Becoming a Baby Ball

Victoria waddled through the long halls of her husband's manor. Absent mindedly rubbing the growing sphere that was beginning to dominate her torso. Already feeling taut after just a few months.

One of two dozen daughters kept by her powerful father, Lord Edward the Second. Victoria was the standout among her siblings now. By chance, or by fate? By a simple trait of biology. For she had become pregnant, blessed with life, and now a fertile incubator for Lord Edward's grandchildren.

She and her twenty-three sisters were raised in luxury. But within a cage. They never wanted for anything, enjoyed an extensive if shallow education, and were destined to be wed. The twenty four sisters upon coming of age, were married to the son of another powerful family, Alexander the Third.

Alexander was a handsome man, there was no doubt. He was charming, polite, and a musician unrivalled. Indeed, Victoria couldn't help but feel some level of affection for him as the years wore on. He tried to be there for every one of his twenty-four wives, though such a thing was nigh impossible even for the level of wealth they all lived by.

But their marriage had the same goal nearly all marriages did. One of them was to bare children. And their lives revolved around it.

Victoria and her sisters were part of a grueling inflation training regimen. Every day, at dawn and at dusk. They were inflated to their limits, time and time again. Hours each day as helpless spheres, slowly growing larger and larger over years as their capacities increased. They must bare many children, after all.

And Alexander, after the first year of marriage, began to try to become a father in earnest. His own exercise, diet, and endurance were put to the limit as he endeavored to make love to his harem as frequently as possible. This was to be the legacy of his family and Victoria's after all. There was no rush, but even with twenty-four wives, the chances of becoming pregnant were so low.

Victoria drummed her belly again as she looked out the window. Over the extensive garden, rows of flowers and trees. One of Alexander's sisters rode a horse with her mistress. A pang of jealousy fluttered in Victoria's heart. Already she was unable to enjoy the myriad of pleasures her status one allowed her. Her swelling belly straining her body in ways a lifetime of inflation never did.

So she waddled to the sitting room, to overlook the lake, and enjoy some tea. Reminiscing of how her life led to here. And where it was now inevitably going.

Victoria never expected she'd be the one to become pregnant. A few days after passionate love making, she suddenly, couldn't inflate as she always had. Her body had released it's numerous hormones and was changing. The maternal glow manifesting as all of her inflation training was converting into incubation.

There was much celebrating. She moved from her spot, once nine seats away from Alexander, to right by his side. Her sisters now seated apart from them.

A great feast was held immediately. Congratulations and well wishes from guests from her family and his, and other wealthy and powerful from around the country. The news media, the celebrities, everyone.

Victoria was overwhelmed by the attention... and some part of her wished it was anyone of her sisters but her.

It was a complicated feeling. She couldn't describe it.

Victoria eased into the lounging chair as one of her maids poured a cup of tea and brought a large platter of sandwiches. Much like the mysteries of blueberry inflation, pregnancy created more matter than could possibly have existed within a woman beforehand. But, superstition called that being well fed would help in mothering a son. And her appetite swelled as well.

She opened her eyes in surprise when she felt her back push against the seat first. A confused reach found, that her massively swollen middle has begun to stretch around instead of just in front. Her children filling her torso round now.

Her maids brought her some pillows so she could lay back comfortably.

Perhaps her complex feelings came from how, after the feast congratulating her pregnancy. All of her sisters were burst as part of the festivities.

All twenty-three of her sisters were gathered in the garden, and Victoria sat while Alexander gave each of his other wives a goodbye kiss. Tradition had it that all Victoria could do is give a small wave.

And all of her sisters were then hooked up to hoses, and began to inflate. Bursting out of their expensive dresses and began to float. The gas mixture lighter than air. The massive size that all of them could grow to now would crowd the gathering of revelers, so they had to be released into the sky.

It was an orgasmic show, as pushing one's limits always is. And one by one, each of her sister's floated into the sky, before blowing apart. Explosion after explosion, raining scraps of skin across the land to be carried by the wind.

It's not that Victoria wanted to explode then... but, now she was alone. For the first time in her life, she was the only child of Edward the Second.

If any of her other birth-sisters were out there, she didn't know. The life of the commoners and the unwed is short after all. Surely many of them had burst already. Would they even know if they were members of her family? Did it matter anymore.

Victoria slowly chewed another sandwich, the platter almost empty during her musing.

Alexander showered her in affection, but with her impregnated, he'd been increasingly called away to business and politics. His role as a father was complete, so he had to return to his role as a man.

And what company could the maids be? From their private lives, or entertainment for other men, they didn't last long. Hardly a week would go by without the sound of a distant bang.

She chased such thoughts away. Trying to keep her eyes from going wet.

"I'm not lonely..." She said to herself.

Rubbing her bloated stomach, she thought to her future.

Pregnancy could take years, especially at inflation sizes that Victoria and her sisters were capable of. It could be two, even three. And she'd be immobile by six months.

Her body was constantly producing eggs, and growing into individual embryos.

She could barely stand, and that was going to become more and more difficult as she grew bigger. Any week now, she'd be confined to wheel chair. And then the bed.

By the end of the first year, she'd practically be a sphere. Her body dominated by her torso as the inflation cavity converted her into a massive womb. And then, it was simply a matter of continuing to fill with children as they grew to be ready to take on the world.

Her team of maids and handlers would roll her every hour. Frequent feeding and massages to keep her healthy and skin free from sensitivity and sores.

A year... maybe more. Just sitting there. Becoming not a balloon, but a massive ball of babies.

Even half inflated to her limit, it was difficult to speak. How long would she have to spend like that? Unable to move, unable to speak. How long could she be "herself" like that?

Will Alexander visit her? Will he make love to her as he had so passionately the nights that led to this? Or would he simply grow busier and distant as she swelled and tightened?

Is Alexander the type of man to take a Mistress to occupy his bed, when his wife is too massive to lay beside? He doesn't seem to be, but what company will a baby ball be to him?

Victoria looked out at the lake. The sky was darkening. It looked like it was going to rain.

Footsteps approached. "Oh, Master Alexander. Can I get you anything?"

"Nothing, thank you." Alexander replied.

The footsteps stopped by Victoria. She raised one of her hands, and sure enough, he took it. Delicately placing a kiss upon her knuckle.

"My love, Victoria... Would you join me tonight for dinner?"

Such formality, as if he wasn't all she had left in this world.

Stiffening her lip, she nodded.

He smiled, a warm and gentle smile. He bowed, and continued on his way.

Years from now, when she's nothing but a tight sphere. Wiggling and writhing with dozens, over a hundred, children. When there is nothing of Victoria left. Will he still kiss her delicately? Will he still talk to her?

As she begins to groan and creak, wobbling ominously as her children's birthday approaches. Will her whisper that he loves her into her ear after she can't respond anymore? Will he write songs about her beauty even when all she is is stretched skin, flushed red, and coated in sweat?

When, she can do nothing but moan and whine, and beg to finally splatter and burst apart. Will he be there?

When she can't take the pressure anymore, and demands to be fed the delivery tube to drink until she blows apart. Will he honour her?

When Victoria fulfills her duty. And explodes to bring in a new generation. Will he be satisfied?

"I'm not lonely..." Victoria muses. And hopes, that if she says it enough, it will become true.