Chasca feels the tingling of the magic pixie cum in her urethra, feels it running in instead of out, so strange, so telling, as she squeezes his tiny cock in these tiny little muscles. How he squrims when its too much after, she likes that although she does not know its cause, really. All of her access to cock is Sult's until these little doomed training toys, and she gets just as much of it as he wants her to have. She does not know yet what a torture this can be, but she likes the wiggl

 Chasca is hungry. Very hungry now. There is nothing to eat in the house but what is in the box, and her mind keeps returning to it. She takes it out of its hiding place, and looks into it. There they are, the little pixie men, attempting to hide themselves behind the now rather battered tarts. Chasca takes out the blackberry one, she loves blackberries normally, and puts the rest of the box away. All its contents breathing deep sighs of relief. Chasca looks long at the tart. Not only does

 Chasca almost can't stand to wear anything, nothing fits, and everything binds. Her tits are even bigger, swollen with milk from her victory cum shot, and her belly is even bigger than yesterday. Her feet are swollen. She wants to bite something. Granny would say that was a very good sign in a pregnant woman, especially about the time of the quickening. Chasca is like....4 days pregnant? 3? But even as she starts to worry, old rat wheel tracks that used to exist along those lines are shunt