Fortuna

My name is Micah. I'm 20 years old, and I have the shittiest luck. I can't explain it better than that. If something can go horrifically wrong, somehow it will end up being worse than the worst possible outcome. This is part of why I'm still single. Most of my shit luck seems to occur around women I'm trying to impress and it usually ends with the girl running away screaming. I keep trying anyways, but with little enthusiasim. The other part is that I have a "thing" for pregnant women. By thing I mean they give me a raging boner. I'd never tried hitting on a pregnant girl before, I mean, who knows, maybe somehow my luck suddenly changes and she wants me to be a father to her baby or something. It sounds shallow, mainly because it is, but if I'm going to raise a screaming, shitting, expensive little monster, I want it to be mine, for it to be a little Micah. It could happen, I mean, I do have the shittiest luck. That is, until I met her.

Chapter 1

I was sitting on the bus heading to class, feeling bitter after another failed attempt at romance the previous night. "'Let's light some candles'. She said. 'They're sexy and will add to the mood'" I mumbled, mocking Becca's words from the previous night. "How was I supposed to know her hair was a friggen fire hazard."

Last night, while "adding to the mood" Becca's hair apparently got too close to a candle and ignited her hair spray. She was not hurt, but her hair was half gone. "Still in the mood?" I had asked. My face still stung from where she slapped me. I slept alone that night, bummed how, again, the universe had destroyed my chance with her. She was cute but nothing special. She was dumber than a bag of hammers, but I didn't mind too much.

The bus slowed as it neared a station and jerked me back from my not-so-fond memories of last night. I sighed. It was 11:30am and I was on my way to school for pointless classes.

I'm a sophmore at the University of Who-Gives-A-Shit. Going to school was so I could earn a degree, just to say I had one. I didn't need it. I was what some call "Flithy rich". My parents had died a few years ago in a crash. Apparently they had shit luck too. Not many people get killed by a train that derails half a mile away. They had been some corporate hotshots who raked in cash without ever having to do very much. When they died, I got everything. The condo, the mansion, the jet, the oodles of money, everything. Its really hard to have near limitless wealth and remain down to earth. I never flaunted my wealth like some arrogant pricks I knew. College helped me stay in the real world and not some la-la land.

The bus stopped at the station and opened up its doors. A tall man in a business suit got on first, paid the fee, and started heading towards the back of the bus. I couldn't see much of the girl who got on behind him, just enough to make my jaw drop, tongue roll out onto the floor, drooling, the whole nine yards. She was about 5' 5" with raven colored hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was beautiful. Her lightly bronzed skin looked smooth, almost like silk, and made me want to run my hands over her body, caressing her. Her face was a mix of beauty and girl-next-door cuteness. Even from where I sat, I could see the fullness of her lips, the kind that would make a man do anything for a kiss. I continued staring as she paid the driver and turned down the aisle. She glanced at me and saw me staring at her with unrestrained desire. She gave me a shy smile and quickly looked away. I was seated about the middle of the bus, at a window seat, and found myself praying she would continue walking down the aisle. The man walked past me to sit at the rear of the bus. This gave me the first chance to get a good look at her. My pants nearly exploded off of me. She had a slender build. She wasn't skinny, she wasn't chubby, she looked... soft. Her legs moved with a grace that suggested she could do some kinky stuff with them. She was curvy in all the best ways. Her skin tight black sweat pants hugged her hips and great ass. She wore a pink U of WGAS t-shirt that looked like a tight fit. This might be because she looked to have DD's stuffed in there, or it could've been because she looked like she was nine months pregnant. A large round belly that looked like she was stuffing her shirt with a basketball. Her shirt almost made it all the way down her belly, leaving a little gap underneath that showed more of her luscious skin.

My brain needed a minute to reboot, but I noticed that she had stopped next to me. I looked up to find her looking at me, apparently talking to me.

"Uhm... What?" I suavely stated.

She smiled. Angels would be jealous of her smile. She leaned a little foward and spoke slowly as if I didn't understand English. "Is this seat taken?" She was pointing at the seat next to me.

I glanced around the bus, besides myself and the girl, there was three other people on the bus. "Uh, no. It's all yours." I said. She shifted her purse and placed it on the floor, then sat down, practically falling, in the seat. It gave me a great view of her ass which her pants showed in perfect detail. The best way I could describe it would be to call it a bubble butt. Not a huge one, but perfect on her. She settled in the seat and spread her legs a little to allow room for her large belly in her lap. My mind raced, this was too good to be true, I couldn't pass up this opportunity. I scrambled for something witty to say, but only managed to say "You're a freshman?"

She turned her head to look at me, flashing another smile. "Yeah, what gave it away?" she asked.

"I've seen deer in headlights that looked less lost than you. The first few days are a little scary." I said. She laughed and it was music to my ears. I extended my hand to her and said, "I'm Micah."

She shook my hand. Her skin really did feel like silk. "I'm Amy, it's a pleasure to meet you Micah." she responded.

"The pleasure is all mine, Amy" I said in a neutral voice. I didn't want to sound creepy and spook her. She smiled briefly at me before turning to look at the front of the bus. Shit, I thought, I can't let the conversation die like this. Campus was only a couple more blocks away, I had to think fast. My salvation came in from above. "Looks like it's going to be a little bit before we start moving. Looks like traffic is backed up because of an accident up ahead." The bus driver said over the intercom. This was a dream. This had to be a dream. I rarely get one thing to go my way, but now, when I needed it most, my luck was good. Amy sighed and leaned back a little in her seat. "So, you're a student too?" She asked me.

"Yeah, I'm a sophmore." I replied. "Art history major."

She snickered, "Isn't that like saying 'Screw school, I'm here for the parties' major?"

I chuckled at that. "Yeah," I said, "it is exactly saying that. How about you, what's your major?"

"Biology. For now atleast. I don't know what I want to do yet." she said with a slight frown.

We continued the small talk for a bit, asking each other about school, where we're from, et cetera. Things were looking good, until I said something that I knew I shouldn't have. "So, how far along are you?" I pointed to her belly. Her reaction was typical to my luck... Sometimes it sucks being me. She looked at me with a mixed expression on her face. One part surprised, one part terrified, and a whole bunch of self-conciousness. I wanted to smack myself. If she turned out to not be pregnant I was in trouble. But she didn't say anything, she just quickly stood and walked off the bus.

"Fuck." I eloquently stated. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I said in rhythym to me hitting my head on the seat in front of me. It was there, while my head rested on the seatback in front of me, that I noticed that she had left her purse. I debated not pursuing her. I didn't want to get smacked if she was pissed at me. "Cmon you pussy. Go for round two." I encouraged myself. I stood up and grabbed her bag. I walked to the front of the bus but I couldn't see where Amy had went. "Did you see which way the girl who just got off went?" I asked the bus driver.

"That ugly chick?" he grunted "Yeah, she went that way." He gestured to a side-street up ahead. I wanted to choke him. She was gorgeous and just because she was pregnant he found her ugly. Asshat.

I took off down the side-street with Amy's purse, praying to every possible thing you could pray to, that I be given a second chance.

Chapter 2

As I ran down the street, I saw Amy rapidly waddling away. As I ran to catch up to her, I came up with a plan to give me a second chance. Also, as I ran, I couldn't help stare at her sweet ass. For a very pregnant woman, she could waddle awefully damn fast.

I nearly caught up to her when I called out, "Amy! Wait a second."

She stopped in her tracks and turned to face me. Her expression was almost unreadable. She looked really.... nervous? I couldn't tell exactly. "You left your purse on the bus." I said as I handed her the purse. "Amy, look, I want to apologize for what I said on the bus. You are beautiful woman. Let me make it up to you, let me buy you lunch or something."

Amy seemed to relax a little after my offer. It looked like she was having some great struggle trying to figure out what to do. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "you didn't do anything wrong. I actually am pregnant, I'm just shy about it."

"My offer still stands. I'd like to buy you lunch." I said.

She looked like she was ready to say no, but wanted to add suspense before she did or something. She stalled a moment. My hopes evaporated, second chance my ass. Fucking universe. "It's ok, I'm sor-" I began saying.

"Yes." she said softly.

My heart skipped a beat. "Yes? Yes to lunch?" I said, hoping not to sound too excited.

"No. I said Yes to your shirt." She sarcasticly said. "Yes, Yes to lunch."

"Great! I know of a great Ma and Pa deli just down a few blocks. My treat!" I started walking in the direction of the deli, but a thought occurred to me. "You O.K. with walking?" I asked Amy "I can get a cab in no time, if you want." I reached into my pocket for my cell phone. As I did, I noticed the suspicious lack of my money clip in my pocket. What? It's a little cliche, sure, but I don't like carrying my wallet in the city. And also maybe because it makes you look cool. Shut up.

I checked all my pockets, no money. Some lucky bastard on the bus is going to find a nice little treasure today. We weren't far from my apartment, I figured we could make a slight detour to pick up some cash. "Ok, we're going to make a quick stop at my apartment, I seem to have misplaced my wallet." I told her. She nodded and said it was ok.

We arrived in front of my apartment. It isn't actually an apartment. It's a townhouse, a rather nice one too. I call it my apartment because college kids don't usually own a townhouse in the city. "Wow." Amy said with wonder, "That's one hell of an apartment."

"Yeah." I agreed.

"Can I come in to check it out?" She asked.

"Sure, come on in." I opened the door allowing her in first.

I could go into great detail about how my townhouse looks, or you can just imagine lots of expensive woodwork, darkish hues to everything, and an air of wealth. Amy slowly walked around the living room with her mouth open, gawking at everything. "Is that the President?" she asked, pointing to a picture. "You had the President in a headlock?"

I smiled. "Yeah, sure, you never got the President in a headlock?" I said with an air of non-chalance. I admit it, I can be arrogant sometimes.

I left her to her admiring. She went from one thing to another with a look of disbelief. I went upstairs to grab some cash. When I cam back down, Amy was sitting on the couch, with that same nervous expression again. "Ready to go?" I asked.

"Micah, I... I... Sit." she stammered and gestured next to her. I did as she said. "Look, you seem like a really nice guy." she began. Nothing ever good comes out of a conversation starting with that line. "And I don't want to lie to you. There's something I have to tell you." My heart kept sinking. "I'm not actually pregnant." She said quickly, as if saying it faster was less painful.

This surprised me. "What do you mean? You said you were earlier. Did you just say that so I wouldn't feel bad for mistaking you as being pregnant?" I was confused and didn't know what else to say.

She shook her head, "No, it's just that... You'll never believe me."

"Try me." I said.

"Ok, but this is going to be weird and possibly a little hard to take in." she began. "A couple years ago, I kinda pissed off some old man. I teased him and taunted him with my looks. He was less than pleased. Maybe he needed Viagra or something. Well, it turns out he was some kind of wizard or voodoo-man or something, because he laid a curse on me. He changed my body to look like it is now. My breasts ballooned along with my belly. He said, 'You shall be punished for your devilish ways slut!' He was a bit dramatic about the whole thing. "Cursed ye shall be for all time! You shall wear this body forever and live with discomfort of being pregnant until your real body matches your cursed body." At the time, I had no idea what that he meant. I was suddenly massively pregnant and was trying to not have a heart attack. I was embarassed to show my face to my family or friends, looking very pregnant suddenly. I worked up the courage to finally tell the truth, I could only hide for so long. But when I went to my friends and family, they didn't recognize me. To them, I looked like some hideous old woman. Missing teeth, warts, the whole nine-yards. Not a single person has ever seen me, my real, very pregnant-looking body. That is, until you did."

I didn't know what to say after that. "So... what does that mean exactly?"

I noticed she was staring at my lips then my eyes, then back to my lips. She didn't look nervous anymore. She bit her lip a little. It made her look so sexy. I got the hint from her eyes. I slowly leaned in closer to her. She didn't back away. I closed my eyes and placed my lips on hers. They were warm and moist. She stiffened a little when I began kissing her, but slowly her body relaxed and seemed to melt into me. It was a glorious moment. The kiss lasted a little longer before it broke. I looked at her face, she looked like she wanted to jump my bones and fuck my brains out. Score one for Micah. I lean in to kiss her again, this time I slowly place my hand on her swollen belly. She was very full, her belly was tight but had a little give to it. When I'd touched her stomach, she gasped and jerked away from me. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't... I..." I stammered.

She was looking down at her stomach and said "No, it's ok. It's just... I've never felt anyone else touch it before." She looked at me again, "I like it. Could you... maybe rub it a little?"

She was making me so hard, it hurt. I obliged her and gently began rubbing her ripe belly. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as I rubbed. We kissed again as I continued rubbing. That lasted for a few glorious moments, then she leaned back and said, "Help me get my pants off." A nanosecond later, she was naked on my couch. I stripped off my own clothes. When I removed my boxers, her eyes widened. I'm not packing the world's largest dong or anything, but I never got any complaints from previous girls. Big, long and hard is how they had described it. That's all I needed. Amy moaned again and began caressing one of her giant breasts. Her nipples were stiff as she rubbed and tweaked them. "Oh, Micah. Fuck me. Please." she said softly between moans.

I got down on my knees on the floor and grabbed her legs and turned her sideways a little. Her big belly made most positions difficult, but I figured this would do. Grabbing hold of her thighs, I slowly entered her. Amy's breath caught. She began to breathe a little heavier. I started slow and built up speed and force as I went. Her moans turned from soft purrs to nearly screaming. Both of us breathing heavy as we fucked. Her breasts and belly jiggling a little with each thrust. "Yes. Oh, yes. Harder." she said between pants. "Oh god!" I did as she commanded.

We both came at about the same time. I released my juice inside her, which elicited a pleased purr from Amy and she began to rub her belly with both hands. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It wasn't long before I was good to go again. This time we moved upstairs to my bedroom. I lead her by her hand silently to the bed. She crawled on all fours onto the bed, wiggling her ass as she went. She looked over her shoulder at me staring. In a sultry voice she said, "Come over here big boy. I still have plenty of room in here that needs filling." she caressed her belly again. "Marry me." I said. She giggled her sweet laugh. I climbed into bed with her and proceeded to slowly thrust inside her. I fucked her from behind for a little bit, then she crawled forward and laid down on her side. She looked over her shoulder at me, not saying anything, yet telling me a whole lot. I laid right behind her, she pulled her legs up towards her belly, allowing me room to work. She began to play with her breasts again, squeezing her nipples lightly. I shifted so I was able to get my whole unit in then slowly, sensually had sex with the love of my life.

A little while later, we lay in bed together. Me spooning her, I caressed her beautiful pregnant looking belly. She had her eyes closed, but had a sweet smile on her face. She purred softly and snuggled closer to me, into my arms. "You know you still owe me lunch, buster."

Chapter 3

The next morning I woke to my alarm screeching. Alerting me to wake up to go to class. I slapped the clock until it turned off. Fuck class. I was exhausted. Amy and I had sex two more times the previous night before falling asleep. I rolled over towards Amy only to find she wasn't there. My brain slowly kicked into gear. Did I dream all of that? It would just be my rotten luck for that to all have been a dream. I took a deep breath and noticed the smell of Amy still on the bedsheets. Her scent kicked off some base instinct in my brain which decided it was play time again. I got stiff under the sheets, it looked like I was trying to pitch a tent. I threw the covers off and went in search of Amy.

The townhouse had three floors. My bedroom was on the second floor, along with the library and office. Third floor had the entertainment room, gym and stairs leading up to the roof. First floor had the standard rooms. Kitchen, dining room, living room and such. I walked out of my bedroom shuffling down the hall towards the stairs, yawning and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

I slowly made my way down the stairs. I heard music playing and could smell bacon. I headed into the kitchen and found my sweet cooking me breakfast. She was humming to the song playing on the iPod stereo as she stood over the stove. Her back was to me, I couldn't see what she was making, but from the smell I could tell it invovled eggs and bacon. God, this girl knows how to steal a man's heart. She continued humming and seemed to be dancing a little too. It was then my eyes finally focused. I noticed she was wearing those cute little boy shorts with PINK written across the ass, but they looked one size too small and rode up her ass a little. She was also wearing an apron... and nothing else. Her raven hair was down and I could see it went a little past her bare shoulders. I leaned against the wall in the doorway, crossing my arms, admiring her. Her sexy ass jiggled a tiny bit every time she started dancing. She was swaying her hips to the music and I found it hypnotizing. I continued watching her until she turned around with the frying pan in hand, bacon sizzling. She wasn't startled when she saw me. She just beamed, showing me her gorgeous smile.

"Good morning, Sleepy-head." Amy said. "I wanted to surprise you." She gestured at the pan.

"I'm dead. I'm dead and this is heaven. That's the only explaination." I began walking towards her, but stopped half-way. Very basic male instinct is to protect your equipment. My uncovered erection near a sizzling hot frying pan, bad idea.

Amy looked me up and down. "At ease Soldier." She saluted me with the spoon in her hand. "Don't want your cannon there to get sizzled," she said with a smirk "or for it to fire accidentally." She waddled to a plate set on the table and scooped the bacon onto the plate. She returned to the stove and swapped frying pans, this time placing an omelet on the plate. "Eat." she said.

I was starving, but I made a detour on my way to the table, intercepting Amy after she dropped off the hot pan. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and pulled her close, my erection was forced to point down and ended up sliding between her ass cheeks. She made a very satisfied noise and put her arms on mine. I debated having her right then and there, when she suddenly slapped my hand. "Eat, first. Dessert later." she said, emphasizing dessert.

I let go of her and sat at the table. I began devouring the meal she had prepared for me. It was bliss. As I munched, Amy propped her elbows on the kitchen counter facing me. She rested her head in her hands and watched me for a bit.

"Micah." she began, "I wanted to talk about last night."

"Hmm? Which part? One, two, three, or four?" I replied.

"E. All of the above." She frowned a little. "It's just, I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me. I don't normally do that with someone I just met."

I understood. I nodded. "Which part? One, two, three, or four?" I repeated. She playfully threw the spoon at me.

"I'm serious Micah. You said you would buy me lunch, well, I'm upping it to dinner." She stood and walked towards me. "A nice dinner. Some place that's classy. I gave you a lot last night, now you have to give some." she said with a sly smile. I thought it unneccessary to point out that she seemed to recieve as much as she gave last night.

"I know of a nice place down on Michigan Avenue. Should I make reservations for tonight?" I inquired.

She shook her head "No, tonight I have to study for a stupid Bio exam, and tomorrow night I have a Chem exam to study for."

I did the mental math, "So, you're free Friday night?" Hearing no objection, I added, "It's a date then."

She squealed a little and looked like she was going to burst with joy. She skipped back into the kitchen. Well, she skipped as much as her gravid shape would allow. I had thought about what she had said the previous day, about the "Wizard". I have a decent imagination, but come on. Magic? I figured she didn't want to scare me off with the whole pregnancy thing, but that didn't add up either. She told me intially she was pregnant, it was only after I'd brought her home did she confess to not being pregnant. I didn't have any proof that she was pregnant, though. Throughout the night, my hands were on her swollen stomach a lot and never felt any movement or kicks. Perhaps she was really chunky? No, no way in hell it would all go to her belly and be as firm as it was. I would have to do more research on the matter. Another option, which completely grossed me out, was that it might've been a tumor. A gagged a little at that thought.

"Eets nawt ah toom-ah." I said in my best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice.

Amy looked over at me from the kitchen where she was washing dishes. "What?"

"Just don't throw up on me." I said again in the Schwarzenegger voice.

"Uhm..." Amy looked at me like I had three heads. "Ok?"

"No, you're supposed to say 'Nah, it's OK, I'm not gonna throw up on you. But I am gonna kiss you." I called back.

She looked puzzled, maybe Kindergarten Cop was too much of an obscure reference, or she never saw it. "I have no idea what you're talking about, but I did like that last part." She dried off her hands and waddled around to the table. I watched her the whole way and drank in her beauty. The apron she wore was of a basic flower print, all white with a random assortment of 'pretty flowers' all over it, and the edges were ruffled. It looked tiny on her. The ribbons that tied it together were located right under her breasts and tied a little tight. It lifted her breasts a little, squeezing them and made them fight for space, trying to escape out of the top of the apron. The cloth below the string managed to barely cover the top half of her enormous belly. As I ogled her, I couldn't help think how very, very lucky I was. That thought terrified me, a brief sense of dread washed over me. Nothing ever ends well for me, but this one time, just this once, I would do anything for it to work.

Amy walked up to me at the table. She motioned for me to scoot my chair back. I did. She stepped in front of me, and faced me. She began to rub her belly, slowly. Starting from her hips she moved her hands over her swollen belly until they met at her navel. She bit her lip as she stared into my eyes. My erection, which had deflated some during breakfast, came roaring back. She slowly began bending over at the waist, allowing me a good long look at her large fantastic tits. She leaned closer and kissed me. I lifted my arms to grab her, to pull her to me, but she gently pushed them away. Her lips left my mouth and began travelling along my cheek, she left a trail of light kisses along the way. When she reached my ear, she whispered, "Would you like your dessert now?"

She didn't wait for my response, she stood up straight again. Her belly now inches from my face. I couldn't see entirely around her massive gravidity, it looked like she took something from an apron pocket and set it on the table behind her. With some effort she managed to grab one of the apron ribbons behind her and pulled. She lifted the apron over her head and tossed it aside. She eyed my cock and licked her lips. She turned a little to grab something off the table. It was a bottle of some lube. She took a half step back and, with a little assistance from me, got on her knees in front of me. Popping open the bottle, she glanced up at my eyes and bit her lip again, then proceeded to pour the lube over her huge breasts. With the lube in place, she cupped both her tits and wrapped them around my cock. Amy's breasts were amazing. They were huge, on her smallish frame they could be seen from behind. They were silky smooth like the rest of her skin, and without support they drop only a little. They're firm and a little tight, like her belly, but softer, more give to them. Perfect. With her two balloons, Amy began rubbing my cock. She used her hands to squeeze her breasts, putting more pressure on my cock as she stroked. I felt my own pressure building up, quickly I thought of cold showers and anything not sexy. Anything besides a beautiful young woman rubbing her enormous tits on my cock. Shit, I needed to take drastic action otherwise I was going to lose it, and I didn't want this to end. Before I could do anyting, Amy tilted her head down and put her soft, full lips around the tip of my cock. Through clenched teeth I managed to say "Cumming." She leaned back some and aimed me at her chest. I erupted all over her breasts, coating them with my cum. The sensation so intense, I almost blacked out.

Amy seemed pleased. I sure as hell knew I was pleased. Very pleased. The evidence was all over her. She gave me her sweetest smile, "Did you like it?"

I thought the question rather silly, but my brain was still trying to reactivate and all I could do was nod. She giggled, "You should see yourself, it's like somethin' turned you into silly putty."

I smiled weakly, I was exhausted again. "You did." I told her.

She seemed to glow after hearing my praise. She struggled to stand up again. "I'll go take a shower while you sit there and try to get basic brain functions working again." She began to head upstairs.

"Wait." I sat up slowly, "No way I'm letting you make me breakfast and get my rocks off without returning the favor." I cleared room on the table. "Up." I said.

At first, it almost seemed Amy was surprised. I think she actually wanted to make me breakfast and let me tit-fuck her, and she had expected nothing in return. Wow. If nothing else up to this point had clued me in to how absolutely amazing Amy is, this certainly did. In a hundred foot tall flashing neon letters. Amy started to say something but I cut her off as I grabbed her hips and lifted her on to the table. She went up with a squeal. When I set her down, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a deep, long kiss. I ran my hands over her thighs up to her hips. I pulled her towards me a little and squeezed her big belly up against me. She let out soft low moans as I carressed her belly. I was hard again already, and I tried blindly aiming myself into her. She must have felt my probes because she stopped kissing me and quickly reached down and grabbed my cock. "No." she said.

"No? What do you mean no? I'm returning the favor." I explained.

"No. You have not taken me out on my date yet. Until then, N.O. No." she said in a stern voice.

The date was two days away. That seemed like an eternity. I debated pushing my luck and insisting I get an advance before the date. The look on her face squashed that idea. She was serious about it. Honestly, that made me want to fuck her even more. She was putting her foot down and claiming her ground, which only made me hornier. I stashed those feelings away to be released at a later date.

"O.k. lie back." I told her. She gave me another scowl, as if warning me I shouldn't try any funny business, but laid down on the table. I pulled her hips to the edge of the table and proceeded to get down on my knees. I lifted her hips a little and removed her tight boy shorts. With her thighs resting on my shoulders I proceeded to finger her gently. Judging from the soft sounds of pleasure she was making, she liked that. I began licking her and this caused her to squirm her hips a little. I continued alternating between my fingers and my tongue, pleasing her. Her breathing grew more rapid as I went. Soon she was panting and moaning with pleasure. It wasn't long before I heard, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Amy's body convulsed with the orgasm and lasted for several moments. She continued making soft moans as the orgasm faded. She let out a big sigh and became completely relaxed.

Shortly afterwards, we went up stairs and took a shower together. Nothing sexual, we just wanted to be close and feel the touch of the other upon our skin. After the shower, dried and dressed, Amy told me she needed to get back to her dorm for class. I desperately wanted her to skip class and spend the day with me. She laughed her teasing laugh. "Friday." is all she would say.

After dropping her off at her dorm, I spent the entire drive home and the rest of the day, wishing it was Friday.

Chapter 4

I was walking on clouds. Literally. I couldn't recall how I got there, but I seemed to be ok with it, as if walking on water vapor was something normal. I began to walk around the clouds, nothing interesting in sight but more clouds. I neared the edge of the cloud bank and looked down. I realized then that I wasn't standing on clouds, I was standing on a huge red mountain that went up in the clouds. I looked behind me and up. Through the clouds I could see the mountain continued to rise, almost to outer space it seemed.

As I stared in wonder, a voice spoke. It seemed to come from everywhere and yet nowhere. It was loud, but soft. It seemed to resonate as the words came to me.

"Fortis fortuna adiuvat"

I woke up, my eyes snapping open. That was the second night in a row I had that dream. I glanced at the clock and groaned, it was 8:03am. Only 34 hours and 57 minutes until my date with Amy. You could say I was looking forward to it.

I spent the day wandering around the townhouse in a stupor. I tried watching some movies in the theatre in the entertainment room, but couldn't recall what I had watched. Some "friends" of mine had invited me out to dinner at the "I'm richer than you" club. By friends I mean people my age who also happened to be filthy rich and wished to be surrounded by other filthy rich people. I despised most of them, they were pricks mostly. We all came from money, guaranteeing we would never have to work. Some of us enjoyed that idea but still felt that we should do more than just party. And then there were some of us who wanted to do nothing but party.

The group usually consisted of me, Dan, Jessica, Morgan, Tony, Johnny and Jimmy. Johnny and Jimmy were twins, identical in every way. The 24 year old twins had the good looks and physique to be underwear models. As arrogant and ignorant as a man could be, these two were worse. They were the kind of assholes that would laugh obnoxiously loud at someone's misfortune, and then give each other a high five or something. They referred to themselves as JJ Wrecking crew, and they always thought it was funny. Tony was a self proclaimed guido, and I must admit he did look the part. He was very proud of his heritage and wanted everyone to know it. Usually by threatening them. He was the oldest of us at 25, and he believed that made him our "leader". The only thing he could ever lead anyone to was Jager-bombs. Morgan looked a lot like Megan Fox. A lot. She also, at 23, had fucked every male model in the city and was travelling abroad to find more. I really hated those 4, but they were always a source of amusement.

Dan and Jessica on the other hand, were much like me. Dan had been my best friend for 15 years. He was two years older than me but had always treated me like I was his age. Jessica was Dan's girlfriend, she also was 22. She wasn't incredibly rich like the rest of us, which drew contempt from the 4 retards. Jessica was very pretty, but wasn't model pretty. More wife or motherly pretty. Dan and Jessica had been dating for a couple years and had recently moved in together in the city. They were a cute couple.

"Micah, you awake buddy?" Dan poked my shoulder with his finger. "Yo, Earth to Micah."

I was with the crew at dinner. I figured they could get my mind off of Amy. I figured wrong.

"Hey, you gunna be sick or something?" Dan asked, starting to sound concerned.

"No. I'm fine. It's just... I'm... well, I met a girl the other night." I explained. "I can't stop thinking about her."

"Aaahhhh. I see. She's got you hooked huh? That's good, man. It's been a while since you had a girl, I was worried your dick had shrivelled up." Dan went back to eating his food as he spoke.

"It's a little disconcerting that you're worried about my dick, Dan. Jessica might get jealous." We generally were merciless to each other. If we didn't insult each other at each possible opportunity, something was wrong.

"Well, with how little that thing has been used, it's a legitimate concern. I can't have some no-dick best friend. It might reflect poorly on me." he grinned that grin that makes me want to punch him right in the mouth.

"Fuck you." I said with a chuckle. I started digging in to my plate at that point. Amy still in my thoughts, but not dominating them.

Jessica tried starting a conversation, "Has anyone heard news about the dig?"

"Who cares about people who were dead thousands of years ago." Morgan said with a dismissive gesture.

Jessica was referring to a massive excavation going on in Egypt. Archaeologists claimed to have made a discovery of a life-time. The dig was of interest to me, I'd been following it's progress until I got.. distracted a few days ago.

The rest of the dinner went as it usually did. JJ getting outrageously drunk and telling their orders to the waiter, who was across the entire room. Morgan would try flirting with anything that had a penis. Tony acted like a tough guy any chance he got. He scared the piss out of some old woman at a table next to ours. Apparently she had looked at him funny. Dan didn't ask about the girl, he knew I failed at everything related to women, and he knew that talking about her would only get my hopes up. He is a good friend.

After dinner we each headed our seperate ways. When I got home, I was starting to become increasingly anxious about Amy. I really wanted things to work. I really liked her. But sure as the sky is blue and water is wet, my luck will run out and this relationship will be ruined. Rather then dwell on that thought, I opened up a case of beer, plopped down on the couch and watched TV until I lost conciousness. This time, the dream was much more vivid.

It felt like I woke up. I suddenly became aware of my surroundings. I was on my back, lying on some rocks and dirt, staring up at the stars. It was absolutely silent. I stood up and brushed the dirt off of me. When I looked up I nearly shit myself. I was standing at the edge of the red mountain looking down at the clouds which I had been standing on in my previous dreams, seemed miles below me, I must have been at the peak. My gaze slowly lifted, I could see for miles. Miles and miles of red rocky landscape. I could see the curve of the world.

"Oooook. This is a dream. This has to be a dream." I spoke to myself in a calming tone. I was at an alititude that should have been mostly devoid of air, and would be absolutely freezing. Considering I was breathing and I was quite comfortable in my slacks and dress shirt, I chalked it up as a dream. But why did it feel so real? My gaze lifted higher, looking up at the stars.

"You have got to be kidding me." I said with a sinking feeling. Earth hung above me, dominating a good portion of the sky.

"We do not kid, Mortal." I nearly jumped out of my skin. I spun around, nearly losing my balance. Before me stood a woman who could only be described as divine. She had long wavy brown hair that hung to her waste. Her features were too perfect for her to be human. That and she was about 15 feet tall.

"I did not mean to startle It." she spoke. I recognized that voice. It was the one that said...

"Fortis fortuna adiuvat, Mortal. Does It know what that means?" she asked, cocking her head slightly.

"I do not. But I'm guessing you're going to tell me." I took a few steps away from the cliff edge. Doing so, I noticed that I wasn't at the mountain's peak. It continued to go higher, much higher. I could see clouds near what I believed to be the real peak.

"It is a simple truth a mortal once spoke. Fortune favors the bold." she smiled slightly. She wore a garland in her hair and a simple white toga. She looked every bit the part of a Greek or Roman Goddess. Yet, she looked familiar. Like I had seen her somewhere before.

"Uh huh, and what does that have to do with me?" I asked.

"There will be time later for It's questions. Now, hear me." she spoke with a somber expression. "A great evil has unwittingly been released by It's kind. Mortal curiosity has opened that which should never be opened. We had believed it inaccessible. We had believed falsely, it appears. It's kind has unleashed a terror It cannot possibly understand, one that shall consume the Mortal world."

I blinked. I blinked again. "This is a shitty dream."

"A dream this is not, Mortal!" she spoke in a harsh tone that made me cringe. "I have known this day would come, and I have prepared for it."

"Considering I'm here on where-ever-the-fuck-we-are Mountain, I'm guessing I have something to do with your preperations." A little part of my brain was screaming at me to not antagonize a Goddess.

Her eyes narrowed into a glare that made me wonder if you looks really could kill. "Indeed. It is a part of my preperations. It and It's lover."

That caught my attention. "Lover? You're talking about Amy? How do you know about Amy, what does she have to do with this?" I fired questions off rapidly.

"Silence!" she slashed her hand through the air. I knew I was still talking. I could feel my mouth moving and air flowing out, but there was no sound. Gulp.

"It's kind always tests my patience." she muttered angrily. "It cannot fathom the forces at work here."

She sighed through her nose and seemed to relax. "It must return now. I shall call upon It again."

She looked up at Earth with a sad expression. "The End Time is upon us."

Chapter 5

I woke with a groan. My head felt like I had a million tiny people with hammers bashing my brain. My mouth was dry and my tongue felt like leather. The need for water outweighed the pain of opening my eyes and moving. I was still on the couch, empty beer bottles were everywhere. I squinted at the morning light pouring in through the windows.

"Fuckin' light," I grumbled "Why does it have to be so bright all the time?"

I made my way to the kitchen, shuffling and stumbling a little. I skipped the glass and went straight for the faucet, cranking it full blast on cold. I drank greedily, but stopped myself before drinking too much. It wouldn't do me any good to hurl up the water I just drank. I made my way upstairs to my bathroom, walking and sounding like a zombie film extra. I cranked on the shower and went to my cabinet to take some ibuprofen.

"You look like shit." I said to the man in the mirror. The man attempted to smile, he failed. I sat on the toilet and put my head in my hands until the room stopped spinning.

After several moments I was able to collect my thoughts and function normally. What a strange dream I had last night. If I didn't know better, I would say I had actually been there on that red mountain. I had no idea what the woman in my dream was talking about. I wish I had dreamed of Amy. Then there wouldn't have been any thinking, just doing. I smiled at that. My date with Amy was tonight. That brought a whole lot of pleasant thoughts with it.

As I showered, I thought of ways to speed up time so I could see Amy sooner. I decided I couldn't wait any longer, I was going to pick her up and bring her here, regardless of what school work she needed to do. If she was with me, she would never need a degree, and if she really wanted one, I could always make a large "donation" to the University for one. Money certainly did have its perks.

After drying off and getting dressed, I called Amy. I figured we could get some lunch. The phone rang a few times before Amy picked up.

"Hey there, handsome." I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Hey. You done with school stuff?"

"Yeah, I just finished my exam and I'm walking home. I'm all free now." She sounded like she was breathing a little hard.

"You ok? Sounds like you're running."

"Uhm, yeah. I just wanted to get home fast after class." She sounded nervous.

This started to concern me, "What's wrong?"

I heard a door open and close. Amy let out a sigh. "Nothing. Just pick me up in 15 minutes." she sounded more relaxed now.

"I'll be there. See you soon."

"See you."

I hung up and wondered what the hell that was all about. I guess I would know soon enough. I grabbed my keys and drove to the University.

When I arrived in front of Amy's dorm, I parked the Ferrari and let it sit. It drew a not inconsiderable amount of stares. So I show boat every now and then, sue me. I waited for a minute or two before digging out my cell to tell her I had arrived. I saw the door to the dorm open out of the corner of my eye, Amy came flying out in a hurry glancing around nervously. She whipped the door open and hopped in, slamming it shut. She seemed nervous, checking to see if anyone saw her get in the car.

"Are there some Spooks after you or something?" I said with a smile.

Amy relaxed with a sigh. "No, it's just everyone thinks I'm some ug... They judge me for the way I look." She turned to look at me, "Hi." She gave me a huge smile, and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. As I have said before, Amy is a very beautiful girl. Add a couple of pigtails, a short skit and a tight tank top, like she currently was wearing, and you have the stuff that dreams are made of. I started driving back to my place.

"Uhm, shouldn't you be looking at the road?" Amy noticed I hadn't taken my eyes off of her. "I would think it's one of those minor details that is vital to driving successfully."

"Uh huh." I hadn't stopped drooling since she got in the car. "I agree, completely insane."

"You're not even listening to me, are you?"

"Neat, me too." I nodded.

She smirked, "I was thinking we could do lunch at your place, maybe relax a little." I nodded dumbly. She took a deep breath. Her tank top left a lot of room for cleavage, and because it was already so tight, her breasts had no where to go but up when she breathed in. I sped through red lights and weaved through traffic as fast as humanly possible to get home. Amy let out little squeals of delight and giggles as the car jostled from the sudden movements. She loved the idea that I simply could not wait to get her clothes off.

When we got back to the townhouse, Amy waddled her way to the kitchen and began preparing lunch. Grabbing some sliced meat, cheese and bread, she set to making us some sandwiches. I sat at the table and watched her work in the kitchen. She had been acting oddly when on the phone, or whenever she was outdoors. Or atleast I had thought she was acting oddly, maybe there was a legitimate reason for it and I just didn't realize it. I shot down the idea of asking her what was wrong. That's always a bad idea. It was best to figure it out on my own.

Amy finished the sandwiches and brought mine over to me on a paper plate with some potato chips. She set to eating hers right away. Between mouthfuls she said, "So you have the reservation?"

I nodded as I chewed. "7pm tonight. Essex House." It was some swanky restaurant where the cheapest thing on the menu was $150. Normally it'd take calling a month in advance to get a reservation, but I'm friends with the owner and could simply walk in and sit down if I pleased.

Amy continued eating in silence for a moment. She seemed as if she didn't like that I had the reservation. Before I could ask what was up, she asked me, "Do you really want to go out for dinner?"

I thought about this before I said anything. That's a rarity. "I want to make you happy. You had asked me to take you out on a date to a fancy restaurant, I intend to do just that." I finished my sandwich and chips, pushing the plate away from me. "Why? Did you not want to go?"

She took a moment to respond. "You're ok with being seen out in public with me? You know... with the way I look?" she had a pleading look on her face. Seeming to say she wanted both a yes and no answer.

"Absolutely." I replied without hesitation. "You are a stunningly beautiful woman. It would be a great privilege to take you out tonight."

Amy still seemed reluctant, "Amy." I said, reaching across the table and grabbing her hand. "I don't care what others might think of you, or how you look. I don't care what they might think of me for being with you. The only thing that matters is that I am with you and you are happy."

"Awww, you are so cute." Amy leaned over and kissed me. "Stubborn, maybe. Cute, definitely."

I cleaned up the plates and put away the fixin's Amy had used to make lunch. Amy made herself comfortable on the couch and flipped on the television. As I finished in the kitchen and headed to the couch, Amy asked me, "I don't suppose you want to make a bet?"

"Oh?" I liked the way she had said bet, it implied something I might enjoy. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I figure, we have about five or six hours to kill before we need to get ready for dinner. I say we make it interesting."

I liked where this was heading. "How interesting?"

"If I win, we do anything I want to do. If you win, we do anything you want to do."

"Anything anything?"

"Anything" Amy said with a nod. "but you must agree to the bet before I tell you the game."

I pretended to consider the deal. "Alright. It's a deal. What's the game?"

Amy, to my utter surprise, hopped up and waddled to the shelf next to my TV. The one where I stored all my video games. When she had said game, I hadn't considered she actually meant a game game. She pulled one out, Super Smash Brothers Brawl, considered it for a moment, then put it back. She pulled Modern Warfare from the shelf. And presented it to me.

"One on one, first to twenty." she handed me a controller and sat down on the couch. I sat down next to her, staring at her with my mouth open. I stayed like that until she looked at me.

"What?" she asked.

"Win or lose, I am going to marry you." What can I say, I really like video games. A girl gamer is beyond boner inspiring.

Amy giggled that intoxicating giggle of hers. "Well, when I win, you're going to be my slavey." I didn't point out to her that I already was her slavey.

Now, I'm rather good at games. It comes from having no responsibilities, and an abundance of free time. It is a rare day when I get beaten, or even come close to losing. I had decided before we started that I would let her win, I didn't realize I would not have to try very hard to lose to her. She was pretty damn good. When the score was 19-18 my lead, I "accidentally" stepped in front of her grenade launcher. Then when the score was tied, wouldn't you know it, I "ran out" of ammo and she gunned me down.

She leapt from the couch, throwing her arms straight up. She did a little victory dance, pretending to shoot me with her fingers, pew-pewing at me. After blowing the smoke from her finger-gun barrels, she plopped back down on the couch and rested her head on my shoulder.

"Thanks for letting me win." She gave me a quick kiss on the cheeck.

"I did no such thing." I lied.

She rolled her eyes, "Uh huh, sure. You just happened to go from kicking my ass to playing 'catch the live grenade'. Pure coincedence."

I nodded, "Yup. Coincedence."

"Well, by my count, you should have won. So we'll do what you want to do." Amy said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I'm not saying I did, but if I had thrown the game it would most likely be because I wanted to do what you wanted to do."

"Oh you're good. You get a special treat for that one." she snapped her fingers at me. "Clothes. Off. Now." I did as she commanded, she did the same. Her skirt came off, revealing her black lace underwear. She had some difficulty removing her tank top so I decided to help. I placed my hands under belly and slowly caressed my way up to where her shirt was, kissing her deeply all the while. Sliding my hands under the top, I slowly began lifting it until it reached her breasts. Again Amy was bra-less. My hands lingered there to toy with her nipples for a bit, drawing a soft moan from Amy. One of my hands retreated from her nipples, sliding back over her belly, to slip into her underwear. I used my fingers to begin pleasing Amy. We stayed in this position for a few moments, me rubbing her nipples with one hand and with the other fingering her. Her hands were wrapped around my neck, locking me in a long kiss. Soon, Amy put her hand on my chest and pushed, forcing me to lie down on my back on the couch. After removing her top the rest of the way she crawled on all fours on top of me and rubbed her belly on my stomach for a moment, a slow side to side swaying motion. She was looking in my eyes as she did this, after a moment she gave me her classic sign that I was going to really enjoy the next several minutes. Biting her lip, she straddled me. Her underwear still was on, preventing me from entering her, but I was still rock hard as she rubbed herself on my cock. The gentle rubbing motion of her hips caused her breasts to bounce in rhythym with her strokes. Her pigtails bobbing a little behind her as she continued rubbing. My hands were moving on their own, caressing her big belly, and squeezing her breasts.

Amy stopped rubbing for a moment, much to my dismay. She leaned over me and grabbed her purse from the coffee table, searched it for a moment before procuring a bottle of lube. I liked where this was heading. Popping open the cap, Amy proceeded to pour the lube on herself, but this time it wasn't on her breasts, but her belly. After pouring a generous amount of stuff on her belly, she closed the lube tube and tossed it aside. Using both hands she spread it all over her stomach. She gave me a sly smirk and a wink as she unstraddled me and scooted back a little on the couch. She leaned over me again on all fours, her breasts, nipples stiff, were rubbing against my chest. She crawled over me and then lowered her belly onto my erection, forcing it to point up towards my belly button. Then, with slow rocking motions, Amy proceeded to jerk me off with her enormous sexy belly. Amy's hot breath in my face as she panted, her pigtails swaying with her rocking. This was probably one of the best moments of my life, a fantasy I had long held was being fulfilled right before my eyes. I lasted for as long as I could before releasing. What wasn't trapped between my stomach and hers, hit the underside of her breasts. Amy gave me a few more strokes of her belly, causing more juices to leak out of me, before she kissed me and laid down next to me on the couch. There wasn't enough room for both of us to lie on our backs so Amy laid on her side, resting her belly on top of me at an angle. I put my arm around her, she nestled her head on my shoulder and began stroking my chest idly with her hand.

We laid like that in silence for a long while. "You know. I really like you." Amy spoke softly in a tone that implied a lot more than what she said.

I kissed the top of her head. "I know. And I really like you too." We stayed on the couch until it was time to get ready for our date.

Chapter 6

We arrived in my Bentley. Driving up to the valet, I exited the car and made my way to Amy's side. I shooed the valet away from her door, and I opened it for her myself. She stepped out one luscious leg at a time, baring plenty of skin on the way. She looked gorgeous tonight. I had given her a few gifts as we got ready to leave for our date. After sharing a shower, I gave her a beautiful designer dress. A fairly bright red strapless dress that was a tight fit on her. It was custom made for her. A not-inexpensive dress, considering I had it made in short order, by the designer himself, and it had to fit certain... dimensions. But it fit her well. She was beautiful. Classy, yet so sexy. After she tried on the dress, I gave her a pearl necklace. Not the kind I gave her the other day, after the generous use of her breasts. The real kind. She was quite happy with my gifts, considering she gave me a gift herself, of herself. The blowjob was fantastic. Her lips seemed like they were designed to give the maximum pleasure during oral sex. I don't know what most people think when a girl swallows, but I thought it was hotter than hell. I didn't consider it slutty, it was just an expression of how much she likes me. Every part of me.

During the drive to the restaurant, Amy seemed anxious. Nervous. I reassured her that her shape, her curves, were nothing to be ashamed of. I pointed out that many would consider them highly desirable, myself included. She seemed less than convinced. I told her that we were going to have a great night tonight, everyone else be damned. Again, she smiled and nodded, but did not seem at ease.

She was beautiful as she exited the car, but she seemed tense, unwilling to make eye-contact with anyone. I began to think the date might have been a bad idea, but remembered it was Amy's idea all along. I decided I'd let it ride out for a while and see where it went.

Entering the restaurant, we heard a small live string orchestra performing. I don't know classical music very well, but they played a soothing melody. Nothing harsh or too upbeat. It was dinner music meant to be pleasing, but unobtrusive. A very French looking and very French sounding maitre d' awaited us just inside the door.

On a personal note, I generally hate the French . For no good reason other than that they're French. In my life, a majority of the French that I interact with were like this maitre d', snooty, haughty and seemed to always act as if it should be my great pleasure to interact with such a fine French fellow. They reminded me of cats. I fucking hate cats.

He graciously welcomed us and immediately escorted us to our table. Naturally it was at the back of the room, forcing us to walk through the whole dining area. I noticed several tables stopped mid-conversation to watch us go by. Amy was behind me, so I couldn't tell how she was holding up. The maitre d' stopped next to our table and placed menus at our seats. I pulled out a chair for Amy and let her sit first. After I settled into my seat, the maitre d' cleared his throat politely and said with a bow, "Monsieur, and Mademoiselle, enjoy your evening." He practically spat out Mademoiselle, hardly attempting to hide the disgust in his voice.

"Micah, maybe this wasn't such a great idea." Amy said. "People keep staring."

"Amy," I held her hand across the table. I spoke in a soft level voice as I told her, "I am not a violent man. I rarely use my wealth and power for harm. But so help me God, if one of these people insults you, or slights you in anyway, I shall rain down such an ungodly fucking firestorm on their head, that the fucking United Nations will need to pass a binding resolution to prevent me from destroying them and everything they have ever known." I gave her my most charming smile.

Amy let out a soft chuckle at that, "You are so stubborn." She shook her head, smiling, "I like it. Even if you stole that line from Tropic Thunder."

I grinned. I liked it when people got my movie references. "Doesn't mean it isn't true." I replied.

We flipped open our menus. You could say I have a refined taste, having spent a life time eating gourmet meals. But if I can't understand what the hell I'm ordering because the menu is in a different language, such as now, then I just sort of wing it. Our waiter arrived shortly after the maitre d' left, asking for our drink orders. Amy asked me if it was ok to order a glass of wine. Once again, the cheapest on the list was still three figures. I explained again that this evening was for her, the cost was irrelevant. She ordered a chardonnay. The waiter took note of her order, but never even glanced at her. After finishing writing her order, the waiter looked at me and waited for my order. I was becoming more than a little pissed off at the dismissive treatment of Amy. I ordered a twenty year old scotch, neat (meaning no ice, poured into a glass to be sipped ). Yeah, that's me showing off again. Get used to it.

The waiter departed to get our drinks. I tried testing a theory on Amy. "Isn't alcohol bad for you if you're pregnant?"

She didn't glance up from her menu, "It is." she confirmed. "If I actually happened to be pregnant, that is."

She persisted with the "magical pregnancy" story. I did not wish to stick my foot in my mouth, least of all tonight, but my curiosity was itching for an answer. I figured now was not the best time to scratch that itch. Sometime later, in private, might be best.

We were silent for a time, scanning over the menu. Eventually I gave in. "Alright, I have no idea what this menu says. I'm afraid if I order something at random it will turn out to be frog legs or snails."

She laughed a little at that. "Just order something with 'poulet' in the name if you want chicken. Or if you want fish, order something with poisson."

"Poison? Why in the hell would I order poison?"

"Poisson." Amy repeated. "Not poison. Poisson is French for fish, you doof."

"I'm still not ordering poisson. 'What would the monsieur have this evening" I asked myself in my aweful French accent. "I can't really decide... well, I guess the poison sounds rather good, is it fast acting, or slow and agonizing?" I replied.

I could tell by the way Amy didn't laugh and glared at me, she thought I was really funny. The fact that she kicked me under the table simply meant she was laughing so hard, she couldn't show it.

It was several minutes before the waiter returned. He didn't have our drinks. He fidgeted and kept his gaze firmly fixed on the table center piece. He cleared his through, "Monsieur, Mademoisellse, please excuse my rudeness, but I've been instructed to," He gulped "I've been instructed to ask you to leave."

This took a moment to register in my head. "What?" I asked. The waiter began repeating his previous statement verbatim. I cut him off, "I heard what you said. It just doesn't make sense. Get your manager here. Now."

He nodded quickly and rapidly walked away. "Don't worry," I told Amy, "I'm sure this is a misunderstanding."

A moment later, my favorite maitre d' arrived at the table. "Monsieur, is there a problem?" he asked as if he didn't already know.

"Yeah, there's a problem. Your waiter just asked us to leave. Why?"

The maitre d' nodded. "That is because I told him to."

This was getting beyond frustrating. Fucking French. "You mind telling me what is going on here?"

"Monsieur, we have recieved complaints from our other customers about you and the mademoiselle."

"One more time. Tell me what the fuck is going on here."

With the same haughty expression, he said "Monsieur, we have received complaints that customers are losing their appetite. Your grandmother, mademoiselle," He gestured at Amy "Is hideous beyond compare. There evening is being ruined by her presence."

Holy fucking dead Frenchie, Batman. This guy had no idea how miserable his life was about to become. I clenched the handle of my butter knife in my fist. Through gritted teeth, I told him in a low menacing growl, "You did not just say that. We will, for your sake, pretend thi-"

I was cut off by the maitre d', "Monsieur, I did just say that. And I shall repeat it again if you did not hear correctly."

I had never been so angry in my entire life. I was shaking with rage. The continuous lack of expression on the man's face only fueled my desire to tear his face off. Before I could set to slowly, painfully, removing this man's skin, Amy stood and walked briskly out of the restaurant. A napkin hiding her tears. A good chunk of my rage disappeared with her departure.

I grabbed the soon-to-be-dead man's shirt, pulling his face level to mine. In a calm, even tone, I said, "You have just made the worst mistake of your entire life. I am going to make your life a living hell."

Frenchie's face still seemed entirely indifferent to my threats. That is until I bashed his head in to the table twice and then pushed him into another table, causing him to somersault over it, spilling the table's contents everywhere. I left the place glaring at anyone who dared meet my gaze. No one did.

Outside, Amy was standing by the valet, her head was bowed, her hair hiding her face, the napkin covering her tears. By the time I reached Amy, my Bentley was dropped off by the valet. I gently put my arm around Amy's shoulder, escorting her to the car.

"Cmon, let's go home." I tried to sooth her.

She didn't say a word, just sat down in the car when I opened the door for her. I walked to the driver side, entered the car and took off.

We didn't say anything on the way back to my townhouse. I was furious still, not at what the man had said at the restaurant, but at myself. I looked over at Amy as I drove. She still hid her face behind her hair. I could see she was trying to hold it in, but every now and then, a silent sob racked her body. I felt like complete shit. She had told me a few days ago. She had warned me several times before we got to the restaurant. I had not believed her initially, and I had dismissed her recent pleas to not go out, thinking it was because she was self-concious about being hugely pregnant. She was in tears, not because of what Frenchie said, but because I was an arrogant, ignorant ass. I allowed her to be insulted like that because I was a stubborn fool. I reminded myself that not believing that an old wizard was the cause of Amy's condition was a perfectly normal, and sane assumption. It didn't help me feel less horrible. She had told me right off the bat that she was cursed and she was seen as a hideous old woman by everyone. She had never repeated what she said to me on that first day we met, but the hints were abundant. It broke my heart to see her so upset.

I continued beating myself up until we arrived back at my townhouse. I opened the door, letting us in, and Amy, still silent, made her way upstairs. I watched her go, wanting to follow her, to comfort her, but I had a promise to fulfill. I called a few friends, friends that had connections. These connections alone were insignificant. Combined, however, they could destroy every part of a man's life. I collected every last favor I could possibly muster and set-up a plan to make the maitre d' from the restaurant wish he had never been born. It would be discovered the next day and over the course of the week, that Frenchie was suddenly broke and owed money to several loan sharks, he had multiple lovers, some male, causing his wife and child to leave him forever, and he was found in possession of large quantities of pornography of the non legal-adult type. His family and friends would abandon and shun him. He was last seen, two weeks after my phone calls, living in a box in an alley. I felt I was being generous to him, allowing him to keep all his body parts.

After my phone calls, I went upstairs. I quietly pushed open my bedroom door. Amy was lying on her side on the bed, facing away from the door. She was still wearing her lovely red dress, but she had removed her shoes and necklace. She hardly made a sound but I could see her body rocking with her silent sobs. I crawled into bed, fully dressed, and laid down behind her. I wrapped my arms around her. She didn't resist when I drew her closer to me. I held her as she cried, stroking her hair. Being held against me caused her to cry even harder, causing loud sniffling. I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything. The damage was done.

It was a little while before Amy's sobs became less intense. I stroked her hair, and whispered in her ear. "I am so sorry. I am so sorry for not believing you, for not listening to you. This is all my fault." she didn't seem to respond to what I had said. "I promise you, even if it takes me to the end of time, I will find a way to remove this curse."

I held her for a while longer. She had stopped crying and had wiped away her tears. She rolled over to face me. Her hair was in complete disarray, giving her a wild, almost feral look, and her make-up was smeared from her tears and her hand wiping those tears away, but it made her look exotic. "It's not your fault." she said. I began to protest but she silenced me with one of her fingers on my lips. She followed the finger with her mouth, swapping at the last second, as if to make sure no sound escaped my lips. She kissed me so hard it hurt. She continued kissing me with that same intense passion as she got to her knees. She fumbled with her hands trying to get my belt and pants off, eventually having to break the kiss to see what she was doing. I'd never seen her like this before. I had figured, given how horrible the night had gone there wouldn't be any play time tonight, but she was indicating otherwise. She was almost insane with lust, I could see it in her eyes and in the way she moved. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be fucked hard, and right now.

Once I came to that realization, I snapped out of my stupor. I found myself getting as worked up as Amy, filled with the need to have her, to be inside her. She was still fumbling with my belt when I sat up, then I got up on my knees. I moved behind her, she tried to turn to stay facing me, but I spun her around and forced her head down to the sheets, her ass sticking up in the air. I ran my hand slowly down her spin until I reached her ass. I began pulling her dress up over her hips, ripping it slightly in the process. With her dress up, I could see her swollen belly hanging beneath her, barely above the sheets. I knew for certain now it did not carry life, throwing any restraint I had in our previous love making out the window. I wanted to fill her huge belly with my cum, to stuff her full of my seed. She was moaning in anticipation, her head buried in the sheets. Her underwear was nearly soaked through, she was so wet. This drove me even wilder. At this point I was nearly a beast, hardly capable of coherent thought, just the desire to conquer Amy. With one hand, I ripped her underwear off in one motion. The path now cleared, I lowered my pants and grabbed my throbbing hard-on, guiding it into Amy. She let out a long loud moan as I entered her. Within a couple of seconds I'd worked up enough speed and force to legitimately say I was jackhammering her pussy. With each thrust, her body rocked from the blow, forcing her face into the sheets. The sheets only partially muffled the explosions of breath her panting made in rhythym to my thrusts. She had grabbed a handful of the sheets with one hand to try to stabilize herself while with the other she rubbed her clit. She quickly began moaning, escalating rapidily. She climaxed with a loud cry of pure pleasure. I didn't slow, I relentlessly pounded her. I watched her as she orgasmed again. I couldn't hold a thought at the time, but I remember a feeling of exhilaration as I dominated Amy. She was helpless against the pleasure I was giving her. I could feel the pressure building, the need to release was fast approaching. I held as long as I could, longer than I had ever before, clenching my teeth and tensing muscles to delay the inevitable. Amy experienced a third orgasm as I released, I did so with a cry of triumph, all my muscles relaxing at once, freeing my cock to release a flood of cum, deep into Amy.

After riding out my orgasm for all I could, I collapsed onto Amy's back, both of us breathing heavily as if we had just sprinted for miles. After a moment, I worked up the energy to pull out of Amy and collapse on my back, next to her, as she rolled onto her side. We lay there for a minute, slowly trying to catch our breath. Amy spoke first.

"Wow." she panted for a moment before continuing. "I mean wowwy wow wow." She chuckled a little, smiling. "That. Was. Awesome!"

I matched her smile, I nodded my agreement. Talking took too much effort. It was sometime before either of us moved or spoke again. Our breathing returned to about normal, my motor functions came back to me slowly. I pushed myself up to the headboard of the bed, resting my back against it and some pillows. Amy slid over to me, and rested her head on my chest as I put my arm around her.

Amy broke the silence with a question. "Micah," she began, "I heard you make some phone calls when we got home." she hesitated "Is that French guy going to be alive tomorrow?"

"Technically, yes. But he will wish he wasn't." I replied

"How so?" she asked. I explained to her what I had set in motion. "Well, you're a man of your word, Micah. Any chance the 'fucking United Nations' will stop you?"

"They can try."

"I have an idea that might add a certain final 'Fuck you' from me." The mischievous smile she said that with almost made me pity the poor man.

"And what's that?"

"We hire a guy, who's sole job, all year, is to follow Frenchie wherever he goes, and kick him in the nuts, once an hour. With a steel-toed boot. I'd say a running start to the kick is mandatory too."

God, I love this girl.

Chapter 7

How do you find a wizard? It's not like I could ask people, "Where's the nearest wizard?" or find them in the yellow pages. Wizards don't exist. Or at least I had believed that they didn't. So, where do you start looking to find one? Was it even a Wizard that cursed Amy? What else could? I fell asleep with these thoughts on my mind, weighing heavily on me. I was going to be very busy tomorrow.

I woke bright and early the next morning, and set to finding a way to remove the curse on Amy. I got stumped in the first five minutes. A majority of my searches led me to Harry Potter and unless the wizard Amy spoke of is some annoying little bitch with a funny scar, I doubt I will find anything better than that.

Amy stayed out of my way for most the day, letting me focus on my research. I was sitting at my desk in my office, all day, reading through stacks of books I had gotten from the University library, looking for any information that might be relevant. In the evening, Amy brought me some food, home-made cheeseburger and fries. I took a break from the book I was reading to eat. Amy sat down in the chair on the other side of my desk, using the desk as a table. Her was hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. I loved it when she wore her hair up. It showed off her beautiful slender neck. She was wearing a sky blue spaghetti-strap tank top and some cute baggy pajama pants with penguins on them. Like any and all t-shirts Amy wears, it was tight on her. I had thought of making a comment about how she should buy bigger clothes, but decided I much prefer that she always wore shirts that barely contained her big boobs, causing massive amounts of cleavage, and left half her belly showing.

"Any luck?" she asked between bites.

I shook my head, "None. I haven't a clue where to start looking. Every idea I've come up with just leads me to fantasy and fiction." I grumbled under my breath, "Fuckin' Harry Potter."

"Huh." Amy ate a small handful of fries, "so you're out of ideas already?"

"Looks that way."

"You're sure?" Amy seemed to be hinting at something.

I thought for a moment, "Yeah. I'm sure. I've got nothing. All dead ends."

Amy did a spectacular face-palm. Her hand making a loud slap as it hit her forehead. I was clueless as to why she had done that, trying to think of what I missed. "Maybe," she said, "You should, you know, ask the girl who is cursed?"

Damn. She got me there. I felt stupid, but I wasn't about to admit that. I pretended to think on that. "Hrmm... No. I hear those cursed chicks are mighty crazy, making up stuff about wizards and curses and such. Totally unreliable." I smirked.

For a girl with enough boobs and belly to be considered a fertility goddess, she moves pretty darn quick. I had no warning to allow me time to shield myself, I simply sat there as Amy abruptly stood from her seat, leaned across the desk, and smacked me lightly in the head. "You're such a stubborn mor-" she stopped to look down at her belly. When she had leaned across the desk, her belly had landed into her plate where the excess mustard and ketchup from her cheeseburger had dropped. "-on. Son of a bitch" she said. The mustard and ketchup was all over the underside of her belly.

Feeling bad for having played a role in this, I grabbed a napkin and walked around the desk to Amy. She was trying to lean forward and peak over her belly to see where all the condiments had smeared on her. I noticed that this caused her belly and breasts to smush together a little, lifting her cleavage up to her chin as she peaked around her gravidity. I went from zero to four bajillion on the hard-on scale. "Here, let me help." I said. I got down on my knees to see where all the condiments had gone but given Amy's height and the enormous roundness of her belly, I had difficulty seeing. "Hop up on the desk, lean back a little."

She did as I told her to do, her legs dangling a little off the desk. Leaning back, she rested on her elbows to stay propped up. As I was reaching up with the napkin to clean Amy's belly, I found myself thinking that this was the perfect set-up for some kind of sex scene that you would find in an erotic story or movie, where I'd use my tongue to clean her off. I chuckled at that, like that stuff ever happens in real life.

And then it did happen. I hadn't touched Amy yet when she said, "You know.... while you're down there..." I got the hint immediately.

"Oh look. It appears that you have some sauce on your PJs." I said slowly in that tone where you speak a little loud and pretend to be inconspicious, "I guess I better take them off." Master of subtlety, that's me.

Amy giggled. I loved her giggles. The way it caused her belly to flex a little, making it jiggle, and how her breasts jiggled along with the belly. And, honestly, I just loved the sound of her voice. Some people's laugh can be awful, think Fran Drescher, and can grate on your skin. They make you cringe and you make a mental note not to do anything remotely funny around that person. Amy's laugh was one hundred percent the opposite. It was like a drug, I couldn't get enough of it. It just made me feel good hearing something so sincere, so sweet and innocent sounding.

Fueled by her giggles, I slowly peeled her pajamas off, caressing her lovely hips and thighs as I went. Amy let out a pleased purr as she closed her eyes, and tilted her head back slightly. I pulled her pajamas off her legs, and tossed them aside. I turned back to the work at hand and discovered another part of Amy that I loved. She wasn't wearing any underwear. I smirked a little at that, thinking of how innocent her laugh is, and yet she was ready to tumble at any given moment. I moved in closer, reaching my hands up and placing them around her belly button. I'd never noticed before, but she had an innie. If it were a big outie, that would have been fine too, but I'm definitely a fan of innies. With one hand I caressed the side and top of her big belly, while with the other, I toyed with her belly button for a moment, rubbing my finger around inside it. Amy tilted over to one side as she lifted one arm and placed her hand on the hand that I was using to tease her innie. Her eyes still closed, she made soft satisfied noises. This turned me on even more, so much so that I needed to calm myself or potentially risk pre-mature delivery in my pants. After teasing her belly button for a bit, that hand began to mirror my other hand, rubbing her swollen belly. It was at this point that I began to slowly lick little bits of ketchup and mustard off of Amy. When my tongue first lightly touched Amy, she gasped and jerked a little, startled by the sensation, then her entire body relaxed with a very satisfied moan. She had done a bang-up job of getting the whole underside of her belly covered in the condiments, giving me plenty of material to work with. I used only the very tip of my tongue to lick tiny bits of the sauces off of her body. Between the occasional lick of her belly, I would travel further down and lightly tease her clit with my tongue for a moment, causing Amy to moan more.

I can't say for how long I had been torturing Amy with my tongue for, but when I was about three fourths done cleaning her belly, I slid one hand down the side of her belly, across her hip and then between her thighs. Using two fingers, I entered a very wet Amy. She began breathing heavily, her moans reaching a slightly higher pitch. I continued working my fingers in and out of her as my tongue rapidly cleaned off a majority of what was left on her belly. Once she was mostly clean, I stood up and quickly removed my pants, freeing the boner I had trapped in there. Amy, panting heavily, opened her eyes for a moment to see my throbbing cock, then closed her eyes again and moaned loudly in anticipation. I stepped in between Amy's legs, and used one hand to guide myself into her.

"Oh, god, Micah." Amy spoke softly as I placed my hands on her hips, and began thrusting into her. "Yes, oh yes. Unnh!" Her head tilted back all the way, as I thrust deep into her. I proceeded to slowly fuck Amy. Taking my time with the motions. Her moans were in rhythym with my thrusts. She laid down entirely flat on her back and began using both her hands to play with her breasts, massaging them through the fabric of her shirt. Her stiff nipples were sticking out through her shirt. With one hand, I began to play with her nipples, teasing and tweaking them. Amy, her body rocking with my thrusts, moaned louder and louder. Then she kind of broke the mood by suddenly saying, "I want to fuck you on your couch."

I faltered for a moment, halting my thrusts, unable to process her words, "Uh, what?"

She was breathing heavily still when she propped herself up on her elbows again and nodded towards the couch I had in the room. It was one of those couches you'd typically see in a shrink's office. It was more like a nice solid leather chaise. In a level, matter of fact voice, she said, "I want. To fuck you. On. That. Couch." Far be it from me to deny a lady. I began to withdraw from Amy and head over to the couch, when she quickly wrapped her legs around me and pulled me back into her, holding me in place.

"Carry me." she said. I arched my eyebrow at that. I stood there for a moment, pondering the logistics of carrying her, while remaining inside of her, and dealing with her huge belly. I figured I'd wing. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around Amy's back. She wrapped her hands around the back of my neck, bracing her self for lift-off. With a heave and a grunt, I leaned back and half tossed Amy into the air. While she was semi-airborn, I slid my hands lower down on her back, and leaned back as far as I could. Her huge belly was pressed hard against my stomach, causing me to suck in my gut a little. Amy was leaning back as far as she was able to manage, without tipping us over. It was awkward as all hell, and it hurt my back like a mother fucker, but I managed to carry her slowly across the room. Each step taking a huge amount of effort. Amy seemed to be enjoying herself because with each step I took, it jostled her, causing her to bounce on my cock a few times.

After travelling what felt like a hundred miles, I made it to the couch that was about six feet away from my desk. With a few shuffling steps and some maneuvering, I had turned my back to the couch, and sat down, dropping onto it. Gravity suddenly showed me it's benefits as the short drop I made onto the couch caused Amy to slam down hard on me and my erection. An explosive moan burst from her lips when we landed. She panted heavily for a moment, her hot breath in my face. Slowly, she unwrapped her legs, the movements causing her hips to shift and wiggle around a little bit, doing amazing things to my cock that was still in her. She took her hands from around my neck and placed them slightly behind her, on my knees. She struggled a moment to get her legs out from around me, and onto the ground. I assisted her with a hard thrust deep into her, hoping the force of the movement would be enough to lift her some, allowing her to get her legs free. It had the complete opposite effect I had intended. It caused Amy to gasp and her body, caught in the pleasure of the moment, forgot what it was doing, and dropped her back onto my stiff member. After a moment to catch her breath, Amy tried again. I considered repeating the movement, but instead I just used my hands on her hips to assist her.

With her feet on the ground, Amy stood up in front of me. Her eyes were still closed as she paused for a moment to catch her breath, breathing deeply through her mouth. She began rubbing her belly with both hands, letting out a content sigh, a very satisfied smile spread on her lips. Still caressing her big belly, she opened her eyes and gave me a very sexy, sultry look. One of those looks that promised she was going to do something I would enjoy so much, it should be illegal. "You are very," heavily emphasising the word, "very good with your tongue." She bit her lip, in that same innocent, sexy way that she always does. "You know," she began, bending over as she spoke, finishing the sentence mere centimeters from my mouth, "I'm very good with my tongue, too."

"Prove it." I said, and then closed the remaining distance between our mouths. I kissed her for only a moment before she pulled away, her hands on my shoulders to prevent me from persuing. She looked apologetic when she said, "Not today, handsome." I frowned, trying to give her my best puppy-dog look. She giggled. With a slight shake of her head, and a mischevious smile, she said, "No. Today I am going to lay you down on this couch. I am going to ride you, and keep riding you, until I squeeze every last drop of delicious juice, from your big, hard cock."

I could live with that. I pulled myself all the way onto the couch, laying down with my back resting on the slightly angled portion. Amy followed me up on to the couch, crawling on her hands and knees. She proceeded to continue the kiss that she had broken moments ago. Her belly was pushing on my stomach. She was resting all of her weight on it, as she ran her hands over my chest and into my hair. Like squeezing a balloon to force the air all to one side, Amy's big firm belly weighing heavily on me caused all the blood in my body to rush into my cock. It swelled much larger than usual, the color becoming several shades darker. Amy, noticing my reaction to her belly, lifted herself off of me a little and raised her hips into the air. Looking down between her legs, Amy used one hand to grab my throbbing member, steadying it, so she can ease on to me. Unable to fully lift herself off of me, Amy's belly rubbed against my stomach as she settled her hips down on to me. Her warm, wet pussy felt incredibly tight as she slid down my engorged cock. She closed her eyes and moaned. That first stroke was almost enough to set me over the edge, it felt amazing. I held her hips down, allowing me a moment to ease back from releasing. Her mouth open slightly, panting, she waited impatiently for me to cool down. She was eager to begin again, and immediately she began to work hips on my fat cock the moment I released her. Her belly making the motion fairly difficult for her, I assisted her by putting my arms around her waist, my hands settling underneath her hips. She began moaning louder as I began to move her faster, lifting her higher, pushing her back down harder, and thrusting my pelvis up into her as she came down. She had one hand on my chest, for balance, while the other squeezed her breasts and played with her nipples, both still packed tightly in her shirt. With each thrust, her huge amount of cleavage bounced and jiggled in a way that I found mesmerizing. I would die a happy, happy man if I drowned in those boobs. Her moans were getting louder and increasing in pitch as we continued, slowly escalating to her eventual climax. She threw back her head screamed in ecstasy when her orgasm crashed over her. The orgasm caused the muscles in her vagina to clench around my cock, pushing me over the edge into my own ecstasy. With one final thrust into Amy, I released, cumming deep in her, making her cry out in pleasure again.

She remained in the same position, her head tilted all the way back, as panted rapidly, her chest heaving with her deep breathes. Amy's tits, in her tight shirt, had no where to go put up. In my post-orgasm stupor, I just watched and drooled as her breasts would balloon up with each breath she took in. It took her several moments to get her breathing somewhat under control. Taking a few deep breaths through her nose, she let out a heavy satisfied sigh. She tilted her head back down to look at me, she smiled. Brushing some stray hairs behind her ear, Amy rubbed her swollen belly.

"I can't explain it," she said, "but I absolutely love it, when you cum inside me."

"My pleasure." I smiled back at her.

She stayed seated on me, but leaned forward a little to rub her hands over my chest. She cocked her head to the side a little, and asked in a sly voice, "That's not all, is it?"

"Far from it." I replied.

Amy managed to finally get the last drop out on our forth round. After which we simply collapsed in each other's arms on the couch, entering a very deep and satisfied sleep.

Chapter 8

Unfortunately for me, this sleep didn't last long. It felt as though as soon as I closed my eyes, I opened them again. On the red mountain. It was as if the dream had picked up where the woman and I had left off last time. We were still most of the way up on the mountain on a level ridge that stuck straight out from the mountain like a shelf. She was still gazing at Earth with a sad look on her face. It was while she was gazing at my world, I had a sudden flash of recognition. It seems my Art History classes were good for something after all. It was in this moment of recognition that it finally clicked in my head. It was like putting a puzzle together when you didn't know what it was supposed to look like. You're thinking it's a picture of a dog, then a few pieces fit together and suddenly you're looking at Albert Einstein. That was how I felt when I opened my mouth to speak.

"You figured it out then, did you?" The woman asked with a smile on her face.

I paused a moment after she said this, mouth still hanging open. Her comment threw me off for a second, "Wait... You didn't call me "it". You called me you." I said, confused.

She turned her gaze back to me. "Yes. I did."

I waited to let her finish that sentence. When it became obvious she wouldn't, I asked her the previously unspoken question. "And WHY did you do that?"

"Because you are beginning to understand. To believe. There is much power in names, and simply by thinking mine you have earned acknowledgement." She said with a very slight bow of her head.

"So you really are Fortuna, then. As in, Fortuna, the Roman Goddess of Luck?" I asked, unwilling to believe what I was saying.

"I am called many things, that is one. Yes." she made a casual gesture towards Earth, "What your kind does not understand, is that the people called Romans may be gone, but the Gods still remain. We have always been here, even before Mortals existed. The Romans, and other mortals of times long past, were aware of us and gave thanks for our favors. Through their worship we gained power."

"THE Goddess of Luck?" I was still a little hung-up on that thought. "Able to manipulate the lives of people through chance?"

"There is no chance, mortal. There is only the Will of the Gods." she said, her voice rumbling like thunder. Literally.

I didn't pay it any mind, I mean, this is a dream... right? I was beginning to have doubts about that, actually. It felt so real, being on this mountain. All my senses functioning at full capacity, able to think clearly, not showing any signs of my normal "dream-state". But what I was experiencing was clearly impossible. I pushed that thought to the back of my mind, I would sort it out later. At the moment, I had a bone to pick.

I balled my hands into fists, squeezing hard, trying to keep a level head. "You mean to tell me, that all the bad "Will of the Gods," I sneered, "in my life, was your doing? Everything that has gone wrong, is your fault?"

With a calm, bland expression, one that surprisingly reminded me of Frenchie, she said, "Yes."

The words blurted out with no particular emphasis, skipping the brain and headed straight for the exit. "You fucking cunt." Oops.

She took it well, I suppose. She only seethed with rage, grew another ten feet, and fire formed around her hands. The ground shook with her anger, making me brace myself or I would fall over. She pulled one flaming hand back in what would amount to a godly haymaker that would mash me into pulp, and held for a moment before bringing down her godly wrath. I didn't cower, or flinch. I didn't weep or make futile attempts to shield myself from the blow. Don't get me wrong, I was absolutely terrified, which might explain my lack of reaction, but I didn't regret what I had said. Given the chance, I would not change a thing.

Her mighty fist swung down at me. Out of normal human reaction, I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. A deafening sound of impact, and an intense crushing pressure on my body was the last thing I felt.

I'm not much into religion, I believe that when you die, you're dead. Done with, over, caput, the end of, no more. No heaven, no hell. Just gone. So when I became concious again, you could say I was more than a little surprised. I was lying on my back on some coarse, gritty material, my eyes still closed. A part of me wondered if I would go to Heaven in the same state that I had left Earth, meaning I was wondering if I was a pancake. A moment of moving my legs and arms suggested I wasn't. Dazed, my vision blurry, I stood up on shaky legs, nearly falling over. My first glimpse of heaven was a major disappointment. I slowly turned, taking in my surroundings. With a groan, I realized I was still on the red mountain. I stopped my turn when I was facing Fortuna again. I was twenty yards further away from her than I had previously been, a giant crater where I had been standing.

"If this is Heaven, I want to file a complaint." I slurred.

Fortuna, now back to her previous size of fifteen feet, showing no signs of anger, laughed. It's hard to describe the incredible sound of a Goddess's laugh, but it was beautiful. A sound no human could make, it was literally music for the soul. I felt better, refreshed, after her laugh. My head cleared of it's fuzziness. Taking a closer look, it appeared that Fortuna had not smashed me into pulp, but had struck her first at the ground right in front of where I had been standing, causing me to get hurled through the air.

She laughed for a few more moments, before saying, "I like you, mortal. I am glad to have chosen you." she shook her head as she smiled, "It is a rare day indeed that anything can insult me, and live to tell about it."

I slowly walked back to the goddess, who I now truly believed was a goddess. That ground slam thing she did really hurt. If I was dreaming, I would have woken up or something, or atleast it wouldn't hurt so damn much. I shuffled up to the impressive crater and tried not to imagine what would have happened had she actually hit me.

"So why am I still here, then?" I refrained from adding, Bitch, to the end of the sentence. I didn't want to push my luck. Heh. Heh. Get it? Luck? Anyways, I was curious as to why I had not been crushed.

"Fortis fortuna adiuvat," Fortuna said, "Some might consider your action as one of stupidity. It is a good thing for you that I am not one of them."

"Fortune favors the bold, huh?" It seemed to add up now. My whole life, all my rotten, shitty luck, explained. I would joke that the universe had it out for me, but I was wrong. It was a goddess who did. "I honestly don't feel favored much, besides that 'Not turning me into dust' thing just now, which I appreciate."

"But are you not favored?" she queried, "You have no responsibilities imposed on you, no need to work or toil under another's whip, and you have more wealth than you could possibly use in your life-time." She raised her hand in a gesture to silence me, when I opened my mouth to interrupt her. "And your most fortuitous meeting with a girl whom you have fallen in love with."

That made me pause and think for a moment. I put a few more pieces together before I said, "You're the Wizard, aren't you?" Fortuna nodded. This almost made me blurt out another insult, but I caught myself in time. I doubted I would be able to insult her a second time and live.

"Why? Why did you do this to Amy? To me?" I said, "I don't understand. You said Amy and I were a part of your preperations against some great evil, or whatever. There's been nothing on the news about that, no indication of the 'End Time'. You'd think someone would have noticed by now."

"Mortal, you are not meant to understand. Only obey." Fortuna spoke with an authority that only a god could. "I assure you, the evil has been released."

I interrupted her, "What evil, damnit?"

Fortuna made an obvious effort to stop herself from smiting me. She seemed to relax, and explained to me in an even tone, "There is no true name for it. In the history of your kind, it's name has changed, it's meaning, it's capabilities. It has been imprisoned within the Earth by the gods for countless eons. Some called this place Tartarus, The Underworld, Hades, Gehenna, Hell, it matters not. The evil is Chaos, the Void. Before there was anything, before the gods, before the universe, there was only the Void. There is no clear answer on how the universe began or where life came from, but it is known that Chaos has constantly sought to destroy it, to return everything to the Void. Chaos is a subtle and devious enemy. Never acting directly, always through minions and pawns. It will strike only when it can deal its deathblow, when its victory is certain. Even now, as we speak, it gathers its forces."

That was not what I was expecting. I was hoping for something simple like, Godzilla is smashing Tokyo, or something. I figured it best not to try to comprehend what Chaos was, for my own sanity. Just accept it and move on.

I found that accepting this as truth, to believe, was easier than I thought. I nodded, "Alright. What is Chaos planning to do to Earth, and how can I stop it?"

Fortuna smiled sweetly at me, "I knew I would not regret choosing you as our champion." She looked up at Earth, squinting a little, as if she could see exactly what was going on up there. "I do not know exactly what the evil is doing, but I know it will need an army. In the days since Chaos was released, it has undoubtly unleashed its breeders. Horrid creatures. They are able to impregnate human females with their seed, causing rapid pregnancy that takes a day, possibly up to a week, to produce offspring. These abominations rapidly mature into adulthood and either join the ranks of the army, or continue on as breeders."

"Breeders?" I asked incredulously. "They're using women to breed?"

"Yes, to breed." Fortuna confirmed. "And I expect you to do the same."

I arched an eyebrow at her after that comment. I didn't know what she meant by that, but I had a feeling it was something I'd like. "How do you expect me to breed an army for you? I'm only one man, and as much as I'd like to boast, I can only get off so many times in a day before I need to recuperate. Not to mention the whole nine months and eighteen years to wait for an adult."

Fortuna was silent for a moment, looking at Earth. Eventually she said, "You will need to gather your comrades. They play an integral role in what is to come. When you have gathered them all, I shall call upon you again." She began to turn away from me, then hesitated. Speaking over her shoulder, she said, "Be warned mortal. The evil is an incredibly powerful and dangerous enemy. It knows the gods intend to imprison it again, and how." She turned around to face me, "And it knows you and your comrades are a part of our plan to stop it. Be wary."

Nothing like an ominous warning from a goddess to set you at ease, right? I frowned at Fortuna, in response to her warning. "But you still haven't told me where to begin, how can I breed an army?" I felt a little stupid asking that question. It sounded like a really corny line from some awful B-movie.

The goddess smirked at me, "Ah, but you already have begun, mortal."

As I was about to ask my next question after that cryptic message, I seemed to blank out for a moment, everything going dark, as if I passed out. I sat up quickly and yelled at my desk, "Wvagh dsh dt mnn?!?" I realized I was waking from my slumber on my couch, back in my office, pointing and yelling at my desk. The morning sun flooded in through the open blinds, causing me to blink and shield my eyes. I was confused, bewildered. What the hell was going on? The line between reality and this dream-reality was becoming blurred. During the dream... no, I can't call it a dream anymore, it was too real, it was something else entirely. Maybe a vision? The possibility of it being real, of me being on a different world speaking with a goddess, was something I didn't want to consider at the moment. I blinked several times as I tried focusing my eyes. Amy seemed undisturbed by my outburst. I sat up and put my feet on the floor as I yawned. Giving myself a moment to become somewhat awake, I stood up and stretched, my body feeling tight and cramped after spending all night on the couch. It's a comfortable couch to rest on, but not to sleep for several hours on. After my stretch, I turned around to see if Amy was awake, and noticed she wasn't there.

My thoughts instantly went to the last time I had woken up and found Amy missing. Thinking about scantily clad Amy making me breakfast had me drooling as I left the office. I stumbled down the hall for a bit, zigging and zagging, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, when I heard something. At first, I couldn't tell what it was, only that my brain had registered a sound, which set off an alarm. I paused and listened. The sound came from further down the hall, towards my bedroom and the stairs down. I slowly made my way, trying to hear where the faint sound was coming from. I passed my bedroom door and continued for a few steps when I noticed the sound getting softer. Playing a sleepy version of Hot-Cold by myself eventually led me to my bedroom bathroom. As I approached the door, I could make out the sounds from within. Amy was crying softly.

I knocked on the door gently, "Amy?" The crying stopped immediately. I didn't hear any sounds from within. She must have frozen, thinking if she didn't make a sound I would go away. I tried the door handle, it was locked. I knocked again.

"Go away. I'm... I'm... I'll be down in a minute." she said.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing! Now just go, I'll be down in a minute." The tone of her voice betrayed her words. Something was definitely not right.

"Amy, can I come in?" I tried the handle again, knowing it was still locked. I could hear Amy stumble across the bathroom and throw herself against the door to prevent me from entering. "Amy, you're starting to scare me. Cmon, open the door, please."

I could hear her slide down the door, ending up sitting on the ground with her back against the door. Her voice sounded tense, worried, "Where did you go last night?"

My brain did a loop-de-loop. "I didn't go anywhere, I was with you all night."

I heard her sniffle slightly, "No, I woke up last night, and I was alone on the couch. I searched the house for you, and you weren't there. Where did you go?"

Holy shit. Did that mean... Was I really... Holy shit. I stalled for time as my brain scrambled trying to come up with a better answer than, I was on a different planet with a Goddess.

I spoke a partial truth. "There's a place on the roof I go to sometimes. I go out there to listen to the city, to think." I cringed a little, hoping Amy hadn't checked the roof.

Apparently she hadn't because she didn't refute my claim, but suddenly shifted course. "Micah, why do you like me?"

I wasn't expecting her to say that, it left me confused for a second as my brain shifted gears, trying to catch up to where Amy was headed. "Amy, it's ok. Just open the door and we can talk."

"No! Answer me first. Why do you like me?"

I hated questions like this, they were the kind I always ended up answering in the worst possible way. I tried thinking of some answer that would get her to open the door, but none came to mind. With a sigh, I gave in and just answered her as honestly as I knew how, "Honestly Amy, I don't know how to explain why. Just being near you makes my head spin and my heart race. The way you look at me after we make love, the feel of your skin under my hands, your beautiful sincere laugh that is music to my ears. Every little part of you. I'm crazy about you."

Amy sniffled a little as I spoke. She was quiet for a moment after I had finished. "Amy?" I checked to make sure she was still ok.

"Yeah." she said softly, "I'm ok." I heard the door lock click open, and Amy walking away from the door. I hesitated for a moment before entering.

My bathroom is rather spacious and luxurious. Entering the bathroom you see the sink a few feet straight ahead, with a small medicine cabinet and mirror above it. To the left is some towel racks and other shelves to store my toiletries, and to the right is the shower and toilet. The toilet is attatched to the near wall, and it was where I found Amy. Her back was to me, she was sitting sideways on the toilet, with its lid down. She was still wearing her sky blue top, and had put on some of my boxers. She was leaning away from the door, her shoulders slouched, her head bowed.

"Amy?" I asked gingerly, "Are you ok?" I began to approach her, but was still a few feet away from her when she turned around.

Teary eyed, she asked me, "Would you still like me even if some parts went missing?" She turned fully around. She looked exactly the same. Except for the obvious lack of her belly.

Chapter 9

I gawked at Amy's lack of gravidness. Every other part of her body had remained the same. Her beauty was undiminished, her breasts still huge, her body still curvy. She just didn't have a big belly anymore. I had a mixed reaction, besides being surprised. I was a little sad that her large pregnant-looking belly had disappeared, my fantasies with it. On the other hand, I was happy, really happy, because this most likely meant her curse was gone. Amy would no longer be seen as some grotesque old woman, but as the young beautiful woman that she was. Which suddenly made me panic a little. I started to wonder if Amy had only been with me because I was the only person that could see her. I looked up from Amy's midsection to her eyes. The look in her eyes told me she was asking herself the same thing, did I only like her just because of her belly. She returned my gaze, waiting for my response. I guess my time ran out, or my expression wasn't the right one, because Amy burst into tears, pushing past me as she stormed out of the room. She ran out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, out into the hall and off to God knows where. Shit. Nice one Micah.

I looked up at the ceiling, "Couldn't have helped me with that one, huh?" I imagined the bitch on the red planet smirking at my "misfortune". I opened my mouth to give the goddess a piece of my mind, when I heard singing.

Meredith Brooks' song was stuck on repeat at the beginning of the chorus. "I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch." It was my cell phone ringing, that was Morgan's ringtone. I sighed. This was the last thing I needed. Whenever Morgan called me it was usually to try to seduce me or to scream at me. I was one of the few men in this city that hadn't slept with her, and I think she hated me for it. I went into the bedroom and grabbed my phone from the nightstand.

"What." I said in a tone that meant I clearly did not want to talk.

"Are you hitting on me?" Morgan asked, a hint of a smile in her voice.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Which was true.

"This package you sent me. You sent me a gift. You're totally hitting on me aren't you?" Morgan continued.

I covered my face with my hand. I was getting annoyed. "Morgan, I don't have the time or the patience for games right now. What package are you talking about?"

"Oh come on Micah." Morgan teased, "You sent me this plant. Well, it's just a seed, but it's from Egypt. You know how much I like exotic things."

Egypt was the site of the excavation. The discovery. My blood went cold. "Morgan," I said slowly, "I didn't send you a package. It's not from me. Throw it away, right now."

She snickered, "You wrote a note with it and signed it. You don't remember doing that? Just add water, it says."

"Morgan, I'm serious. I didn't send you anything. Don't touch that thing. Throw it away, destory it. Now." I was panicking. I could only think of what Fortuna had warned me about as we parted.

"Micah, stop play-" Morgan began, but was interrupted. Another voice was in the background, the phone sounded like it was being moved around.

"Yo, I dunno what you tryin' to do here, pal. But I'll fuck you up." Tony's voice suddenly came from the phone. Tony was a frequent plaything of Morgan's.

"Tony! I didn't send that package. Throw it away! Destroy it!" I was becoming frustrated, my voice rising.

"I know where you live, you little shit. Stay away from her, or I will fuck you up." Tony continued the macho routine.

"For fuck's sake Tony! Beat me up if you want, but throw that fucking thing away, NOW!" I yelled. A click on the phone told me that Tony had hung up on me. I took the phone from my ear and stared at it for a moment as if it'd tell me why Tony just did that. Fear and frustration caused me to throw my phone across the room. Luckily, it hit the curtains by the window, catching it and letting it fall to the ground, unharmed.

"Fuck!" I yelled in pure frustration. I wanted to believe that I was making this all up, but, given the circumstances of the last several days, I couldn't. I took a couple of deep breaths as I cleared my head and tried thinking. I needed to find Amy, to figure out what the hell was going on with her. I shook my head. That would have to wait. I did not send Morgan a package from Egypt, and I could only think of one person, or thing, that would. I went across the room and grabbed my phone. I put on some clothes and headed downstairs. I yelled for Amy, to see if she was there. No response. I didn't have the time to look everywhere, so I gave her cell a call as I ran out the door and jumped into my BMW. I left a brief message saying I was sorry, telling her how beautiful she is, and I wanted to see her.

I broke just about every traffic law on my way to Morgan's. She lived in a penthouse, in a large building downtown. My brakes screeched as I stopped out front of Morgan's building, mounting the curb with the front tires, parking extremely illegally. Not giving a shit about that, I threw the door open and sprinted towards the entrance to Morgan's building. The doorman apparently didn't like crazy people driving up on the curb by his door, he moved as if to intercept me. I couldn't think of a quick way to talk him out of my way, so I screamed gibberish, waving my hands in the air, pretending to swat away flying things attacking me. "Bats!" I screamed, "Run! This is Bat country!"

Apparently the doorman wasn't trained to handle this kind of situation, or wasn't paid enough, because he just stood there. With a very confused expression, he watched me run by into the building. Pushing through the revolving door, I sprinted through the posh lobby to the elevators. Morgan lived on the twelfth floor, so taking the stairs was not an option. I mashed the up arrow on the elevator button on the wall repeatedly. After the fifty millionth press, with a ding, one elevator opened up. I sprinted inside, shoving the startled old woman exiting the elevator out of my way. Once inside, I began to rapidly press the twelve button. It never has, and never will, speed up the elevator but I felt better if I hit it as much as I possibly could. With a ding, the doors closed and I began my ascent. I guess Fortuna was looking out for me at the time because the elevator never had to stop on its way up.

Ten billion years later, the elevator door opened on the twelfth floor. A lush, small, semi-circle lobby appeared beyond the opening doors. Most of it was dominated by a magnificent fountain with a large round base, a low couch surrounding it. The wall held a few expensive paintings. The wall also had a set of double doors to the left and right. Having attended parties at Morgan's before, I knew hers was to the left. My mind racing, I approached Morgan's door. I heard a blood-curdling scream come from within, which elevated to a scream of pure unrestrained terror. Hearing the scream, I reacted and charged the door from a few feet away. I've seen movies, they make kicking in a door look easy. It isn't. But when the door is already open, it's quite easy. Luckily I didn't have much momentum as I lowered my shoulder into Morgan's door. The door flew open and I stumbled into the room, nearly falling on my face, taking a moment to gain my balance again and stand up straight.

The screaming reached a crescendo and abruptly stopped in a sickening gurgle as I entered the room. I didn't have time to get a clear look at the room before I was sprayed by a hot liquid, covering most of my chest and face, temporarily blinding me. I froze a moment after being sprayed. I slowly wiped the slightly sticky, hot liquid from my eyes and checked my hands. Horrified by what I saw, I quickly wiped more of the blood off of me. I lifted my gaze to find the source of the blood and saw the most frightening thing I've ever seen.

A giant mass of writhing tentacles sat in Morgan's living room, Tony's limp body suspended in the air by a few tentacles wrapped around his body, crushing him. The mass of tentacles had no clear center, or at least one that I could not see. It looked like it had hundreds of tentacles, all green, in all shapes and sizes, constantly in motion. I was already standing a good distance from the thing, but I backed away from it slowly, my eyes wide and jaw dropped. I saw the tentacles tense around Tony's body, causing more of his blood to squirt out. I glanced around the room, Tony's blood was everywhere. I threw-up. I was about to turn and run the hell out of there when I heard a faint whimper. I looked up again and saw Morgan on the opposite side of the creature from where I was standing. She looked terrified, her mouth open in a silent scream as she watched the monster crush the life and blood out of Tony. I tried getting Morgan's attention without alerting the beast. She turned her gaze to me, a look of horrified confusion on her face. Her dark brown hair was hanging down and looked wet, the towel in her hand suggested her hair was wet with water, most likely having just taken a shower. She was wearing only a black bra and panties. I motioned with my hand, beckoning her over to me. She turned back to face the monster, but began taking small side-steps in a circle around the monster, her eyes never leaving its swarm of tentacles. She was about three fourths the way around the monster when she slowly turned her back on it and began heading towards me and the door out. It was then the beast noticed her.

Several small tentacles darted towards Morgan, wrapping around her wrists and ankles. Morgan shrieked as the beast lifted her and pulled her back, dropping the crushed remains of Tony's corpse in the process. The monster added more tentacles to hold her suspended in the air a few feet off the ground. It positioned her so her arms were above her head, leaning her back a little, her legs bent at the knees, and spread wide. It looked like she was sitting in an invisible floating recliner. Morgan's screams were silenced as the monster stuck a tentacle into her mouth. I was frozen, unable to think or act, I watched in horror as the beast began impregnating Morgan.

Roughly from the center of the tentacle mass, another tentacle emerged. It was larger than most the other tentacles, probably a good six or eight inches around. It was green like the other tentacles, except for the last ten inches of the tip, which looked like a large pinkish purple penis. The new tentacle slowly made its way underneath Morgan, and then up into her, slipping around her panties. Morgan's muffled screams turned to moans as the tentacle began thrusting in and out of her, her eyes rolling back a little. Either Morgan was a bigger slut than I had imagined, or the tentacles were doing something to her brain. She began to rock her hips with the tentacle thrusting into her, forcing it deeper. After a few moments, with no change in the monsters appearance, the tentacle thrust one last time deep into Morgan and began to fill her.

It was like watching a cartoon, where water travels down a hose in intermitten blobs, causing the hose to bulge as the liquid passed. The beast's semen began traveling the length of it's penis tentacle thing, eventually ending in Morgan, squirting its juice into her. Morgan made a loud moan from her stuffed throat as the beast set to filling her. I watched in horror as blob after blob entered Morgan. After several blobs of the monsters semen dissappeared into Morgan, I noticed something that almost made my stomach attempt to empty again. Morgan was filling up. Her stomach had a slight bulge to it now, as if she had eaten a large meal. As the never ending blobs poured into Morgan, I watched as she slowly swelled. Morgan was still moaning, most likely unaware that she was ballooning up. The semen was causing her stomach to fill, making it look tight and stretched. The bulge of her belly surged forward a little with each glob passing into her. Morgan's stomach swelled beyond a "full" look into an early pregnancy look. The bulge of her belly rounding out more and more as she was filled. Morgan continued her moans of pleasure as her stomach filled, getting rounder by the second. It didn't take long for Morgan's stomach to look like she was really pregnant, probably around six months. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

My brain finally kick-started again, the fear and disgust still remained but were secondary. I needed to help Morgan, and fast. Her belly looked so full and tight, I was afraid the monster would fill her until she burst. I scanned the room quickly, looking for a weapon. My eyes skimmed by the fancy fireplace and mantel, but snapped back to it as I spied my weapon. It wasn't much, but it would do. The fireplace wasn't real, but it was made to look like it. Including instruments to use on a real fire. I walked briskly over to the fireplace and grabbed the poker next to it. I tried not to think of what the monster had done to Tony as I approached it cautiously. It didn't seem to notice me as I neared it. When I was only a few feet away, I yelled and lunged with the poker, stabbing through the tentacle that was filling Morgan. The monster reacted immediately. Silently, it jerked the tentacle out from Morgan and retracted all other tentacles. Morgan fell to the floor with a thump, laying on her back, her tight swollen stomach sticking straight up. I didn't hesitate, I just grabbed Morgan's arm and half carried, half dragged her away from the monster. I reached the door and grabbed one of Morgan's long winter coats from a hook. I put my hands under her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. She managed to stay standing, although she still somewhat dazed.

"Morgan, we need to go, now." I said gently as I draped the coat around Morgan's shoulders. I put my arm around her and guided her to the elevator. I chanced a glance over my shoulder and saw the monster had started to slowly reach out with its tentacles again, exploring the room, looking for new prey. The elevator was still at the twelfth floor, so it opened the moment I pushed the call button. Morgan was silent the whole ride down. She was swaying and her head was bent forward as if she was drunk. Her belly stuck out the front of her coat, smooth and tight, glistening with sweat.

I managed to escort Morgan out the front door and into my car, without incident. After settling her into the passenger seat, I hopped in the driver's side and took off, heading back to my townhouse. My thoughts were racing, trying to comprehend what I had just seen. Even after seeing it first hand, I didn't want to believe it. It was too damn scary. Unsure of what to do next, I glanced over at Morgan. The coat had fallen off her shoulders when I had put her in the car, revealing her mostly naked body, and her incredibly tight and swollen belly. Morgan had her head leaning back on the headrest, her eyes closed. She was moaning softly, part pleasure, part pain. Her hands were gliding over her pregnant belly, rubbing it. It took my a second to notice, but I could clearly see it. She was still swelling.

Her breasts had joined in now, beginning to strain her bra. Morgan's belly still looked like she was six months pregnant, but after staring at it for a moment, I could see it was slowly getting larger, her skin stretching and getting tigher. Morgan's didn't have big breasts to begin with, but now they were beginning to slowly overflow her bra, swelling up over the top, her nipple peaking out. Like her belly, her breasts looked like they were getting tight, and stretching to accomodate the sudden growth. Morgan, with one hand, began squeezing her swelling breasts, as the other hand continued rubbing her tight belly.

Despite what had happened, I found myself getting turned on by Morgan's predictament. I knew deep down that I should be horrified and repulsed, but I wasn't. I was quite the opposite. My pants got tight as I watched Morgan moan and rub her expanding belly and breasts. The hand rubbing her belly slid down, slipping into her panties. Eyes still closed, Morgan gasped and began panting as she started fingering herself in my car. It took all of my strength to not pull over and have her on the spot. A small part of my brain knew that I was not acting normally, that something was amiss. Morgan moaned louder. My brain went into overdrive, thinking only one thing. I needed to have her, to be inside of her, right now. The BMW's engine roared as I floored it home.

Chapter 10

As I drove, Morgan continued rubbing her swelling belly and breasts, moaning in ecstasy. Her full belly was round, looking roughly seven or eight months pregnant. Her breasts had surged forward and easily passed double D's. Her eyes looked glazed, as if she was drugged and had no idea where she was or what she was doing. As I helped her from the car into my home, her swollen boobs bounced around in a most arousing manner, having burst from the confines of her small bra.

We entered my townhouse. Morgan was clinging to me, her arms wrapped around my neck, kissing me passionately. She was hanging off of me, trying to drag me to the ground, wanting to do me on the spot. I resisted her long enough to carry her to the couch.

As I dropped her onto the couch, Morgan spoke for the first time since the incident, "Oh, I'm sooo horny." she said with a moan, "Fuck me. Fuck me, now." She continued rubbing her belly as she gazed up at me, lying on her back on the couch. I didn't hesitate to remove my own clothes, stripping naked quickly. It was more than Morgan's naked swelling body, her moans, and her pleas for me to fuck her. Something else was in my head, an uncontrollable desire to have her. Naked, I stood still for a moment, taking in the beauty of the woman I was about to dominate.

Morgan apparently couldn't manage more than that one sentence, for immediately after she said it, she moaned loud and long. Her eyes closed and her mouth hung open as she panted. Her hands slid all over her body, teasing her nipples, squeezing her breasts, running through her hair, rubbing her belly, fingering herself, everywhere. It was like every touch, every sensation, was nearly orgasmic for her. Her hips had widened along with her belly, her thighs plumping up a little from their former "twig" size. She was clearly very pregnant with... something. I didn't want to think about what, I only thought about how. How I was going to please her the most. It didn't take me long to decide.

After deciding how to go about this situation, I acted without hesitation. Morgan's bra broke with a snap, the straps unable to contain her growing body. I turned her, so she was in a sitting position on the couch. Still standing, I stepped between her thighs, grabbed them, and then lifted them high. I pulled her towards me a little so I could have easy access to her pussy, then I removed her panties by ripping them off. This left Morgan in a position that I would consider uncomfortable, but she loved it. The position caused her head to be a little above roughly where the bottom cushion of the couch met the back cushion. Her neck was bent at an extreme angle, almost ninety degrees, and her head sunk into the cushion up to her ears. The elevated angle that I held Morgan at caused her belly and breasts to flop slightly back towards her face, making them look bigger. I could only see Morgan's eyes over her immense belly and boobs, but her eyes smoldered with desire.

I guided myself into Morgan, slowly sliding into her. Morgan's moans elevated as I entered her. She had both of her hands above her head, pressing against the back cushion of the couch, assisting her in pushing herself towards me as I thrusted into her. Morgan let loose loud moans, nearly screaming, as I pounded her. Lucky for her that my couch had soft cushions, absorbing most of the impact of my thrusts, thus avoiding pain or damage to her neck. Her belly and breasts, though looking solid and full, bounced and jiggled in rhythym to my thrusts.

A dozen or so hard thrusts later, Morgan cried out in pleasure, her back arching up slightly as she orgasmed. Since I had been "training" with Amy over the last several days, I was far from ready to release. Morgan, however, continued having orgasm after orgasm, her moans getting shorter and softer. I suppose the pleasure was literally stealing her breath away. Not thinking, or caring, about Morgan's well-being, I continued my thrusts down into her.

It was then that I witnessed a sight even more horrible and terrifying than the one at Morgan's apartment. As I fucked Morgan, I could just barely hear a sound over her moans. It was the sound of a door opening and then closing.

"Micah, I'm back. I'm sorry I-..." Amy walked into the room and froze, her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were wide. I managed to look at her for a moment, before I turned back to Morgan, never breaking my rhythym. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I just could not control myself. I wanted to stop. Hell, I never even wanted to begin, but my body refused to respond to my demands. I managed to glance back over at Amy. Her eyes, wide with shock, narrowed into a glare of fury, her body shaking with anger.

I could see tears welling up in her eyes as she screamed at me, "You son of A BITCH!" She threw a small slender object at me, something she had been holding in her hand when she entered. It missed by a mile and disappeared into the kitchen. She spun on her heel and began to storm out of the room. I wanted desperately to stop, but I could only manage to say softly in broken words, "Can't... stop... Help."

Amy ignored my words and stormed out silently. As she reached the doorway, Morgan let out a loud moan. Amy's steps slowed. My body was on auto-pilot, it continued to thrust into Morgan, eliciting another moan. Amy stopped in her tracks, slowly turning her head to look over her shoulder. Another moan from Morgan and Amy turned all the way around, showing no signs of her previous anger. The anger had been replaced by curiosity. Morgan's moans continued, and with each one Amy's expression slowly changed from one of curiosity into one of hot, lusting, desire. Amy bit her lip and walked back into the room, towards Morgan and I. As Amy approached, I noticed her nipples were stiff. She began to play with her breasts with one hand, while the other slid into the pants she had acquired since I last saw her.

Amy's eyes were locked on Moaning Morgan. Amy eventually made her way across the room, ending up standing right next to me, facing Morgan. All the while, I had never stopped, nor slowed, my thrusts into Morgan. In the back of my head, I realized that this was awkward as hell. Standing next to my girlfriend (at least, I hoped she was. People are weird about labels), as I banged another chick. Sweating and panting from the activity, I managed to grunt out an apology to Amy, "Sorry... so sorry..."

Amy was oblivious to my apology. She continued staring at Morgan for a moment, then said in a flat matter-of-fact tone, "She's growing."

I looked back down at Morgan and could see she was growing a little faster now. Her full belly had swollen beyond a normal single pregnancy, she looked to be at full-term with twins, or possibly triplets. Either way, she was getting massive. Her breasts had ballooned up too. They had reached a size that I could not relate to a cup measurement I had seen before. Which is saying something, because I've seen some big ones, thanks to the internet. Morgan's body had expanded so I could no longer see her eyes, only the top of her head. Afraid I was suffocating her with her own breasts, I slid out of her and lowered her thighs back onto the couch. She had her eyes closed, panting heavily from the pleasure I had been giving her.

As I let go of Morgan's thighs, she opened her eyes slowly. A pleased smile spread over her face as she looked up at me. Her gaze shifted over to Amy, Morgan's smile widened even more. Morgan let loose a pleased purr as she began rubbing her huge belly. "This is going to be fun." she said with a smirk.

Amy and I stood transfixed. Morgan moaned. It had nothing to do with pleasure, it was more like a command. It jumpstarted Amy and I, forcing us into action. Without a spoken word between us, Amy and I helped Morgan up to a standing position then assisted her ripe swollen self up the stairs into my bedroom. Morgan had the same smirk on her face as Amy and I laid her down on my bed. Morgan commanded us after she moaned again, "Fill me with your seed. Drink my milk. Please me in any possible way."

Amy began undressing herself. Since I was already naked, I immediately climbed into bed at Morgan's command. Morgan rolled away from me, onto her side. I had a moment of confusion, which was quickly replaced by understanding. Images "appeared" in my head describing in visual detail what I was meant to do to Morgan. I was meant to be the main force of Morgan's pleasure. I spooned Morgan, hugging her close. I wrapped my arms around Morgan. I rolled away from Morgan and, though her body had definitely grown and gained weight, I had little difficulty pulling her on top of me, her back to my chest, as I rolled on to my back. On her hands and knees, the now naked Amy crawled on to my bed and began to greedily suck on Morgan's nipples. Alternating between the two, Amy worked her tongue and lips over Morgan's large erect nipples. I could feel Morgan's body quiver with pleasure as her tits were being sucked. Panting and moaning, begging for more, Morgan was loving every moment of this.

Without being told, Amy eased off on Morgan's nipples and moved to the end of the bed. She gently grabbed my erection and guided it into Morgan's warm wet pussy. I shifted Morgan a little so I would have an easier time thrusting into her. Easier being a relative term, I was still unable to give much speed or force to my thrusts. Amy assisted me in pleasuring Morgan and demonstrated how very good she was with her tongue.

Lowering her head between Morgan's thighs and mine, Amy, with much enthusiasim, went to work with her tongue. Like before on the couch, once I was in position I began thrusting into Morgan as fast and as hard as I could manage, which wasn't really that fast or hard. With her tongue, Amy licked Morgan's clit as I worked my cock in and out of her. It didn't take long for Morgan to begin having multiple orgasms, crying out in pleasure.

I rubbed Morgan's enormous belly and breasts. She was huge. Her belly had not stopped growing while Amy and I had moved her upstairs and got her settled in. At a glance you couldn't tell that she was growing, but it didn't take much observation to notice that Morgan was getting bigger. My hands quested over her tight swollen belly, rubbing it and feeling how full it was. I moved so I could see around Morgan's head, to see what my hands were describing with their touch. My hands had not deceived me. Morgan's belly was beginning to look spherical, no longer resembling anything like a normal pregnancy, no matter how many multiples she might be carrying. My gaze shifted from her gravidity to her breasts. My oh my were they, capital B, Big. Cup size was irrelevant. Nothing would be able to contain these spherical monstrosities. The massive orbs resting on her chest were capped by immense stiff nipples, leaking a white-ish fluid, which I assumed was milk (Can't be too sure with the tentacle pregnancy and all). I squeezed her breasts and teased her nipples as I fucked her, causing more fluids to squirt from her.

After a few minutes of pleasing Morgan in this fashion, Amy lowered her tongue to my stiff member and began licking. Working her tongue up and down my shaft and nuts, Amy quickly caused me to cum. It was better than cumming on any drug ever. Pleasure washed through my body and caused it to do every goofy orgasmic thing in the book. I released what felt like gallons of cum into Morgan's hugely swollen body. After our orgasms had finished, Morgan rolled off of me to lay on my right side and Amy moved to lay on my left, her head resting on my chest. Exhausted and out of breath, we all slowly slipped into a nice deep slumber. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was seeing Morgan's enormous body stop swelling. Much to my dismay at the time, I noticed that not only had it stopped swelling, but it was beginning to shrink back down.

I woke up from my dreamless sleep what felt like only a moment later. The sun was still up, but it was beginning to get dark out. I sat up in my bed and found a still sleeping Morgan laying next to me, her body mostly returned to it's normal shape. Under the sheets I could see her breasts had only slightly reduced in size, remaining large but not impossibly so. I could remember everything that had happened earlier in perfect detail. My thoughts raced trying to contemplate what had happened and how. Amy was nowhere in sight. I decided to get some coffee to help unscramble my brain. Slipping into some boxers and shorts, I went downstairs to the kitchen.

As I went about preparing the coffee, trying very hard not to think, I saw something on the ground out of the corner of my eye. It was the object Amy had thrown at me. I retrieved it from the floor and stared at it. It was a pregnancy test. I gawked at it, not believing what I was seeing. It must have been an idiot proof type of test because rather than a plus or minus, it simply read, 'Pregnant'.