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The witch Svanhildre was known as fearsome and powerful, but she was also known to take many to her bed. She thought herself as careful, never having gotten pregnant, or at least, never having carried a pregnancy past a few weeks. Perhaps it was for this reason that she became more lax, and unbeknownst to her, one of her lovers' seeds found themselves planted in her womb.
For two months, she didn't notice anything, even though her belly began to bloat. It was far too soon after her last cycle to be showing if she were pregnant, after all. The skipped cycles were of no concern, as this was known to happen from time to time. As three months approached, it was already becoming difficult for her to ignore the swelling of her belly, yet still she found a way, convincing herself that she'd only been gaining weight, which she had. Her backside fattened, her breasts bulged, and her thighs thickened. It was nothing to concern herself over; she was one of the most appealing women in the country, even more so now.
By four months, her pregnancy was becoming obvious, making her look closer to six months along, maybe even seven. She began hiding her swollen belly with clothes, wearing gowns that billowed out from beneath the chest, and thick fur cloaks. It was impossible to see how distended her abdomen had become beneath those layers, for now.
One of her favorite lovers, Storik, who traveled with her on her journeys, had begun to notice the change, however, he feared Svanhildre just a bit too much to say anything just yet. As round as her belly was becoming, it may have only been fat, as he watched her eat more and more every day, a ravenous hunger overtaking her. Still, he couldn't help staring at her rounded middle when they fucked, stroking its taut surface and admiring its smooth dome shape. Perhaps even more he enjoyed her heavy, swollen breasts, and her thick nipples jutting out. They took much of his focus on their nights together, his hands cupping and squeezing them, his lips wrapping around a fat nipple and sucking for as long as she would allow him.
At five months, Svanhildre couldn't hide her pregnancy without the use of her illusions, tricking everyone who looked upon her into seeing her former body. Nearly everyone, that is. Anyone who touched her for more than a moment would break the illusion. If something were to pull her focus for long, that would break the enchantment entirely. This, of course, meant that Storik and any of her other lovers would not fall under her spell, at least not for very long.
Six months into her pregnancy, and Svanhildre looked overdue and ready to pop. The weight and struggle with her heavy, swollen body was almost humiliating, only lessened by her ability to conceal it from most others, and how she, despite being aware of it, continued to ignore it, almost still convincing herself that she wasn't heavily pregnant. Having failed to take any of this seriously, she also lost track of how far along she was, and silently thought she must be nearing the end, by the size of her belly.
One day while picking up a few things in a small town not far from her home, Svanhildre stood just a bit too close to the man running the shop just as a kick pushed out from within, pressing up against him. As the illusion broke, Svanhildre seemed to suddenly become nine months pregnant right before his eyes, belly swelling up to full term in just moments. It took more illusions and some toying with his memory to resolve that, but the embarrassment was enough to keep her home after that.
While staying at her home in the forest -- for a rest, she'd told Storik, since they'd been traveling so much, and he feared her too much, even in this state, to say anything to indicate that he knew it was to rest from hauling that enormous belly around-- Svanhildre lumbered slowly to a chair by the fireplace, one hand pressed to her lower back, the other cradling the underside of her overfilled belly. Storik knew not to say anything to indicate or suggest that she was pregnant. He had made that mistake a small number of times already, thankfully mildly enough that the repercussions had been bearable. Still, the temptation was always there, especially when he had to watch her waddle around so slowly, huffing and puffing from the weight of the baby she was carrying in her womb.
As he watched her grunt as she lowered herself into the seat with a great deal of effort, legs spread to make room for her hugely swollen belly, he felt a stirring. There was something very thrilling about watching her grow heavy with child, breasts becoming even larger and heavier as they prepared to fill up with milk to feed the baby she was carrying. His cock hardened a little as he wondered if that was his baby in there making her so fat and heavy.
Without a word, he moved to kneel between her legs, undeterred by the bored and indifferent look on her face at the sight of him. She was leaned back into her chair, both hands holding either side of her full-term looking belly, her belly button poking out through her gown. Storik's hands ran from the expansive underside over the top of her heavy baby-filled gut, sliding over the big knob that was her belly button. Despite refusing to acknowledge her pregnancy, she never seemed to mind this, or enjoyed it more than she cared to admit. Her face did flush a bit as he pressed his lips to her big belly, feeling movement just beneath the surface as her baby wriggled around inside, struggling in its cramped quarters as it stretched its mother to her limits. The baby's movements were starting to become visible from the outside, and as Storik watched and felt them, more and more he wondered how many babies might be in there.
Kissing further down her belly, he raised her skirt, revealing the bottom of her belly and her cunt. He kissed a few spots on her belly where he could see the baby kick, and his cock twitched hearing the sound of Svanhildre grunting above him from the huge baby inside of her's constant movement. Almost suddenly, Storik buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking her clit, immediately making her pussy gush, soaking his beard. She leaned back in her seat and moaned, holding and rubbing her belly almost unconsciously as he voraciously ate her pussy. His machinations seemed to make the baby, or babies, kick and move around in her cramped womb, and Svanhildre would never admit it, but the sensation only made her more aroused.
When she came, a torrent of fluids burst from between her legs, and for a moment she believed that her water had broken, but she felt no contractions.
Now seven moths along, Svanhildre was becoming utterly massive. Even with her magic, it was becoming difficult to conceal her pregnancy, as she was only able to somewhat walk normally, without obviously waddling or holding her gigantic belly to support the burdensome weight of it. With these difficulties, she only went into any towns or cities for short amounts of time. That, and she was silently beginning to fear that she would go into labor at any moment, believing herself to be overdue with one very large baby, unwilling to acknowledge that she was certainly having quadruplets, at the very least.
At eight months, the size of her was almost unbelievable. Her breasts were larger than grapefruits, and there wasn't anything quite like the size her big pregnant belly had reached. It had become extremely obvious by this point that she was carrying multiples, Storik able to regularly observe somewhere between four and eight limbs pressing out from within her baby-filled womb all at once. Sitting home all day every day was far too boring for her, and she still ventured nearby, but by this point, she daren't go far, only being able to believably conceal her pregnancy for a short time. That wasn't even to mention how heavy she was, struggling to haul her massive body around, weighted down by her burgeoning baby belly, full of an uncertain amount of overactive babies.
As she neared full term, Svanhildre had no choice but to stay home by now, hardly even able to walk the grounds, the babies she was carrying in her huge belly becoming far too big and heavy for her to stand or walk for long. Her face was flushed all of the time now, from the effort of carrying her heavy brood inside of her, and the embarrassment of being so massively pregnant. Her breasts had become the size of cantaloupes, with big, thick nipples and wide, round areolas.
Exhausted by a trip to the table and back to her bed, and now nearly ten months pregnant, she groaned as she struggled to get back into it. The babies were all kicking, and it was nearly enough for her to acknowledge that she was extremely pregnant with several babies. Still, Storik hadn't heard a single word out of her to indicate that she even knew that she was going to be having multiple babies very, very soon. The only way he could be certain that she did know was the incredible size of her, not to mention the many babies constantly moving and kicking inside of her.
He crawled to her side on top of the bed, and it was almost insulting how quickly and easily he moved after watching her struggle just to heave her massive pregnant body into the bed. Her full, bulging breasts looked ready to burst from her dress, and so Storik helped them along, pulling the top down to reveal her huge, swollen tits. Her nipples were thick and dark, and her areolas were the size of saucers. He took one massive teat into his large hands as his mouth glommed onto the nipple, squeezing and massaging as he suckled. Svanhildre gasped quietly, cheeks reddening even more deeply, as her tits were so sore and sensitive, they needed to be sucked, no matter how embarrassing it might be. A pressure had been growing in her breasts, and she felt an overwhelming need for release.
As Storik sucked her fat teat, that release finally came, with a warm sensation leaving her nipple. She was lactating, and Storik suckled even more eagerly now, hungrily breastfeeding from her engorged mommy milker. The unattended one seemed to beg for attention, and she could almost feel it swelling even bigger with milk for her many babies.
Presently, only the two of them were in the house. Svanhildre had two other servants on the property, one having been sent to do some outdoor chores, and the other, she was unsure of. Until he walked in the bedroom, eyes widening, more with intrigue than shock, being quite used to finding his mistress in bed. His name was Vrognir, a big, strong man whose physique was comparable to Storik's, though he wasn't quite as tall, and was a bit more broad.
"Go and fetch Streja," was all she said, and he turned without a word to do so. Storik never slowed down, latched firmly to her milky tit and ravenously gulping down her milk. Svanhildre felt a strange mixture of humiliation and arousal, unable to tell him to stop, overcome with a deep need to breastfeed him. One of his hands began to roam her overactive belly, stroking over the rippling expanse of it, feeling all of the kicks of her massive brood.
Vrognir returned shortly with Streja, both of them apparently somewhat nervous at the sight of Svanhildre's huge breasts on display while she nursed their associate. "Come." she said, motioning for Vrognir to come closer. He found his place at her free side, slowly approaching her nipple with his lips, uncertain if she truly wanted him to join Storik in nursing from her. She didn't stop him, and he quickly latched on, immediately suckling and drawing huge gulps of milk from her overflowing tit.
Streja was given no direction, and found herself between Svanhildre's legs, rubbing her impossibly large belly all over, marvelling at how much movement could be felt within. Svanhildre grunted, gritting her teeth at the embarrassment of nursing her lovers while a third admired and felt her swollen pregnant belly, seeming to invite and encourage the movement with her touch. Her legs had to be spread to accommodate her enormous girth, and Streja found herself lifting Svanhildre's skirt, revealing her big, fat, full-term belly. The skin was stretched taut, with blue veins showing beneath, and a dark line ran down the center from beneath her big, round, popped-out belly button. Streja heard a high groan from Svanhildre, which sounded almost like a protest, but she did nothing else to discourage her.
Taking this as an invitation, she began pressing kisses to the round surface of Svanhildre's overly pregnant belly. A different baby seemed to kick at every spot she kissed, and her belly looked almost as active as the surface fo the ocean with all of the kicks riddling the surface. Svanhildre moaned and groaned beneath her, writhing a little and gritting her teeth at all of the movement inside of her. She was so full of babies, each one seeming to kick and wriggle inside all at once, she could hardly think about anything other than how absurdly pregnant she had become, her two huge breasts overflowing with milk and two men latched firmly onto either one while they breastfed from her.
Just when she began to wonder just how much longer she would have to stand this, Svanhildre felt a tight pain in her big belly, and her babies seemed to move even more, if that were possible. Before she could question to herself if she was going into labor, she felt a release of pressure, and felt water gush and spray from her pussy, soaking the bed beneath her. Neither Storik nor Vrognir seemed to notice, each engrossed in having his fill of her breast milk, suckling eagerly while squeezing her breasts to encourage her milk flow, as if the huge gushes of milk they got just from sucking her tits weren't enough.
Streja was startled at the huge splash of liquid from between her mistress's legs, face flushing from arousal at having just watched her water break, more than a little thrilled at seeing the big splash flow directly from her pussy. "Oh, madam, I- you're in labor!" she found herself blurting, as if it wasn't obvious. Svanhildre only growled in response, and Streja wondered how difficult it would make helping with a birth when the mother refused to even acknowledge it.
Thankfully, she already had her legs spread, and spread them a bit wider, possibly purely on instinct. She began panting and groaning, pain gripping her belly more and more frequently and at higher intensities. Streja continued rubbing her belly, her babies kicking against her hands, eager to get out of the confined space inside their mother's belly.
Streja gently felt Svanhildre's slick pussy, gently rubbing her clit to help along her labor in a way she would be agreeable to. Proving to be the right move, Svanhildre moaned, and more fluid gushed from between her legs as her belly contracted, forcing her to push with a long, loud groan.
"Good, that's good...! Keep pushing!" Streja's encouragement made Svanhildre groan louder, frustrated and humiliated at giving birth, but unwilling to do it alone, despite her shame. "Remember to breathe. Hoo, hoo, hoo. Like that." Streja seemed unable to ignore the fact that her mistress was giving birth, unlike the massively pregnant woman currently laboring in front of her. Her belly was unbelievably full, stretched to its limit and full to the brim with big, full term babies kicking around inside, impatiently waiting their turn to be born.
Both men continued suckling hungrily, their eager drinking helping her labor along. She panted frantically between pushes, before her groans turned into shouts as her body forced her to push again. "Push, push! It's coming, I think I see the head!" Streja announced excitedly, filling Svanhildre with a sense of dread as her pussy slowly began to bulge. It was utterly humiliating, laying there with her legs spread wide as she pushed out a baby, her belly hugely distended with so many more, and two of her lovers latched tightly onto each of her lactating mommy milkers, desperately suckling her teats and hungrily drinking her breast milk.
"Remember to breathe. Hoohoohoo!" Streja imitated the frantic breath-work once more, encouraging Svanhildre in her labor.
"Hoo, hoo... hhrrghh!" She finally played along, desperate for some relief from the pressure and pain in her belly.
"Good! Just like that! Keep pushing! You're already starting to crown!"
Svanhildre groaned both from the physical discomfort and the embarrassment of having Streja comment on every moment of the birth. Both tits were absolutely gushing milk into the hungry mouths clamped tightly onto them. She panted and groaned and shouted as another contraction gripped her massive belly and she was forced to push again, feeling the head bulging out of her pussy. She couldn't see Streja from behind her giant pregnant belly, squirming with the many lives inside eager to escape, but she knew she was there intently watching as the head of her first baby wedged itself into her pelvis and stretched her pussy wide around its large skull.
"Ohh gods..! Ohhhuuhhhhhggghhh!" she screamed as she pushed, the bulge growing huge, until the baby's head finally slid free.
"The head is out! Keep going, just a little more. Remember to breathe." Streja rubbed her belly, feeling the wide expanse of its shifting surface and placing a few kisses along the underside of it. Svanhildre gasped and moaned as Streja's fingers felt where her pussy was stretched around the baby's neck, only moaning even louder as she felt her lips find her swollen belly button for a moment before leaving her, only to be replaced by her hand, pressing and squeezing the sensitive bulge, encouraging the babies inside of her to kick and squirm even more, as the one she was laboring with turned inside of her canal.
"Hoohoohoo...!" Svanhildre breathed frantically in the short reprieve from active labor with the first of her litter.
"You're ready to push some more, my lady. Go on, push!" Svanhildre's rapid breathing turned into shouts as she pushed again, feeling her baby's wide shoulders stretch her pussy even wider as she squeezed it out of herself. Even more milk seemed to flow from her fat nipples when she pushed, straight into the hungry mouths of the men she was breastfeeding.
Finally, with a shout, she pushed hard and the shoulders burst free from her pussy. "Hoo, hoo, hoo..."she breathed to try and catch her breath as her first baby hung halfway out from between her thick spread legs. "Hoooohhhhhghhh...!" she screamed as a contraction constricted her belly and forced her to push the baby out past its hips, the legs sliding free moments later. Immediately, it began to wail. Unable to leave Svanhildre for a moment, as she began shouting and pushing again just a moment after birthing her first baby, Streja left the baby to cry between its mothers legs, knowing it would be fine for the time being, and with little other choice of where to put it.
"Gods, you really just had a baby...! And your belly, it's... still so huge! You're just... enormous, I wonder just how many babies you've got in there! I've simply never seen anyone this big before." Streja seemed unable to stop herself, marvelling aloud at the size of Svanhildre's massive pregnant belly and deepening her humiliation.
Svanhildre grit her teeth and groaned at the sound of the squalling baby she just birthed, and how it forced a flood of milk from each massive teat and into the hungry mouths of her drinkers. It was difficult to ignore her pregnancy, nearly impossible to ignore the fact that she was currently in labor, yet still she refused to acknowledge the baby she just gave birth to and its wailing.
"Get ready to push some more, my lady, another baby is on the way." She dearly wished Streja would stop saying things like that, but telling her to stop might be taken to mean that she wanted her to stop assisting with the birth.
"Ohh...! Hoohoohoohoohoo!" Frantically she panted, in and out, as she felt another contraction and pushed again, another baby already pressed head first into her pelvis, driving its way into her birth canal. Groaning and shouting through her gritted teeth, she bore down, unable to ignore the immense pressure in her overtaxed womb as her body forced her to push. Streja watched in amazement as the top of the second baby's head slowly came into view, just a sliver of the scalp visible from Svanhildre's slit at first, bulging her pussy bigger and bigger as it crowned.
"Here it comes! You're doing so well, madam." She couldn't help but wonder if this was the first time Svanhildre had ever given birth, since it seemed to all come so naturally to her. It wouldn't surprise any of the three of them if she'd given birth dozens of times before this.
Svanhildre panted, breathless from the exertion and overwhelmed by the humiliation of it all, laying there with her fat legs spread wide to make room for the many babies she was stuck birthing, Streja knelt between them watching as she squeezed baby after baby out from her pussy, while Storik and Vrognir nursed voraciously on her heavily engorged, milky teats. She couldn't even be sure if it was better or worse that she couldn't see Streja's face at all with her gargantuan baby belly in the way. Even after birthing one large baby, her overstuffed belly was still a mountain of flesh, skin still stretched tightly around the many lives wriggling around inside.
The reprieve was very brief, and only seconds later she was pushing once more, the head bulging out of her obscenely. She couldn't stop pushing, screaming with her jaw clenched as she pushed and pushed, the baby's large head slowly sliding out between her legs until the entire head popped free with a splash of fluids, illiciting a gasp and moan from its laboring mother. "Ohhh... gods... get... OUT!" she groaned, pushing as soon as she felt the baby turn inside of her, the shoulders bulging out of her only briefly before sliding out, one after the other.
"You're almost there, this one is nearly out already. Just a few more pushes." Streja was amazed at the fast progress, having some experience with assisting with labor and births, though not quite so directly until now. Her hands rubbed circles on the huge underside of her mistress's belly, feeling the many remaining babies moving around inside, impatiently awaiting their turn to come out.
"Hoohoohoohhgghh!" Svanhildre's rapid breathing turned to shouting as a contraction seized her boulder of a belly and forced her to push, the baby's torso easing out of her, with her unable to stop pushing until the hips and legs slid out from inside of her with a veritable flood of amniotic fluid.
The newborn wailed next to its sibling, announcing its birth to everyone present. It was almost as if their cries spurred on the babies who remained inside their mother, all seeming to thrash about inside of her womb at the sound of both of their crying. Svanhildre moaned, rubbing over the still endless expanse of her impossibly pregnant belly. She still had so much further to go, so many more babies to birth.
Milk continued to flow in thick streams from both nipples, directly into hungry mouths, neither men ever seeming to get their fill, no matter how much motherly milk they gulped down. Their own bellies felt full from the sheer amount of it, yet neither had any intention of stopping, and Svanhildre's breasts seemed to have an endless supply of milk to feed to them.
"Ohhhhh..." she moaned, overcome both by the sensations of birthing and breastfeeding, as well as the sounds of her two babies crying between her legs. It seemed no matter how much she rubbed her gargantuan baby belly, her babies wouldn't stop kicking, even as she gave birth to them.
"Get ready to push some more, my lady, you have quite a ways to go. There's got to be at least five more in there, looking at the size of you..." Streja might have been frightened by the look on Svanhildre's face, but they still couldn't quite see one another from behind her big baby belly.
Five more felt like an infinite number, far too many more to keep birthing. Svanhildre still couldn't believe she'd gotten herself into this predicament, going and getting herself knocked up and stuffed full to the brim with who knows whose babies. There was no time to really think on it or anything else, as she felt the overwhelming urge to push again, feeling the weight of another baby low in her pelvis. It was almost as if the others were angry it wasn't their turn, with how they squirmed and kicked almost violently inside of her.
Her shouting reached a crescendo as she pushed until the baby crowned, head bulging out of her pussy as it slid through her canal a bit faster than the last two had. The others may have stretched her by now, making the next birth a bit easier as she pushed out the head of her third baby. "Ohh...!" She cried, almost surprised at how quickly this one was coming. It wasn't quickly enough, her pushing hard and long immediately after feeling it turn, birthing the shoulders and torso in one go.
"Oh, gods, you're doing so well, my lady. Look how quickly you're birthing this one. Just one more push, and this baby will be out. Push now! Push!" By now, Svanhildre was certain Streja was doing this quite deliberately, getting some sort of enjoyment out of her struggle or out of embarrassing her by commenting on every moment of the births. It wasn't far from the truth, with Streja mesmerized by her mistress's labor, unable to tear her eyes away from her laboring pussy with the baby hanging halfway out of it, and two others wailing between her legs.
Regardless, she couldn't help but do as she said, pushing again until the rest of the baby slid free from her body, joining its two siblings on the bed, its cries adding to theirs. "You still have so much more to go." Streja's voice was almost sultry as she rubbed Svanhildre's big mommy belly, feeling the rest of her brood kick and roll against her hands. She paid especial attention to the underside, eliciting moans from Svanhildre, who wouldn't admit to enjoying some of the sensations she was feeling. But Streja knew those moans, and began pressing kisses to the enormous belly, leaving Svanhildre moaning and squirming at the touch, her voice becoming louder still as Streja kissed and sucked her popped out belly button.
"Hoo... hoo... hooohhh..." Svanhildre breathed, just before crying out as she bore down yet again, another baby on its way out of her still full womb. This one slid into and through her canal almost with ease, head bulging out of her pussy all within the first push.
"Wonderful, that's it, keep pushing. Don't forget to breathe. Hoo hoo hoo. Yes, just like that." Streja seemed to know exactly what to say to both humiliate and arouse Svanhildre as she labored, imitating the breathing the way she showed her, despite the embarrassment it brought her.
"Hoohoohoohoohoohooooohhh...!" she breathed frantically between the contractions gripping her belly like a vice, pushing again and birthing the head with a flood of liquid. It was still causing her a great deal of discomfort, but she couldn't ignore the arousal that had been growing through the entire birth. Her face flushed even more deeply, if that were possible, as the feeling of the baby stretching her wide from inside was beginning to feel very good. "Ooohh...!" she moaned, panting before pushing out the shoulders and torso, taking only a few breaths before squeezing out the rest of the body.
"Oh, my. Perfect. You were made for this. I've never seen someone give birth so easily. I can't believe you've never done this before." Streja's words brought a heat of shame to Svanhildre, yet also aroused her like nothing else. It was so humiliating, giving birth like this with her small audience, and being told how good she is at making babies. It was somehow deeply erotic, too, pumping out baby after baby, her big belly shrinking in size and yet still so very full. Now, though, she could see Streja's face, at least, and she could not decide if this was good or bad.
"Here comes another one, my lady. Get ready to push." Svanhildre could already feel the next one driving its head into her birth canal, pushing the moment she felt it. It slid through the canal with some ease, quickly bulging out of her pussy, but only for a moment before the head burst free. She panted, holding the backs of Storik and Vrognir's heads tightly to her bosom, as if she suddenly worried they might cease their drinking, or maybe encouraging them to somehow drink even more. It was remarkable that she not only hadn't run out of milk, but that both teats were still uncomfortably full and more than equipped to feed all of the babies she was having and then some. They gulped and swallowed quickly as they voraciously suckled, no matter how full of milk they became. Their own bellies were distending from the sheer amount of it, bulging out against Svanhildre's own massive pregnant belly, still quite full of babies.
Streja watched in amazement as Svanhildre pushed for a second time, the shoulders, torso, hips and legs all sliding out in a matter of moments, her body clearly becoming accustomed to giving birth. "You're getting so good at this, madam, I can't believe it. That's the fifth one out already! You must be about halfway done." Svanhildre groaned loudly. Only halfway, after all of that? "Don't worry, my lady, you're birthing so quickly now, you'll be done in no time."
Five newborns wailed, Streja nearly becoming overwhelmed herself with the amount of babies. There was still some room on the bed for more of their siblings, but she couldn't be sure just how many babies were still in Svanhildre's gigantic belly. Even at about half the size it was when first going into labor, she was still bigger than any pregnant woman any of them had ever seen.
Even with the extra room, her remaining babies didn't cease their movements, still wriggling around inside of their mother's belly. Another one quickly found its way to her pelvis, wedging itself between her hips as she began to push it through her canal, the head swelling her pussy until it slid right through all in one push. "Hoohoohoo...!" she panted, bearing down again, and once more birthing the entire body in a single long push with a big splash of fluids.
"Six babies, and you're still so big...! Gods, just how many are in there?" Streja was in awe at her still-huge belly, though it was now closer to the more normal sizes that one might expect to see with a pregnancy, and much smaller than when her water had broken.
The seventh baby found its way to her canal, and again Svanhildre pushed and pushed, this time not even stopping as the head bulged and popped free from her pussy with a splash, continuing to push even as it turned within her walls, until it slid out entirely. "Did you really birth this one in one push? I can't believe it. That's amazing." Streja was so incredibly impressed, but never rendered speechless.
Svanhildre's belly was considerably smaller now, surely nearing the end of her labor. Streja could tell that some of her apparent size was from the weight she'd gained while carrying such a massive brood to full term, and she must only have had one or two babies left inside. thinking of one or two as a small number was incredible, considering it was the typical fare.
"Get... out...! Get... out... of... ME!" Svanhildre shouted as she pushed and pushed, baby number eight quickly sliding through her widened birth canal, sliding out of her almost with ease. "Hoohoohoohoo...!" She breathed rapidly before pushing again, giving birth in record time to the ninth and final baby, squeezing it out in one push, it nearly tumbling out of her stretched body. She groaned loudly, finally resting her head back, neither Storik nor Vrognir making any moves to cease their endless suckling from her still heavily engorged mommy milkers, even as all nine babies wailed and cried out for mommy's milk, and their own bellies bulging and heavy from the fullness of drinking so much milk so quickly.