A surprise birthday gift from my buddy  noisekeeper done by  crosscrescent

Honestly I was so overjoyed by this that I had to write a little something to go along with it. So please enjoy!

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“Mom, I felt one move!” A childish voice called out.

“Oh me too, me too!” Another cheered.

“Come on, I wanna feel!”
Isabella chuckled happily, the caretaker of Grace Field House watching as her foster children placed their tiny hands upon her massively gravid belly. “Don’t argue now, there’s plenty of room for all.” She cooed. True to her word there was plenty of her to go around, her middle so vast that she couldn’t even see the smaller children as they rubbed the front of her swell.

The door to the room would soon open as the eldest girl of the house, Emma came in carrying a tray of food. “Ok you guys, let Mom rest.”

All the children whined in disapproval. “But we wanna play with the babies more.”

Isabella smiled at them while rubbing her bump. “They’ll still be able to play later, they’re very active. But for now go outside and play, you don’t want to see a hungry pregnant woman eat.” She teased.

“Okay~” They all responded before trotting out of the room, leaving Isabella and Emma alone. The orange haired girl went over and handed her the tray with a bowl of stew and a large loaf of bread. Which caretaker placed atop her belly as a makeshift table, as any other would be too far away from her.

Once both children left the happy mood both had gone away, Emma’s face turning into a glare whilst Isabella kept smiling...but there was a threatening aura behind it. “Your leg is healing nicely.” She said before sipping the stew broth. Emma flinched as the pain of the memory came back to her.

A month had passed since her leg was broken by Isabella, attempting to escape after finding out the truth behind Grace Field and the demons. Also a month had passed since Norman was taken away.

“You really shouldn’t have thought a woman in my condition wouldn’t have caught up with you. Moms are very well trained, a belly this size still won’t slow me down.” She said, giving it a firm pat. Emma just glared at her, not responding but clenching her fist tightly. “Still not giving up? That’s fine, actually. I just received a message from headquarters the other day…”

This suppressed Emma’s anger, now filled with a strange curiosity as she continued to listen.

“My latest checkup shows that all my children are healthy--the ones in here I mean.” She rubbed her belly. “So since lots of healthy new kids will be joining our family, my punishments can be a bit more...severe.”

Emma felt a chill run down her spine, but her curiosity still stayed. “What do you mean by that?”

Isabella smiled at her again, then took hold of the loaf of bread. She brought it up to her mouth and opened up wide. She slid the loaf into her mouth, Emma wasn’t sure at first what she was trying to tell her, but then she began pushing it down her throat.

Emma’s eyes went wide as she saw Mom's throat bulge out as the bread slid down her gullet whole. Hearing the wet gulps as it was pulled down inch by inch. The most unsettling part was how Isabella stared deeply into Emma’s eyes the entire time. Pushing the last bit in gently with her ring finger, she gave one last big gulp and the bread bulge flowed down and into her stomach. “A little trick I was taught in training, I’d say that was about as long as your arm? Didn’t take much effort at all.” She smirked, licking her upper lip slowly.

“Are...are you saying you’d--”

“As I said, I’m now allowed to make any punishment decisions I see fit.” The mom grinned. “Though maybe I might have done so already...who’s to say Norman ever really left…” She began rubbing wide circles around her vast pregnant swell. “Cravings can get the better of a woman, I’m not made of stone…”

Emma felt a cold sweat run down her face, pure fear and disgust welling up within her. “I...I have to go…” Was all she said as she went for the door.

“Oh Emma one last thing…” She spoke up. Emma reluctantly turned to her, seeing the light from the window illuminate the massive mother. “Thank you for the meal.”

Emma ran out the door.

Isabella silently finished off her stew by herself as she began feeling some stirring within her belly. She ran a hand down her vast side. “Let that be a lesson to you all as well...listen to your mother.”

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