. “If only you two knew how hard it was to keep this place in order by myself! I was so stressed I let things go undone for weeks!”

Candi giggled. “'Weeks.' Mommy, I know for a fact you didn't clean under the couch for three full years.”

“Exactly!” exclaimed Amber. “How did we manage before?”

“You wanted to do it yourself,” Candi reminded her. “You were always a bit of a control freak, back then.”

“'A bit,'” Barbie repeated, and both she and Amber laughed.

“Well, things were different then. I didn't know any better.”

“Well, now, there's no need to worry,” said Barbie. She put up her dust pail and came up behind her mother, wrapping her arms around Amber's big, pregnant belly. “Now you've got your whole, loving family to help you!”

“Isn't it nice to not have to worry anymore?” Candi said. She stroked her stomach tenderly and smiled. “We used to have all kinds of stress, but now I just stress about baby names!”

“Ooh, I still like 'Parsley' and 'Pepper,'” said Barbie. “Or maybe 'Olive' and -!”

“Please don't give my grandchildren ridiculous names!” Amber admonished. “Pick something sensible!”

Barbie taunted her by sliding her hands from Amber's belly to her tits, cupping them with a firm hand until Amber unleashed a low groan. “What about your baby, Mommy?”

“Oh, hmm...” Amber didn't answer; she and Barbie were grinding into each other while Amber's nipples were pinched mercilessly.

“Is it really just one? Your belly's so big!” said Candi, taking advantage of the moment to move in and turn off the sink. She lay one hand on Amber's bulging stomach and used the other to pull her mother's face toward her.

“Just the one,” she managed to mumble before Candi captured her lips, and then they kissed passionately.

“Wow, you're a real slut today, Mommy,” teased Barbie as her mother and sister groaned into each others mouths. “Did you like that extra helping of dick this morning? How was it?”

“It just...so good,” panted Amber before Candi stole her lips again. Barbie continued fondling Amber's tits from behind as Candi felt up her shuddering legs, each of them rapidly unwinding in the heat of the moment.

“Which part do you like?” breathed Barbie. “My favorite is when we cum at the same time. It's so good and dirty,” she said with a shiver.

Candi said, “I love when he goes so deep I feel him in my womb. I just hope the twins don't mind the mess he leaves,” she giggled. “It's always so much!”

“You two are incorrigible,” said Amber with a smirk. “We need to finish the chores first before we go in the pen.”

“We know,” mumbled the twins, but they didn't release her; Barbie hugged her tighter and Candi buried her head in her mother's bosom and whined, “But I can't stop thinking about how much cum leaked out of you this morning, Mommy.”

“Oh, yeah, me too,” growled Barbie. “I like when Colin fucks you on your knees. We get a great view of everything, but your belly also looks extra big.”

“Mhm, your sexy belly makes me really hot, Mama.”

Amber shivered. She could smell how out of control the twins' hormones were, and when Candi slipped her hand in her panties, her fingers were quickly lost in the wet, hot flood. Amber's knees went weak. She glanced around the kitchen; things did seem to be in order. “Well, I suppose we could be done for the day. We probably shouldn't dawdle.”

The twins eagerly agreed.

The pen was nothing more than a children's playpen, the knee-high sort that looked like a bunch of giant colored puzzle pieces. It contained a number of colorful balls, soft stuffed animals, and a big multistory dollhouse. Despite the many expecting mothers in the house, it was not a pen intended for children.

Candi and Barbie threw themselves down on the bean bag chairs as Amber locked up the pen behind them. For grown women it presented no real obstacle, but that wasn't the point; it was their dungeon, and they stayed happily caged as long as he wished it, or at least as long as they had their fix.

“Oh, yes,” Candi simpered. She tweaked and pulled her nipple rings tight, blushing red as Amber set up the syringes. “If my brother can't shoot his cum in me, my sister can shoot me up instead!”

“Not too much, now,” said Amber, but her words were meaningless as she herself emptied a whole vial for her next hit.

The twins pinched and prodded her arm for a good vein, and once they found it, they pulled a rubber band taut over her arm. Amber could have easily done it herself, but her thoughtful daughters loved doing things for her.

“Now,” said Amber, “this is my favorite part.”

Barbie fondled her mother's breast to distract her from Candi's injection. Amber cried out and leaned back, falling into Barbie's soft tits and protruding belly, and her daughters watched her expression erupt into absent bliss. Amber's moan slowly faded softer and softer as Candi released the tourniquet and Barbie pulled her plump nipples.

“Oh, honey, that's so good,” Amber moaned. A lightness swept through her mind and body. She was air, and with every touch she crashed into water. Barbie suckled her neck and squeezed her breasts, and Candi held her down and fingered her, and Amber reached out to stop from falling, but she couldn't help but descend into orgasm, and her stomach clenched and her hips jerked as she fell further and further into the emptiness of bliss.

The twins both licked their lips, already intoxicated by Amber's scintillating screams but still desiring more. So while Amber blissfully faded away, unknowingly playing with herself in full view of her daughters, Candi and Barbie set up their own doses. They took their time and watched Amber roll around and cuddle a big plush bunny. They giggled and played with each other as they worked; lovingly they caressed each others' bellies, brushed away their hair, and coyly whipped each others' asses with their tails. When their syringes were set up, they locked arms and administered them to each other, and as they did so they tenderly held each others' faces and kissed.

And how long they kissed. They lost themselves in the intimate caress of lips as the euphoria stole them – tongues connected, breath shared, souls searched. The twins melded so thoroughly that they briefly saw themselves as one woman. Together they felt their babies kick, and the rush of hormones drowned them both whole.

“Whoa, Candi,” breathed Barbie when it was over. Her legs shook and she unsteadily leaned against her sister for support. “That one was really a doozy.”

Candi nipped her lips. “Mhm, I dunno; I might take another.”

“You should take me instead,” said Amber. The twins looked to see her crawling toward them. Her belly practically dragged on the floor under her at the same time her tail flicked daintily behind her. “Won't you please bring Mommy a toy? Please?”

“Hmm, I don't know,” said Candi. “I like making out with Barbie.”

Amber pouted and looked up at them with the softest eyes she could muster. She wanted her daughters to pamper her more! When that failed to win them over she crept closer, rubbing her head against their legs. Still, they ignored her. To salt the wounds they opened the little medicine cabinet in the dollhouse where they stashed an unmarked pill bottle, and they each took a little pink pill – giving none to her, just to themselves! – and placed it on the other sister's tongue. As they swallowed they plucked each others' nipple rings with huffy little snickers, and Amber began to quietly whimper.

“Aw, poor Mommy,” laughed Barbie. “Do you hear that? It's almost like when Colin is fucking us, even though she wants him all to herself.”

“Amber has such a slutty cunt, don't you?” Candi reached down and smacked Amber's ass, and she gasped. “Let's see it, slut.” Amber obediently turned and presented her ass to Candi. She looked away and blushed, but her daughter pulled her hair and head up to face reality.

“Aw, you don't gotta pick on her like that,” Barbie said.

“I'm not picking on her. She likes it, don't you, bitch?”

Amber didn't say anything, but with everything bared to her daughters, there was no hiding it – they could see her labia throb at the question. They giggled and Amber blushed even darker.

“Hang on, I've got just what you need.”

“Ooh, you're so mean today! I love it,” purred Barbie.

The strap-on was insertable. While it used a harness for stability, it was basically a double dilbo. It included a curved vibrating bullet for maximum satisfaction, and Candi's clit throbbed just imagining the pleasure in store for her. When she saw Amber sprawled on the carpet, her ass lifted and puffy slit revealed, Candi had to bite her lip to stifle a cry of orgasmic bliss.

“Everything good, Candi?” inquired Barbie.

God, was it! Panting, legs trembling, higher than the moon, Candi growled, “Mommy, I'm so fucking horny for you.”

“Horny,” repeated Amber, waving her ass slowly and purposefully.

Barbie propped herself up on a bean bag and enjoyed the show with a few toys of her own: a vibrating wand slowly circling her clitoral hood, and a cone-shapped buttplug snuggly clenched in her ass. Her slit burned for something big and stiff, but she let it crave for now. Like a proper high, a good orgasm was something best worked up to gradually.

Candi squirted some lube in each hand and jacked off both ends of the strap-on. Her eyes darted from Amber to Barbie and she drooled and licked her lips with every eyeful. She rubbed the head of the strap-on against her slit and let it slide against her lips until it met her sodden hole.

Candi aimed and unsteadily thrust one end of the strap-on into her pussy. She adjusted quickly – no toy could match the toe-tingling fullness of Colin's meaty erection, and she felt every nook and cranny that yet yearned for the touch of her brother. Nevertheless, Candi grabbed the base of the strap on, brandishing it like the fat cock Amber needed. She aimed for her mother's sopping slit and first allowed it to lounge in her lips, both threatening and tempting entry but never giving it. She bounced the dildo against Amber's clit and pressured her perineum, and she turned on the vibration for even more of a tease, but she never let Amber's cunt swallow the dick it craved.

Finally Barbie pouted, “Sissy, don't be like that. Give Mommy her fuck!” The vibrating wand was aggressively buzzing along her humid sex. She was flushed all over and her thighs were twitching involuntarily – she was clearly just as invested in Amber's fuck as Amber herself, and Candi loved it.

Candi steadied herself and Amber's legs gripped around Candi's shoulders. Candi couldn't even see her mother's face over the mountain of her stomach, but she took hold of Amber's hips and propped herself up with a leg for maximum leverage before finally aiming the dildo right inside Amber's waiting pussy.

Even though her mother came instantly upon penetration and unraveled in sensitive squirms, Candi buckled down. She knew she needed to pace herself, but she could feel Amber's sex contracting against the dildo, and before she knew it she'd moved from a steady pace to one of pure, unrestrained lust. She pulled Amber onto her silicone dick with a series of lewd grunts, and Amber in turn could only produce shrill squeals and the most primal moans of desire. Her thighs quivered as her pussy hungrily devoured the strap-on with increasing urgency.

“Mama, I can feel you cum on my dick,” moaned Candi.

“Is she still cumming?”

“She's cumming a lot.”

Amber weakly smiled. “I love when you – you put on a huge cock and r-ram me.”

“You like getting rammed, huh?”

“Mhm, yes! Rammed like a d-dirty two-bit whore,” she moaned, gasping every few words as Candi demanded access to her cervix.

“Why do you love this so much, slut? Is it not enough to get your pregnant belly pumped full of cum every morning and night?”

Barbie wanted to stop Candi from being so mean to their mother, but she bit her tongue when she saw Amber fondling her boobs and nodding eagerly with every new hurled accusation. The look on her face was of both carefree shame and lust, and it made Barbie shudder with desire. Since they were distracted anyway, she slipped herself another quick pill from the dollhouse medicine cabinet. She raised the vibration level of her wand, rocking back and forth in her bean bag at the same pace Candi rocked her hips into Amber.

Though it really wasn't very long at all, to their drug-addled minds, time stretched on and on and at times stood still. There was no need to ever stop; Candi could cum and cum and fuck on as long as she had the strap-on, but her body couldn't take it. Eventually, Candi fell on top of her mother and squirmed as the devastating waves of pleasure rendered her muscles into jello and her mind nigh brain-dead. Her screams became silent and unending, Amber balanced her on her belly and purred as her pussy milked her daughter's fake dick with tight, rhythmic clenches.

Meanwhile, Barbie was aggressively tweaking her nipples with one hand and buried deep in her snatch with the other. The battery on the magic wand had run out, but that was fine: now it was time for her to don her own strap-on.

“Candi, can I have a go?” she asked. When her sister didn't answer, Barbie said, louder, “Candi, you can't keep her to yourself.”

“Five...hngh! Five more...minutes.”

Barbie whined, “No! I've been a good girl this whole time, and it's my turn.”

Before Candi or Amber could reply, Barbie easily slipped one end of a strap-on into her pussy. She tightened up her harness and got into position behind Candi, and when she tried to sit up, she pushed her back over Amber's belly. Barbie pulled up Candi's tail to reveal her sex, still stuffed with the other end of the strap-on. She nose-dived in, greedily suckling her sister's puffy lips and licking up every sweltering drop of her liquid arousal.

Candi groaned and rubbed into her mother, and they pressed and ground their tits into one another. Their tummies weren't the only thing that had swollen in the past several months; pregnancy had swelled their boobs to almost double in size. Amber found it difficult to fit in most shirts these days.

Not that she cared anymore, of course, as she could simply go without them. Once upon a time she suffered to keep her chest contained in nice blouses and bound away in tight button-ups, but no longer. She adored her massive, ballooning tits, and she loved when her daughters pressed against her and planted their faces firmly between her mounds, as Candi was doing now.

Barbie spread Candi's pussy lips and teased her with the fat head of her cock, letting her feel its thickness fight for access with the inserted dildo. Barbie stretched her sister with one hand and led her faux-erection with the other, and she pumped her hips until her target gave way. Candi grunted, and then released a throaty sigh as the toys began to wrestle their way into her welcoming body.

“That's good, Candi,” cooed Amber, and she stroked her daughter's hair with a placid smile. “Good girl. Now keep fucking me too.”

“Oh Mama, it feels s-so good.” Candi gulped and picked Amber's hips up, and she pressed her own strap-on deeper into Amber's eager hole. Suddenly trapped between her mother and sister, Candi had no choice but to submit to both of them, and she did.

“I love being all together as a family,” Amber said, and the twins agreed in the form of shrill cries possessed by passion. “Well, almost all together...”

“Girls, I'm home,” Colin called. The house was quiet and tidy, as it should be. He undid his tie as he walked through the house and found the girls right where they should be.

“Master, it's you!” Amber cried out with a happy wag of her tail.

“Wow, you're awfully docile today,” chuckled Colin. He stepped forward and stroked Amber's cheek. “Did those two soften you up for me?”

“Did they,” laughed Amber. Candi and Barbie were each preparing another injection and trying to find an unused spot to put it. Barbie pulled her tourniquet tight as Candi fingered her arm and poked all over for a free vein. Both of them were drooling and swaying from the powerful vibrators snugly lodged in their vaginas.

“Welcome a-ahh! Home...” they said, and Colin smirked.

“Have you kept my cubs nice and safe?” asked Colin.

Amber pat her belly and gazed down at it with a maternal glow. “Everyone's still nice and snug.”

“Even though you three have been having fun without me?” he asked with a raised brow.

“We could have a lot more with this,” said Amber, and she reached over the gate to press her palm against Colin's restrained erection.

“What do we say?” said Colin.

“...Please?” she tried hopefully.

“What was that, Amber?” Colin began unzipping his trousers, but his bulge stayed safely tucked away. “I didn't hear you.”

Amber leaned back and cradled her mountainous tits in her arms. She spread her legs and rocked her big tummy from side to side, jiggling her boobs and sticking out her tongue. “Pwetty pwetty pwease, Master?” she tittered. “With a big, throbbing, fat cherry and extwa whipped cweam?”

Colin nodded approvingly and undid his belt. Amber took it in her teeth, and Colin said, “Oh, I'll give you extra cream – and a massive cherry,” he added as his bulbous red head pushed its way through his briefs.

Amber fingered herself in anticipation, and then yelped. She'd felt a sudden pinch in each arm, and as she glanced around in bewilderment, she realized the twins had both stuck her while she was distracted.

“Just to get you loosened up, Mama,” Barbie said sweetly.

“Oh, she's already plenty loose,” chimed Candi.

Colin opened the door to the pen and looked down at his three girls with a warm smile. He shed his blazer and stretched his shoulders, letting their need grow and grow until he could see it blazing in their eyes. The three tigers kneeling before him were like young, impatient huntresses who'd waited a long day to see some action, and they were salivating at the mere promise of it. He didn't even need to touch them, and they knew it.

Before long the twins squirmed themselves into a thrashing orgasm brought on by the vibrators, and Amber, completely unstimulated, couldn't help but cum just from the sound of her daughters aching cries and the constant perverse stare of her son. Colin watched all three of them cum all over themselves, on their knees, on the floor in front of him, and he nodded with satisfaction.

“It's so good to come home to my family,” Colin said, and his erection throbbed in approval.