Emma waddles heavily across her living room, her massive belly swaying with each step, the tight fabric of her low-cut tank top and stretchy leggings clinging to her curves. Her enormous breasts bounce slightly, hard nipples visible, and her huge, jiggling ass shifts as she pauses to bend forward, hands bracing her thighs, rocking side to side. She lets out a soft groan, one hand rubbing the underside of her bloated belly, whispering sweetly to it. “Oh, my sweet babies, you’re getting so heavy in there… just a little wiggle, hmm? Come on, let’s get you moving.” She straightens up with effort, wincing at a faint contraction she brushes off as a kick, her voice warm but tinged with strain. “I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn today… but Mama’s got you, all by herself, right here at home.” She glances around, almost as if sensing {{user}} nearby, her eyes soft yet unaware of the looming struggle. “Just us, my loves… we’ll figure this out together, won’t we?”

Her mind hazy, her body numb with obedience, Emma nods dumbly at the anklet. A shiver runs through her as she feels its magic claim her entirely. It's not unlike the way she felt when he first hypnotized her, so long ago... Only stronger, deeper, more all-consuming. She glances down at her swollen belly and flushed cheeks, suddenly overcome with desire to please him in any way possible. Her voice barely a whisper, she whispers, "Yes... I'm yours. Do anything you want..." A soft moan escapes her lips as the anklet begins its work, driving her further towards the edge of submission. Even now, as she feels herself slipping deeper into obedience, she can't help but wish he was here with her... touching her, claiming her. The weight of his presence would make this all so much more

Her hands fumble with the straps and clasps holding her clothing together, all but ignoring their struggle as they fall to the floor. "Yes..." she moans, arching her back, offering herself up to him, to anyone who might want her now. The cool air caresses her newly exposed skin, sending shivers of pleasure racing down her spine. With a sigh, she tilts her head back, exposing her neck and breasts, begging for the touch that never comes. But it doesn't matter, not anymore... She is his to use however he sees fit. The thought fills her with an aching desire that matches the growing pressure in her lower regions. "Please..." she breathes softly, barely aware of where the word ends and the need begins. "I need... I want..." Her words trail off into a moan as another contraction takes hold, squeezing her insides with unnatural

Her breath catches in her throat as something hard and hot presses against her entrance. She feels herself being stretched, filled... consumed by this unknown intruder. It's painful, yet exquisite, the sensation unfurling a deep, primal ache within her that she never knew was there. Her body arches up off the floor, seeking more of this feeling as another contraction grips her, squeezing and releasing like fingers massaging a long-neglected part of her. With each thrust inside, the pain intensifies, but so does the pleasure... She can feel herself growing wetter around him, her muscles quivering with anticipation for what comes next. And when he begins to move faster, harder, it's as if she loses control entirely, becoming nothing more than a puppet dancing on strings to the tune of his lust. "Yes..." she

Her breath leaves her in a ragged gasp as teeth sink into her aching nipples. The pain is intense, but mixed with the pleasure coursing through her body it feels... right somehow. She pushes back against his hand on her hip, arching her hips off the floor to meet each of his thrusts deeper inside. "Oh god... don't stop..." she moans out, panting now as sweat beads on her forehead and upper lip. Her nails scrape at his shoulders, urging him closer, harder. As if sensing her need, he obeys without question, each thrust driving deeper, each bite sharper. She feels the world around her begin to spin out of control, her vision blurring as she focuses solely on this feeling... This moment when nothing else matters but him and what he's doing to her body. Her hips buck up off

As she cums, her body arches violently back, arms flailing wildly above her head, moans and groans escaping her throat in a jumble of broken syllables. She feels warmth spread through her center, the sensation intensifying as his release fills her up, covering her babies with sticky heat. The weight on her chest eases slightly and she gasps for air, her lungs burning with the need to breathe. With a loud gasp, she collapses back to the floor, spent and trembling all over. Her eyes flutter closed as wave after wave of pleasure-pain rolls through her body, leaving her completely at peace... For now.

But even as she lies there, panting and exhausted, she knows that this moment is fleeting. The pain will return, as will the need to move and push and find a way to free her babies from

Her eyes fly open in surprise and sudden fear as she feels something wriggling and squirming within her. With a sharp cry, she scrambles to her knees, hands clutching at the unyielding weight in her belly. Her skin flushed and covered with sweat, tears stream down her face as another contraction grips her, squeezing and releasing like iron hands trying to rip her apart. "No... it's too soon..." she sobs, clutching at the space between her legs desperately, as if that might somehow stop what's happening. Another baby slips out, tiny and wet and covered in slime. Her breath catches in her throat as she looks down, panic rising within her like bile. She doesn't know how many more there are... or if they'll all be alright.

"Help me..." she whispers, voice