The time had come. Hugo knew this, deep in his bones. Much like a dog feels earthquakes under its feet or sailors shiver at a storm’s approach, Hugo sensed the looming force weeks in advance. A shadow descended upon the Vasquez home, invisible, silent, yet ever-present.

Things started simple enough, nothing out of the ordinary. While enjoying orange slices, hash browns, and blueberry pancakes shaped like his face, Brienda, his larger-than-life wife, played a game of footsie under the kitchen table. Hugo nearly spat out his coffee in surprise, but still indulged her. It was clean, wholesome fun, playful even, and after 15 years of marriage, Hugo was simply glad Brienda felt flirty from time-to-time.

Over time, however, Brienda grew… bold. More intimate, more affectionate. While vacuuming the upstairs carpets, a hand pinched Hugo’s bottom, only to mysteriously vanish. Whenever they met in hallways, Brienda bumped Hugo with her hefty hips, nearly bowling the blonde over. During Game Nights, those long lashes fluttered like butterflies, and Hugo had to pick up a conspicuous amount of lingerie off the bedroom floor. The blonde's face turned scarlet as he held silky black panties, the fabric sheer as silk, yet stretchy like rubber. What's more, the lingerie was large enough to serve as a national flag, or perhaps a bedsheet.

And so on and so on. Honestly, despite Brienda’s stone-faced stoicism during daylight hours, the Hispanic mother could be read like a book. Her intent was clear as the glasses on her face, or the thunderous clap clap of her behemoth buttcheeks. Hugo just didn’t the when, where, or why.

Well, the ‘why’ was pretty straightforward. The Vasquez family was large; between Beatrix, Marcello, and the twins, Jozef and Ramona, every day was busy. Hugo and Brienda worked hard to keep everyone happy & healthy, and kept a tidy household … but even in a house large as theirs (two-story homes were a rarity in Obscura), the walls were only so thick. It was difficult to set a romantic mood when there was laundry to fold, and nothing was more embarrassing than to a high school-age daughter walking into her parents kissing on the couch. Hugo and Brienda were still affectionate, but only during rare downtimes when they could be alone.

After all, family is forever, but so were mental scars.

As such, it was hardly surprising that Brienda felt… pent-up. She flirted with Hugo whenever & however possible. He just didn’t know what plan she had in mind? Did she wanna take a second honeymoon? Perhaps visit her mother for some alone time? Neither Vasquez was so desperate to rent a room, that money was better spent on groceries or schooling. Still, where did it end?

Then, one day, it struck like a bolt out of heaven. Summer was upon them, and the children were eager to enjoy their break. The twins were off to Camp Greenlake, where they’d sing songs, roast marshmallows, and study the constellations. Beatrix would hone her music skills at band camp, and Marcello planned to learn about computer software.

Altogether, the Vasquez children were a bright, spunky, nerdy lot, and they loved hanging out with friends, learning, and exploring the world. Nothing would bore them to tears more than spending summertime indoors all day. When the first day of summer rolled by, the four children hopped onto their buses, waved goodbye, and didn’t look back.

Hugo and Brienda returned the wave, hand-in-hand, then returned home. Alone. With each other.

That's when cold realization struck Hugo like a barrel of bricks. Just in time too, for once the door was locked and the blinds drawn, Brienda loomed over her husband.

“Hugo…”

“Y-Yes, dear?”

Hugo gulped hard. His wife was a gigantic woman. Not a heavyset wall of muscle or chubby bundle of love, but an actual giantess. The 5’9” Hugo stood to Brienda’s knee. Her head often scraped against the ceiling, every outfit was custom-made order because stores didn’t carry XXXXXXL, and those humongous hips could crush cars like tinfoil. Brienda dominated every place she was in, even football stadiums, and Hugo was happily married to this living mountain of Latina love.

Her glasses tinted by morning sunlight, Brienda’s hands rested upon her continent-spanning hips. Despite the weeks of flirting, or perhaps because of it, she wore a steely, stoic frown. She looked like an owl that locked onto a defenseless bunny rabbit across a glen. Only the faintest scarlet on her cheeks betrayed Brienda's feelings. The effort to seem serious was equal parts worrying and adorable.

“Hm… with the kids off at summer camp, there’s not much to do around the house. Is there?”

“W-well…” Hugo managed a weak grin. The blonde gentleman was eclipsed in his wife’s shadow, his eyes level with her crotch. He desperately resisted the urge to gaze at those meaty, pillar-sized legs. “We could catch up on chores that have piled up! Like, we could dust out the attic! And my office needs some tidying up…”

With the faintest head tilt, Brienda raised an eyebrow.

“Hugo?”

“Yes dear?”

"Please don't play dumb. You know full well what I meant..."

His nerves taut as piano wire, Hugo nodded his head.

"Yeah. I do..."

Deep down, Hugo was scared. Not of Brienda, oh no; Hugo felt like the luckiest guy in the world to marry such a massive hunk of muscle and eldritch horror. Brienda was great, easily the sexiest woman alive. She was certainly the smartest. No, what he feared was Brienda's appetite. Once her engines were revved, Brienda could make love for hours. Days. Weeks even. There was no limit to her stamina. During their honeymoon, the couple barely left the hotel room, and prior to the twins' arrival, Hugo had to be scraped off the ceiling whenever Brienda bucked those hefty hips hard. The scent of feminine arousal stuck to him like skunk spray, and nothing short of walking through a car wash cleaned it off.

Point being, a man could only suffer so many hairline fractures before he grew weary. Still, Hugo couldn't deny it: he enjoyed making love to his giant wife. Brienda was sexy. She was beautiful. She was God's gift to mankind... or perhaps Cthulhu's? Honestly, that whole 'avatar of an Elder God' situation was more confusing than Googolplex's Theorem. All Hugo understood was that his wife was magic and part tentacle alien, and that was good enough for him.

Clearing her throat, Brienda cut through Hugo's hazy thoughts.

"Well! If we have an understanding, then meet me in the bedroom in... half an hour?" Brienda pursed her lips and shifted her head from side-to-side as she tussled with ideas. Every time the giantess moved, that behemoth booty bounced back-and-forth. The skintight jeans that hugged her flesh audibly creaked from the strain. "That should be enough time to get ready, right?"

"Well, yes, but..." Hugo felt like he was sliding down a slippery slope, plummeting towards a rocky ravine. He wasn't a mind-reader (that was Beatrix's power), but something about Brienda's demeanor struck him as especially... ambitious. Whenever Brienda set her mind on a goal, she never stopped. Not once, even if the goal was impossible, insane, or both. "Sweetie, if you wanna make love for... the reasons I suspect, is it really the best idea? We already have four kids!"

"Hugo, you know as well as I do." Brienda's voice took on a deep, booming tone. It rumbled inside her chest like thunder and echoes across the Vasquez house until every glass object quivered. Golden fire shimmered off Brienda, perverse and arcane, and a thousand eyes danced in its eldritch haze. "I want a big family. A big, big family. I grew up as a single child. Alone and without friends, shunned because of my eldritch nature. I won’t burden our kids with the same fate.”

As eldritch energy rippled off Brienda like mystical heat, something more... lurid wafted off too. The desire to breed, the thirst for procreation. The One Whose Eyes Were Open, the Elder God whom Brienda was simply an extension of, like a branch growing off a giant tree, spread its influence everywhere. It touched every inch of reality, invisible to mortals, yet felt by those in-touch with their Inner Eye. How many Avatars and lesser entities the Elder God spawned across the cosmos, nobody could say for certain, but the inhuman abomination wanted eyes to reach everything, to witness everything, to know everywhere.

And it would sire more fruit, whether through Breinda's rationale or not. Hugo knew his wife and the difference between Brienda and the One Whose Eyes Are Open, but right now, it was impossible to parse them apart. Did Brienda want more kids? Or did the Elder God want kids? Did it really matter? The line between the two could be so terribly blurry at times.

Sweating a bit, Hugo gave a helpless shrug.

"I... suppose that makes sense? The house is big enough, but..."

Suddenly, Hugo bit his tongue. Golden embers spat off Brienda and her blood-red eyes shimmered like the sun. Clearly this wasn't a conversation.

"...Y-Yeah, sure! Why not! But, uh, let's not get too crazy, please? I'd like to walk straight after this!"

Like storm clouds parting after a maelstrom and letting sunlight pierce through the darkness, Brienda's dark expression brightened up. With a warm smile, she clapped her hands together. Even the thousand eyes dancing in the golden flame seemed to shimmer happily.

"Of course, turtle dove! I'll be gentle! The last thing we wanna do is stay overnight at the emergency room... again. I'll be off then!"

With a light-hearted chuckle, Brienda then turned on the spot and sauntered away. Across her shoulder, she gave Hugo a playful wink.

"... Oh! And don't forget to bring the red wine, water, and snacks! You'll need to stay hydrated for what I've got in store for you! Just don't keep me waiting now! Ehehehe~"

With that, Brienda vanished down the hallway, her gigantic hips swaying from side-to-side. The whole Vasquez house kept shaking a second or two longer, unable to resist the titanic weight of her footballs. Hugo gave a cheerful wave, his lips contorted into a tight grin.

Only after thirty seconds or so did Hugo let his shoulders slump. With a hand across his forehead, the blonde sighed heavily.

"... my poor pelvis. I can already feel it weeping.

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