Reproductive Sciences (Futa/various; incest; Growth [Various]; Dub Consent)

Story by Jak8714

This is my first time posting on here, since I'm generally more of a lurker, but I'm trying to branch out into pornagraphic literature, and this is a good a place as any. I am always looking for advice, constructive criticism, and helpful hints so please let me know if I get something wrong, but don't be surprised if it takes me a while to get back to you. I have a lot of other obligations, and am just not very social.

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This is going to be a multi-chapter sci-fi/super-hero about a young (almost) woman who's trying to find her place in a world gone mad. I haven't really nailed down the plot yet, which means I also haven't really nailed down the fetishes. The incomplete list of likely or current fetishes includes Growth, Hyperism, Incest, Xenophilia, Technophilia, Incest (Various), Futa (various), Impregnation, Pregnancy, Denial, Inflation, and complete dismissal of the laws of biology.

The story should update on a monthly basis, near the first of the month; don't be afraid to give me a poke if I'm late, I could probably use the motivation.

“Dear Diary,

It’s my third week on the job, and it's all been good so far. No robberies, no accidents, no unexpected explosions, just smooth sailing. I told my parents that they were worrying too much. Seriously, I’m no Eisenhower, but even I can hold down a job without major disasters. I just wish it was a nicer job. The pay is nice, but working retail is so boring, especially here, where I’m lucky if we see a dozen customers a shift. I can't even kill time cleaning, because the auto-janitor keeps the place spotless, which means I'm stuck behind the register waiting for…”

Went the door chime, and I shut my journal with a snap and a muttered, “Well, speak of the devil.” I shoved the notebook under the counter and said, “Hello, and welcome to Ka-Pow Comics, your one stop shop for all your graphic novel needs. How can I help…” My words trailed off when I realized what I was looking at, and a frustrated flush started working its way down my neck.

“Well, I could use a push,” Tabby said, looking up from where her hips had jammed in the doorway to shoot me a cheerful smile. My older sister took after mom in a lot of ways, a gorgeous redhead with stunning curves, and a cheerfully upbeat personality that made me want to strangle her sometimes. Difference was, where mom had stopped having kids years ago, Tabby was only just getting started, and how. Her frame was dominated by a fecund swell that could barely be contained by her frilly, sky-blue maternity dress, a rounded orb that made it look like she was smuggling a beach ball under her clothes. The rest of her curves had responded to her pregnancy with frightening enthusiasm, her breasts shooting through the alphabet while her hips grew increasingly fecund. Unfairly, Tabby had also inherited Dad's height, which meant that she was tall enough to make a triple helping of womanly curves look exotic, rather than excessive.

“What are you doing here, Sis?” I said as I stalked over, giving her my best glare, though I rather doubt she noticed...or cared. “I told you guys that I don't want you bothering me when I'm at work!” Her hips were wedged in but good, her flesh all but enveloping the doorframe, and I signed as I got to work.

“You forgot your lunch!” Tabby chirped back as she set her feet and heaved, her powerful muscles rippling under her thick layer of baby-fat.

“And?” I said, unamused by the excuse.

“And I thought you'd be hungry, so I brought you some food!” She popped out of the doorway like a cork from a bottle, and I promptly found myself buried beneath her as she stumbled forward and fell on top of me. It was like being body-slammed by an overly friendly mattress, her cleavage engulfing my head in silence and darkness as the weight of her belly squashed me. “Plus, I thought I could see where you're working, now that you've got a real job!” She struggled to her feet, and I sighed once I had access to fresh air again. “It’s...nice.”

I could guess at the other words she wanted to say instead. Quaint, if she was feeling polite, and small if she wasn't, though I doubt sis has ever been rude to anyone in her life. Ka-Pow was actually pretty average for an ind

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