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Hero Mom
by Pakeld



Leon Davidov landed with the rest of the scientists in the Gyrocopter, along with rest of the staff (those who weren't working grave shift). It was another 'perfect' day in the desert of Kazakhstan, in 'Science City #31). Hot, dry, and already too bright, many people had already put on their sunglasses.

He was a dutiful Party member, blond and slightly muscular, a little shy, but whip-smart and a good problem solver. He tended to put in a maximum of science and a minimum of Political work, but if you wanted to get past a certain point in the climb up the ladder, you had to be a member.

His blue eyes looked around for the entrance to the building, half-blinded by the unforgiving sun, a product of being blue-eyed in general. Another biological adaptation to European genetics, he thought, as he thankfully entered the entranceway to the ground floor. Sometimes he'd look at the posters on the wall, and 'realize' that he was living in that amorphous 'future', they'd been promised since they were c***dren. It was exciting, in a way.

He nodded to Marta, who worked with him in the Biological research lab #1957. Twenty-five scientists were handed assignments, the allowed to do research on them, for the State. Sometimes practical, sometimes whimsical, they never knew what they would see next, but that was the price they paid. Marta and he were somewhat friends, though sometimes he would see her long, dark hair frame her face with a look of...something, when she turned his way.

They'd received a message the previous day from their 'sister' (or 'rival') research lab, in Omsk (or was it Tomsk?), doing 'research' on various subjects. Sometimes the State found competition the best way to advance science in general.

The new Peoples' Network allowed hundreds of computers to be connected worldwide, and their pet computer, 'Lenin 1' would send tests, results, and information at kilobytes per second, reams of paper were filling the bins, for junior technicians to make sense of. Someone, somewhere, was working on a graphical, picture-oriented method of transmitting data, once they'd got the Propaganda department to sign on. Someday...


Marta spun around as she read one of the summaries the technicians had condensed down to a report. Her eyes widened as she read the subject for investigation, shaking her head slowly.

"Here's the latest...they want us to look at Hero Mothers."

"Hero Mothers? Do they still have them?" he asked, incredulously.

"Ours is not to question why..." she started.

"Ours is but to do, or try,” he finished.


Leon thought for a second. What he really wished was to have all the brain cells that memorized party dogma replaced with scientific knowledge, but that was something he dared not admit.

"So what are they looking for?" he asked her.

"Population Projections are showing a decrease in fertility in the Industrial cities, especially when they produce the byproducts..." she rattled off a long list of chemicals, plastics, solvents, and other combinations, "and there is a chance that population will not meet worldwide production needs. We need to..." she blushed momentarily, "create more workers."

"That's horrible. Of course, I can see the implications,“ he commiserated, "How can we help?"

"Well, our lab has been tasked with sequencing the genes for..." she looked up in amazement.

"What?"

"Larger breasts!"

Leon tried to stifle an embarrassed giggle, as he suddenly found the motivational poster on the wall fascinating.

"How do larger breasts increase population? I mean, other than attracting men?"

Marta stared at Leon. "What else are they good for? You've heard of lactation?"

"Who hasn't? Why do we get that, instead of actually increasing fertility?" She looked at him, momentarily enraged, and tried to calm down.

"That is a good question. After the babies are born, is when the boobies are needed. Not during or before!"

"Boobies?" he asked, blushing again.

"Boobies, tits, knockers, juggs, fun bags..." she recited, as she saw Leon start to lose it.

"Fun bags?" he said, laughing. She started to catch the silliness of it all, and started giggling herself.

"It will all go to high-level Party wives who will be bursting out of their clothes at society functions," she sighed.

"No doubt, the Party always enjoys the fruits of our labor," he replied, calming down.

"Let them be fruitful, and then let them labor. Or be in labor"

"Ouch."

"Very much ouch, from what I hear."


The next days were busy, as they tied together multiple computers worldwide to make the models to determine what genes to change. Everyone complained, because it took computer time away from their own projects, and sometimes Leon wished they'd just make a magic computer, 1 to a desk. It didn't show proper Socialist spirit, but a lot of people were thinking it wouldn't be a bad idea, practically. Shared computing power was more economical, and showed collective spirit.

They were starting to get results, even if Lysenko in Omsk/Tomsk/whatever was claiming that they'd made progress on their end. Everyone was taking a light-hearted attitude, half-disbelieving they'd been assigned to such a project. Some of the women were unhappy with it, but Siberia needed scientists, so they kept their minds open, and their mouths shut.

Marta was still grumbling, as she thought this was not the most productive use of their time. Part of it was also the fact that she'd wanted c***dren of her own, and hadn't had the time to have them yet. She'd discussed it tangentially with Leon, who was also single. Evidently lacking the social senses, he was completely oblivious to what she was actually hinting at. He was such a boy scout, but then she'd had to explain that too.

"I can't believe that after a Doctorate from People's University, field work all over the Soviet Union, that I'm reduced to..." she trailed off.

"Well, I'm in the same situation. Obviously they think it's important."

She flared at that. "It's old-fashioned, is what it is. Modern Socialist women don't..." she struggled with a polite term for it.

"Don't what?" he questioned.

"Don't work on titillating men! We're obviously seen as second-rate, if we get the results rather than the mechanism!"

"Well, I suppose..."

"Suppose nothing. I am a woman, and I am a scientist! Why should there be any difference?" She looked at him, daring him to say anything.

He stared at her with a new interest, considering her...as a woman. Nice looking one, at that. Their eyes met, as she gave him that 'look' again. A faint smile started to light up her face. She moved closer, startling him out of his reverie, as he finished

"There's no difference, we've evolved beyond that now." he sniffed, as he got up. He didn't see the disappointment on her face, or didn't read it as such, and he went back to work.

Leon, you never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity...she mused, sadly. Well, maybe we can build on that, she promised herself.

It was shortly thereafter that their new Political officer arrived, after the retirement of the old one. Baba Reilly was old enough to remember Stalin himself.. She'd been stern, but flexible; no one had gone to re-education under her watch. They'd worked out an accommodation based on mutual 'non-hasslement'.

The new officer, Tatyana, was on loan from the SVR. Tall, very tall for a woman, Marta thought. Ice-blue eyes, and honey-blond hair, and those....enormous assets. With the conical fashion in brassieres, the two bra cups barely restrained the vast expanses of breast flesh, as if the Space Race had broken out on her chest. She looked pleasant enough, a piercing expression that anyone with a Y chromosome would never see. She had rich, full lips, and a predatory expression that Marta found troubling. She noticed that suddenly all the men were in the front of the room, gently elbowing past their female associates to get a better view.

"My name is Tatyana Stakhanovich, and yes, he was my great-grandfather. I share his dedication to the party, perhaps, but without the excessive amounts of work." she paused for the chuckles.

"I have reviewed your cases, and see no obvious problems; if you don't make trouble for me, I won't make trouble for you. I'll need re-affirmation forms..." she rattled off the party paperwork needed, "We are producing a work in science mandated by the party, and I'm sure you will be able to produce the results..." Her gaze slowly went over the men and women in front of her.

Then she stopped, momentarily surprised by something. With an effort at dignity, she resumed

"...desired. By the time you are done, fertility will be increased, and provide the Proletariat necessary for the labor of our sister republics. That is all."

She turned to go, exposing a sculpted ass that couldn't be muted by even the most drab of fabrics. Waves of jealousy and hatred from the other women were radiating at her, and bounced off of a shield of indifference. Marta looked at Leon for a moment, and realized...Leon was getting larger!

In that, he was hardly alone; most of the other men, after a quick visual package check, were obviously 'aroused'. But Leon...she'd never seen him...excited before, and it made her moist and ready. Calm down, it's not just that he's enormous; he's sweet, and intelligent, and has good potential as a father...her thoughts raced, to taking him, possessing him, growing big with his c***dren...she had to slink off before she had to change her panties. But that Tityana...she is trouble!

In the few short weeks they worked on the initial problem, they learned more about breast growth than most of mankind had ever known. Growth from lactation, growth in general, they never knew what screwball angle the party would come up with next. There was the time they'd hired 'sex workers' (formerly known as strippers or hookers) of Brobdignagian size to be examined; there were almost a couple of fist-fights between the male colleagues over who would do the 'research'. The sight of her male researchers 'feeling up' those Zeppelin-sized hooters was both repellant, and frustrating. Why couldn't I be bigger...for cosmetic reasons of course? She mused. Like some of the other women, she started to feel a bit smaller, and unappreciated.

The question of human trials had come up; now that they had some very promising results from a****l trials (the milk production metacommune was very thankful for their work). Their 'rivals' in Omsk/Tomsk/wherever were getting close to their research on twins and triplets; the determining factor for it was within their reach. But who would be the one to try out the results here?

Usually someone would 'volunteer', from the general population. Marta imagined some stick-figured young thing marching in with nothing, and marching out with 'ice-breaker,' mountain-sized mammaries...shortly followed by Leon and all the other men. She felt irked; why do men obsess over such things? Why do women?

You know who it needs to be, she decided. It would show party spirit, and the men would march out after her, not some other thing. Marta, you are an idiot, falling for that 'boy-scout'. Sure, he's hung like a Russian Race horse, but he probably thinks it's only for peeing. She snorted, imagining beating his naked ass with a riding crop. Pride vs. passion; who would have to make the first move? Maybe just a kiss, one, tiny, passionate kiss to let him know the answer is 'yes'. Why can't he come to me?

She swiftly marched down the hall, her sensible shoes clacking on the linoleum, as she went into Academician Sutters' office.

"Comrade, I would like to volunteer to be the test subject."

"You? Are you aware of what is in store?"

"I'm aware of the biological factors..."

"Marta, we're making a 'Hero Mother', a blast from the past. It means the subject will be pregnant, perhaps massively so. Multiple fetuses. We had in mind some farmers' daughter..."

"About what I expected...you know that the population increase of intelligent people has also declined. I would like to volunteer, in Socialist spirit."

He looked at her, steadily, gray mutton-chops framing his bifocals, jowls hanging down. "I think there is more to it than that."

"If so, it is my concern."

He sat back, looking at her. "And you have picked a sperm donor?" he smiled.

She closed her eyes for a second. How...clinical. "I have picked a man, Comrade Sutter."

His eyebrows rose slightly. "Davidov?"

Her mouth fell open. "How...?"

"I am old, Marta, but I'm not blind. If he agrees, then you'll be in the pick. Send him to me when he's ready."

"Yes, Academician."


She went in search of Leon, and found him heading out for lunch. Mentally checking her schedule, she decided now was the time; all that remained was the approach.

"I'm feeling peckish as well, Leon. Let's find something together." She noticed he seemed to smile at that, then a sad, regretful look passed his face.

"Lunch then." They went to a nearby cafeteria, and sat down, food in hand, in a table. She looked up at him.

"Leon?" she started.

"Yes, Marta?"

"I have a question, if it's not too personal." She cringed internally, hoping she wasn't being too forward.

"I have an answer, if it's not too personal." She looked at him sharply, but he was still smiling.

"You've been here a few years, and in all that time, you've seemed to be alone," she ventured.

"It's not entirely true, but I have been alone for a long time."

"Why?" she asked.

"It's too embarrassing," he said.

"We're both adults, both doctors. And you're not the only one who's been alone...too long," she stated.

"You mean..."

"Dammit, Leon! This is supposed to be your move, not mine!"

"You want to go out with me?" he whispered.

"That would be a good start, Leon." she returned sarcastically.

"I've often thought of asking..."

"Why didn't you?"

"I have this...problem." he hung his head.

"What problem? 10 fingers, 10 toes...I guess. You wipe your feet when you come in, and you've always been kind"

He grabbed the sack of the unidentifiable stew they packaged to hand out to hungry scientists.. "Walk with me. What I have to say, I don't want others to hear."

Concerned, she looked up at him. "All right, fair enough."

They walked outside, and found a park bench under a tree. He looked casually in both directions, then nodded.

"Sit down, Marta."

She sat facing him, one leg drawn up on the bench, her hands close to him, but not touching. "What's the matter, Leon?" she asked tenderly.

He blushed, and looked into her eyes. "I've been watching you for a long time, Marta, and you've always appealed to me."

"Yes?" she prompted, hopefully.

"And I've...thought of you, at night, sometimes." he managed to turn even a darker shade of red.

"I...see," she said, smiling. "What of it? I think of you too, sometimes...at night," she admitted.

"Well, I did something horrible when I was a young man...and I should tell you before this goes any farther."

She frowned in concentration. "Horrible? What happened?"

"Well, I don't know how to say this, but I've been unusually 'gifted', over other men."

"Leon, I and a few hundred other women have probably noticed. We're not blind."

His eyes grew wide. "You mean they've been looking at me?"

Marta rolled her eyes. "Leon, women look. We're just better at it and not so obvious," she motioned to him, "Please continue."

"Well, when the first woman wanted to touch me there, you know. Well, we were f******n. She wanted to put it in her, you know..."

"The point, Leon?" He was going to descend to baby-talk at this rate.

"Well, she was eager, and so was I, but I was too big. I hurt her, Marta, hurt her badly."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but that was a long time ago. Didn't you try it with other women?"

"And hurt them the same way?"

Marta's mouth fell open. "And you've been the 'boy scout' ever since? From one time?" she slapped her head. "Leon, some girls are bigger than others, and some girls' mothers are bigger than other girls' mothers...we aren't all the same size, you silly man."

"I'd thought that might be true in a clinical way..."

"Oh good gawd...Leon, you've been punishing yourself for a c***dhood mistake! Was she willing?"

"More than willing...Marta, we tried so hard, but...it wouldn't fit!" he looked out over the desert sands, watching a weed roll by.

Marta didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was touching, but she tried to be understanding. Part of her wanted to burst out laughing, but that would be the wrong thing, at the wrong time.

"Leon, If I were to...well, you know...gently try the same thing..." she left it hanging. Ball is in your court, lover boy...

He looked at her, and she saw that the thought had aroused him. She had done this to him, not that pneumatically-enhanced political officer. Somehow, the thought made her aroused as well.

"I'd like that. I would really like that!" He grinned. "When? Tonight?"

Ok, points for enthusiasm, but this needs control. "How about this weekend? Dinner, dancing? Something like that?" she looked at him, honest and challenging.

"This weekend. I didn't have any plans. I'd love to."

"Let's get back to work. We have hooters to make." She rolled her eyes. "What I wouldn't give to be in some technical, hard-to-pronounce experimental program that takes 3 lines in a paper just for the title..."

"I'm sure we could come up with something in three lines, even without the word 'hooters'"

***

That weekend was when it started, she thought later. They'd gone to a nice dinner, a good club, sharpened his rusty dance skills, and afterwards...
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In the end, they went to his place. In the end, they had pretty much the same apartment, so a coin flip would have worked as well. She put her arms around him, smelling his scent...nice, at least he's clean, she thought. She raised her lips to his, kissing him softly at first, then more hungrily as she felt him wanting her. Her own hunger grew as she pulled him closer, then they parted lips.

"Perhaps we should continue this in a more comfortable setting" she grinned up at him.

"You can still back out," he said, cautiously..

"I've come this far. I'm going to do one thing or the other tonight." Taking him by the hand, she lightly pulled him into the bedroom. It looks fine, she admonished herself. I'm not going to be concentrating on the decor.

Closing the door behind them, she dimmed the lights, and sat on the bed. "So..."

"So..." he replied, clearly nervous.

"So take off your clothes," she said, a false front of clinical interest disguising her growing need.

"It sounds like an examination," he chuckled, as she looked at him intently.

"It is." She slowly undid her blouse buttons, her average-sized breasts slowly coming into view. She thought for a moment how wonderful it would be to show him something like Tatyana, and frowned at the thought. Why am I becoming obsessed with bazooms? She puzzled. Her nipples were already aching to feel his body on them; whether lips, hands, or anything else.

She watched enraptured as he removed the last of his clothes, and stood before her, overwhelmingly male, and obviously aroused. Part of her wanted to grab it, but she had to show him there was more to him than that. She quickly shed the remaining clothing, and stood in front of him, quickly glancing down to see what he thought.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, as she smiled. She put her arms around him, touching his skin to hers, as she shuddered.

"For tonight, let me be your guide, Leon. I won't let you hurt me, come whatever. Let me welcome you back into the world of sex," she murmured as she kissed his ear.

"I'm ready now," he said, urgently.

"I know, I am too. But slowly, love, slowly at first." She finally grabbed it, marveling at the thick hardness in her hand. This needs a woman’s' touch, she sighed, as she started moving towards it. She kissed the tip, opening her mouth to wet the dry surface. She nodded with satisfaction as she felt him tense. You like that? She mused, as she took her head off it for a second.

It's too big to suck. That's a pity, she made a moue of disappointment. Well, there's always another way. And here goes...and she positioned herself on top of him, eager to begin.

Getting the knobby end of him into her wasn't hard, but as she started to slide down the huge shaft, she was forced to slow down, accommodating herself to the enormous girth expanding her. She felt her legs involuntarily part as he got millimeter by millimeter deeper inside her, farther in than any man had before. It was slightly painful, but the indescribable feel of the largest cock in the science station made her feel like a woman, more than she even had before.

She grimaced as he tried to hunch deeper into her. She put a finger to her lips. "I've almost got all of it. Just relax," she whispered, as she felt it come to rest against her cervix. She put an exploratory hand below, found several centimeters still outside. Shit.

Carefully, start moving, she promised herself. She brought her knees forward to gather more purchase. It was good, so good; she had to fight the urge to moan. She slowly started moving, looking down at him. Already she was working it, rocking her hips back and forth to enjoy him.

And he was carefully working back, it was like a slow dance as they moved against each other; him insider her, and her experiencing him.

"I've wanted this for a long time," she moaned as she looked down at him. "Not just this, but being close to you, and having you close to me.”

"I care for you deeply," he said, as she rolled his eyes. Men; they could curse like sailors, expostulate by philosophers, and declaim like poets, but put the 'L' word in front of them and they clammed up like bivalves.

"I love you too," she replied, staring into his eyes, seeing the shame, yet acceptance.

She started to move more quickly, reveling in her clit being spread open, stimulated, driving her closer toward the orgasm she'd already known she'd experience.

"Yes, like that, that's good, Leon Borisovitch." She started to move, to feel wholly taken by the enormous member filling every crevice, being pushed toward ecstasy like a glowing log being pushed farther back into the fire.

"It's so good! It's so good!" she rasped, as her hips began to move on his own, bouncing up and down slightly. She leaned forward and hungrily kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth as she felt his arms close around her and pull her close. She pulled back for a second, imploring him to take her, every part.

"Put your mouth on them, Leon, lick them, suck them!" she begged, as she felt his head sink lower, then latch onto her with an exquisite suction, sending a current of erotic energy between her legs to add fuel to the flames.

"That's it, yes, oh yes," she sighed, as she felt herself grow even closer to climax. She usually had to worry about the man falling out if she got too energetic, but not this time; there was only 'full,' and 'fuller'. The sensation was overwhelming, and she looked down from kissing him to gage how close he was to cumming.

"Marta!" he gasped, as she smiled seductively.

"It's good, yes?" she whimpered, lost in her own world.

"I've never...you're my first..." he managed to get out, as she felt him grow steadily harder.

"Oh my..." her own words failed her. This man was a virgin!? The implications overwhelmed her, and she felt her first orgasm take her, as she clamped down, taking the entire length and holding it as her inner muscles clamped around him.

"Ohhhh!” Russian is often described as an excellent language to curse in; it was also the most expressive language to climax in. She never remembered afterwards what she'd said, but from the effect on Leon was immediate...she felt him swell enormously, and began to shoot an incredible amount of cum deep within her.

“Marta!" he shouted, as she felt a storm of passionate ejaculation fill her. Her eyes opened wide as she started to feel the copious amounts of seed filling her. Good thing I'm on the Pill regimen, she thought in a distant corner of her mind. She collapsed on top of him, like a satisfied kitten, grinning and lazily holding him close.

"Ow," she said faintly, as she laid her head on his chest.

"Oh, Marta, have I hurt you?" he asked, concerned.

She leaned up and kissed him. "Only in a good way, Leon. A very good way." She cuddled up to him, content, as she heard his breathing slow, and he fell asleep. Men...fulfill their biological need and poof, it's off to dreamland. She smiled, looking at his face, relaxed, and as contented as she was.

I guess I'd better clean up, she thought. She started to move out, and realized that he still filled her far more than most other men. She frowned, and lifted her hips. Ok, he was starting to come out, but it was going to take some real effort. She got her feet planted, then started to rise, slowly, as the huge snake slowly flopped out. She was almost out, when she felt him finally pull out. He's even bigger soft! She giggled, then headed to the bathroom.

She sat there, doing those things necessary after an evening of passion; she looked around the tiled room for something to read. It wasn't necessary, but it was one of those bad habits people picked up. She saw a pile of loose papers and a charcoal pencil, and realized they were sketches, drawings of some sort. She turned the first one over...and saw herself.

Not just herself, no, something beautiful, more than she knew herself to be. She was naked, idealized, ravishing. I wish I looked like that; she smiled, as she looked at the next one. Alluring, fetching, and languidly laying there, her sex exposed, nipples hard...does he really see me like that? She wondered.

Then they got progressively...kinkier, she supposed. Her breasts grew larger and larger with each successive portrait, then her belly swelled, perfectly round, then larger and larger as well. I'm going to wind up looking like the Venus of Magdeburg, she rolled her eyes. Just a bunch of lumps... Soon she was as large as Tatyana, then she saw one sketch of the both of them, again naked, fighting each other, clearly aroused. Hoo boy, men! she 'tisked', then found the next one.

The final picture was of her, holding a baby to her breast, his body behind her, sheltering the three of them. Well, if he loses his scientific position, he can always illustrate romance novels. Something about it was starting to affect her as well. She saw a fantasy, her breasts growing ever larger, filling his hands, standing tall and proud in front of him, as he caressed the soft skin, rubbing her pregnant belly as she carried his c***d. She felt herself growing wet, and ready.

To have his c***dren, and come home to that monster every night! she grinned wickedly. Her hand stole down between her legs, and she found herself soaked. Well, I guess I know what turns him on. I think I'm ready for seconds, the question was if he was awake and ready, how long was his refractory period? Was he up and ready again? She got up and peeked around through the door, to see him smiling back at her. She brought the pictures, ready to talk with him about it.

To her surprise, his face fell as he realized what she carried. "Marta! How did you find those?"

She looked at them. "You didn't make much effort to hide them. I find them very erotic."

"You do?"

"Why not? Leon, these have given me some ideas, even."

He looked like he'd opened his presents on Christmas. "Are you sure?"

"Well, I've been meaning to talk to you about the treatments. It appears we can increase my bazooms..."

He laughed delightedly. "You'd do that for me?"

"Maybe a little for me too," she sighed. "Why should political officer Nose Cones get all the attention?"

"Tatyana? She's been very friendly to me," he said, scowling in confusion.

"I'll bet," she growled."How friendly?"

"Ahhh...."

"About what I thought. I wouldn't walk into any rooms with her after hours, especially alone."

"Marta...you screw a political officer, you may get screwed back...and not in a way you'd like."

She threw her arms around him. "Sound advice. So, I was going to volunteer for the treatment, though tailored to my desires."

"Objectivity..." he began.

"Fuck objectivity...the results will be just as carefully monitored, and controlled," she snapped fiercely.

"Why don't I fuck you instead?" he nuzzled her neck.

"Best offer I've had all night. I'll have to be careful about it, though," she whispered, running a hand down his chest.

"You know, with those great...big...balls, I could get pregnant. Would you like that? Seeing me swell up with your c***dren? My flat tummy just grows, and grows, and grows."

Already she could feel him getting longer and thicker. I like this game, she decided. "So are you going to put your baby inside me tonight? Knock me up, stud...fill me with your seed." she purred.

"Marta, if you keep that up, I'm likely not to be gentle." His arms folded around her, drawing her closer to his chest.

"Leon, if you keep this up," she whispered, grabbing him, "I'm likely not to care."

She ran her fingernail down the long shaft, touching and teasing as she put a hand around it. I could get used to this, she thought whimsically, I have plans for him, and this...cock.

"Are you ready?" he said, looking into her eyes.

"I've been ready, let me do this, lover." She positioned him, and compressed her lips into a thin line. It's like riding a motorcycle, you never forget.

Once again, she took him inside, wincing a little, feeling her clit exposed by the hugeness filling her. Inch by inch she pushed herself onto him, eyes closed, reveling in the sensation. Fantasies of him impregnating her, taking her completely, being able to trust, without verification, staring deep into his eyes.

Leon held her up, staring at her breasts. "It's so tight." He glanced down towards her legs, as she followed his gaze.

"I know. That's what makes it good. Ah, Leon."

She felt him bottom out, and checked again. Fewer centimeters this time, that's good. She squeezed him experimentally, gasping at the hard flesh filling her. "It's so big," she responded. "I could get used to this."

Leon squirmed under her, already excited. "Do you plan to tease me all night?" He seemed to be straining not to grab her hips and begin thrusting.

She closed her eyes, trying to hide her own desires. "It's a possibility, but...no." She undulated her hips slightly, feeling him moving inside her, touching every area of her sex. "I want you, I want you now!"

She pulled up, then forced him deeper, repeating, eyes now wide with the wonder of it.

"It's perfect, Leon, I want this. I want you; I want to feel you explode inside me, fertilizing me, make me swell up with your baby. Can't you imagine it? My great, big belly bouncing up and down on top of you, engorged with your c***d." Speeding up, she continued.

"And my breasts, filling up with Mothers' milk, just like my stomach, getting larger and larger with each day. Big, and heavy, sticking out to there, and even farther. Each one filling your hands, wobbling back and forth as we fuck...just like this. What would it taste like? Would you like to...uh...I see you would, you naughty boy."

"Marta, I'm not going to last very long if you keep teasing me like this."

"I'm not going to last very long anyway. Listen, and come as soon as you can!"

She begged, pleaded, told her how everyone would look at her vast, swollen body, knowing that Leon had knocked her up, the rabbit had died, and she was in a family way. Far from being ashamed, she'd revel in the feeling, teasing him with her protuberance, taking his hands to rub over it, taking him in any number of ways, crawfish style, Western-style, even some obscure thing called Reverse Cowgirl, or what Ossetians called a Parthian Shot.

Underneath her, he moved like an a****l, fucking back, starting to plunge into her willing depths, as she felt her impending orgasm build to a crescendo of delight. "Leon, what you're doing!" she shouted."I'm going to come! Oh fuck me, Leon, do it!"

She felt him climax before he uttered a word, or a growl, they were past polite behavior now, reduced to the savageness of primitives, totally naked, both body and soul, as their shared orgasm took them both.

"Yes, oh yes!" Leon cried out, starting to fire his seed, rivers of pleasure gushing inside her, as she clamped down as best she could, holding onto a tornado as she was buffeted by her own completion, eyes closed in bliss.

"Oh Leon, do it, fill me up, put your baby in me!"

"I'm done. If you weren't before, you would be now." He sagged down on the mattress, completely spent.

"Leon..." she looked down. I've done it again, what's that trite phrase? Fucked his brains out? He was already out, the expression on his face was as old as time, and wouldn't fool anyone.

Well, she could cuddle up to him, awake or asleep. She felt a bit worn out herself, maybe just a little nap -


All the treatments being perfected, it was time for one person to try them out. Everyone looked at Marta, but lately, they were doing that anyway. She looked defiantly back at them. "Not one word," she threatened, and no one wanted to accept that wager.

The contest had come down to Science Lab1957 and Academy 9944. Future research funds were wagered on the winners, so everyone was looking for reasons to push a little harder. Some of these contests could get pretty rough.

One famous contest only a year ago led to the creation of a 'data bacteria' that shut down the loser's computer, which put them a precious two days behind.

Marta grabbed Leon one morning, apparently upset about something.

"Leon, we have to talk."

"We're talking now."

"In private. And I must have your word that you do not repeat it."

"My word is given, Marta." She looked at him, studying him, considering him, the nodded. "Come with me," she commanded.

They slipped into a small conference room. Marta hoped it wasn't bugged, or that the bugs weren't on. Still, it was time to put the cards on the table.

"Leon, you remember the other night, when we were together, and we talked about c***dren?"

"Of course." Was that a twitch in his pants, already?

"How serious were you?" She looked at him steadily, waiting for his reply.

"Marta, you know I love you."

"And I love you, and have for some time now. I think you've also been loving me for a while."

"I'm...Marta, are you leading up to what I think you're leading up to?" he said, hardly able to keep the smile off his face.

"I might be. So..." she whispered.

"I don't have a ring, at least not yet. But would you marry me, Marta Rosanovna?"

She sank back, stunned. No, that wasn't what...or maybe yes, it was. But she'd been thinking of the experiment.

"Leon, I -"

"You don't have to say 'yes' right away. I know that..." he stopped suddenly as she threw herself into his arms, silencing with a fierce kiss.

"Yes! You idiot! "

She laughed as she hugged him tight. "Of course I'll marry you!"

What was I going to ask him? I can't believe it! her mind was totally blank at this point, overwhelmed by her good fortune. Oh...yes...that.

"I'm quite relieved"

"And I'm quite overwhelmed. Leon. Please, darling. You caught me off guard there. What I mean to say is, I want to be a test subject in the experiment."

"Oh, which one, the breast augmentation, or the pregnancy?"

"Both. I want you to be the father."

Leon rubbed his hair for a second. "Tatyana has already been making jokes about me being the 'Hero Father'"

"Tatyana is going to have to keep her paws off my fiancé`"

"Now you've overwhelmed me." Leon sat down. "The thought of you, pregnant, by me, it's just - "

"I can already see what the thought of it is doing to you." she giggled.

He looked down. "Oh great, I can see the tongues wagging already. Now I'll have to think about crop production totals or American baseball games to make it go away."

"Baseball?"

"It's supposed to allow men to prolong the act, by diverting the senses. In fact, I presume it just creates a lot of perverts who get turned on by baseball."

"Perhaps." I will never understand the male mind.

"It looks flaccid enough, Leon. Let's go see the academician, and spread the good news."

***

The next day, it was obvious. All the conditions were to be identical, to determine that the results were too. Lyudmila, a 'peasant farm girl' who happened to be a lab technician, was selected as a control, seemed noncommittal, while Sheri, who would only absorb the treatments, was nervous.

Marta looked at the prepared injections, made to her specifications, carefully 'adjusted' in the results. The first was injected directly into the breasts, and thankfully not as painful as she'd feared. The final injection was in her belly, as she felt the cold liquid go into her, she thought about Leon. I hope this works as I planned - I hope I don't wind up some grotesque monstrosity, like - Tatyana.

She could feel a heat building inside her chest, as she observed the initial reactions. She turned to the nurse.

"Elevated heat levels, and a 'taut' feeling in the mammary glands."

The nurse wrote it down, and replied with "blood pressure normal, there is a temperature differential, three minutes after injection."

"Nurse, where is Doctor Davidov?" she was feeling like she needed something long and hard, and now.

"He's prepped in room 101. Privacy has been ensured, so you can commence...the act." Marta noticed the young woman was blushing.

"Don't worry about that. We're getting married."

"For emotional reasons?"

"For all the right reasons. He's the one."

"You're so lucky!"

"Yes, I am, but not half so lucky as he is." They both laughed, as she got down off the table, looking at her initial measurements, and went down the hall to try them out.
~
She got her dress back on, but then felt something inside. Something haunting, demanding, almost like her own body was seizing control, as she demurely moved towards her man. I feel so ready! Was it psychological, or just the idea that she'd be giving him everything she had. And she'd be receiving the one gift a man could bestow on a woman, a baby. They had 24 hours, not the most scientific way to do this, but we'll see what that means, she considered.

She knocked discretely on the door, hearing a ragged "Marta."

She entered the small room. Closing the door behind her, she looked at him. "Did they do something to you too?"

"Oh Marta, you have no idea. It's some d**g that keeps me hard, and increases sperm production."

That wasn't in the plan. "Sperm production? Let's see." He was quickly trying to get his pants off, and she saw he was very excited already. He seemed to have some problems getting the boxers off, as she saw them tented and aggressively pointing towards her.

It was when she deftly pulled them forward and slid them down that she saw his testicles face to face. "You look like a tomcat!" she giggled.

"I feel like one. I hope you're ready," he groaned, "because I've been here almost an hour, thinking about you."

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this." Smiling, she ran a hand over the smooth, warm skin, leaning forward to kiss the tip. She could see pre-cum oozing out of the end, and she lapped up a tongue-full.

"Not bad," she remarked and started down for another taste, when Leon grabbed her head. "Don't do that, I, oh fuck!" he groaned, as she saw a spurt rocket out of the trembling head, and land in her mouth. She was surprised, but the act didn't repulse her, so she swallowed quickly, and looked up at him. "Also not bad."

"Ohh!" he hissed, as another spurt shot out to land on her breasts. "I'm a little..."

"Leon, you're a lot more than a little anything, I'd better get started. Trust the State to take all the romance out of it."

She lay down on the bed, positioning a pillow under herself. "Slowly, slowly. Let me help." he towered over her, the massive erection bobbing in front of her. I think it's even bigger than I've seen, she quailed, momentarily frightened that they'd turned him into a monster. Who knows what they gave him?

She cried out as he started inside, his whole body pinning her to the mattress, sliding softly inside.

"Yesss," she hissed, as she felt it. "I want it, Leon. Don't hold back."

He grunted as he bottomed out, holding her tightly. "I don't know what they've done to me, but I feel like a wolf. Forgive me if I hurt you."

"You won't hurt me, Leon, don't worry. I don't know what they've done to me, but I feel like I can take it. I want this time, lover, more than I've wanted anything before. Let's make a baby."

He grinned, and nipped her neck, lightly, but surprising her. Almost against her will, her legs circled his body to guide him inside. She found his rhythm, and strove to match it, moving her hips against his so his overloaded balls would slap against her.

She tried to be objective, tried to understand what was happening to her, but an overwhelming need was gnawing at her, shaking her, focusing her on a more primal level. All that mattered was her pleasure, her wanting the baby, and how he could make it happen.

"Leon, oh Leon... fuck me." It sounded so dirty in her ears; so wanton, so...out of control. But it felt so right.

I feel like an a****l! she thought, what is wrong with me?

"Marta...I'm going to come!" he managed to blurt out. Part of her despaired that she wasn't going to come, or at least, or....oh my.

When it came, it was like a heart attack, but of pleasure rather than pain. Her body shook with the most intense orgasm of her life, up to now. She heard screams, and realized it was her own voice. Her world shrank down to the fire between her legs, as she heard him bellow his own response, flooding her with a powerful wave of semen, making her shake again as she felt a second climax overtake her.

She clamped her legs around his ass, feeling it clench as it fired more and more life-making seed, holding him in, making him finish. She looked into his eyes, seeing a passion that matched her own. She whimpered as she felt the last spurts travel up into her, his thickness already softening.

But it had to have been done by now. Her senses returned to her, one by one. "That was a lot more than 10cc, Leon," she remarked.

"I thought my tonsils were going to follow it." he agreed. "If we could bottle that, we'd be rich."

"Leon, such un-Socialist attitude. I can't believe the father of my c***d would say that!"

"You've been pregnant for less than a minute, and already you use him against me."

"Or her. That we'll have to wait on."

She put her head against his chest, still hearing him breathing heavily, and his heart was pounding. She was sure her own was echoing his, the room almost felt like it was spinning. He started to pull out, and she touched his face.

"Don't, not yet. We've still got...shit...that was five minutes!?" She laughed silently. "What are we, s*******n?"

"I feel like it."

"I do to. And Leon?"

"Yes love?"

"I'm still horny."
***

It was four more (or was it five?) times they did it that night. When the doctors came, they found the two passed out on the bed. "No more...no more," mumbled Marta, as they tried to rouse her.

"Let her sleep, she's had a hard night." Leon smoothed a lock of her hair away from her face, as they backed out.

"Marta, we have to get dressed. They're coming."

"Ohh...fuck. Leon, they should hose this place down. It looks disgusting!"

"You didn't think so last night when you were feeling so good." She nodded.

"Leon, do you realize that we may never feel that 'good' again? I should note the addictive properties of this...schlong, and the serums as well." She grinned weakly. "We really did it, didn’t we?"

"Shlong? Marta, you are a repository of slang sometimes. And yes, we did it, and did it." She hugged him for a moment, then started finding clothes, as she started to dress. "I am 'sore in the morning'. But it was worth it."

"It was, mother." He kissed her forehead, as she leaned over to tie her shoes.

"That it was...father."

She stared at him, considering what had happened. "I'm going to be a mother."

She started to get up, feeling her equilibrium, and looked down at her chest. The serum had already started expanding her breasts, already larger than she’d ever been.

"Look at my tits!" she yelled. Her newly enlarged mammaries tented the sheet, deep, delicious cleavage filling the space between. And the nipples; engorged, enlarged, en-everythinged this morning looked like a Red Square parade display of missiles.

"I have been, all morning. They're not visibly growing, but they are definitely growing," he leered.

"If after all that you're not, they'll drum me out of the Party." She finally got herself upright, noticing that the motion almost got him upright, and turned to find her clothes.

“Let's go find some breakfast, and get the examinations over with," she groaned as she finally stood upright, "and don't walk too fast. Oh, shit, this blouse will never fit again. I'm so big!"


It was worth noting that Sheri and Lyudmila both failed as control subjects. While a simultaneous failure was unexpected, it did suggest certain mental states that the subjects were experiencing. Apparently the seductive power of the serums was such that they both wound up pregnant, by guards or low-level technicians, overnight. The data was noted, as well as the attitudes of the parties involved. Next time, there would be an all-woman cast taking care of the 'control' subjects.

~
After two months, it was determined that Marta was carrying quadruplets; the interference in her normal cycle had released two eggs, each of which had divided into sets of twins.

I'm going to be enormous! she thought, He'll see me coming around corners before I'm there!
They were back from a honeymoon on the Black Sea, tanned and rested, although the side effects of the pregnancy were still giving her fits.

He seemed obsessed with the size of them. They'd sit in the room, and Leon would go off about her breasts, and belly. First it had been oranges, then g****fruit, melons, watermelons, pumpkins, then prize pumpkins, and finally hero agricultural prizewinning record-breakers

She would respond with sports equipment. "First baseballs, the soccer balls, then volleyballs, then basketballs, now exercise balls, and beanbag chairs." Which led her to see him as hot dog, bratwurst, kielbasa, and...the logical conclusion.

No doubt Tatyana was going on about missiles; she felt like she was 'ICBM-sized' now. Leon wasn't intimidated by them at all, in fact, it was all she could do to keep him and Marta apart.

The breast-augmentation serum worked far in excess of what they had expected. Every week Marta heard the nurse exclaim, "another 50cc this week." Until later it became 60, then 75, then 100c. Her chest swelled constantly, forcing them to find larger and larger lingerie to contain the enormous expanse of her flesh.

"When will they stop?" Marta demanded. The doctors shrugged. "The curve is maintaining itself, it hasn't gone above 100cc, but it should slow, and then stop. Interestingly, over time, it's following the Fibonacci sequence."

And the milk! She was expressing first cupfuls, then half-liters, then finally liters of sweet mother's milk. If not for the rest of the experimental subjects, she'd be able to feed the entire nursery by herself. She'd spend three of four times a day spraying out almost like a firehouse, thick streams into the pumps. Leon would help out at night; if she didn't know better, she'd swear that he'd drank so much that he was putting on weight. Every morning she wake up to a soaked bed, if she didn't get up and fill up another bottle or two. Her c***dren would never go hungry. Or the neighbors', or the c***dren down the street...

"The things I do for science."

She slumped against the examining table. Right now the swell of her pregnancy held up the vast expanse of cleavage, but once the c***dren were born, what then? She was already larger than Tatyana, a fact that didn't endear her to the political officer. Cravings were driving her insane, and she still couldn't get over how she still wanted Leon, every night.

"I think your husband doesn't mind." offered the doctors helpfully.

"Mind? If it wasn't for him, I'd be in trouble. I think the serum has a more lasting effect. The increase in libido, emotionalism..."

"That is not unheard of in pregnancy."

"But it seems all the symptoms are intensified. Look at me! I stand out nearly a meter in all directions! I feel like a fertility symbol!"

"That is what we wanted, Marta. In fact, you're going to be our star attraction; we're doing propaganda special on you this afternoon." It was Tatyana, in full uniform, entering the examination room.

"What!?"

"You didn't think there wouldn't be a cost to all this, did you?"

"I look like I should be marching down Red Square behind the other military equipment!" She heavily got to her feet, waddling forward.

"Tatyana, they'll think I'm some sort of muhzik! A peasant!"

"Well, we'll take care of that. We want to use the angle of our Intelligentsia joining the people in supporting the new population guidelines."

"I'm a population by myself! Who else is in on this spectacle?"

"Sheri and Lyudmila."

"And Leon?"

"Well, he'll be there; we want to emphasize the family nature of our new discoveries."

"Well..."

"Marta, we're going to make you a star!"

Marta thought about it. No, Tatyana, they're going to make you a star. That's what this is all about. I wonder...

"Who am I to not fulfill the wishes of the five-year plan?"

Tatyana brightened, with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "That's what we're looking for, Marta. Be at the main conference room at 2pm."

She turned and left, taking every eye with her, as Marta expected.

How can someone be that petty? She shook her head. Well, we'll have to see what we can do about that.

She ambled back to her desk, now with a couple of extensions that allowed her to even sit there and work at all. Her breasts kept her from using a keyboard to connect to the computers at all, so she'd become adept at typing with one hand. She held herself up with her legs under the mountainous bulge she had to carry around daily. She idly smoothed the fabric over her expectant body, realizing it was something that comforted her when she felt tense.

And she was feeling tense now. Leon was treating her like a goddess; the larger she got, the more he doted on her. They'd spent night after night, holding each other, stroking her as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. She'd started lactation, after six months, and he had drunk deep from her distended nipples and engorged breasts. The feeling was heavenly, and she worried she'd start letting down during the day. Fortunately her superior was a woman, who'd had c***dren of her own, and was sympathetic.

She started looking at the data on topical and oral pathways for ingesting the serums, and realized that the breast-augmentation serum could be effective up to 85C, which would be...about the temperature of hot tea. Just a little bit in her glass, and Tatyana would be a 'Hero Stripper', if she wasn't already. The nymphomania seemed to be a byproduct of the breast serum, not the fertility treatment. And it was odorless, colorless, and in this case, completely tasteless...she chuckled. She wants to be the Booby Queen? Why not? I have enough of a pain in the back as it is.

A quick trip to the pharmacy, some simple requests, and a vial of the breast serum was ready and waiting. Minimum dose was far less than they had already used, which explained why she had had to have custom bras made for her. But Tatyana was already 'stacked' Stacked? she was like a pyramid, the conical equivalent of thousands of men working on her for decades. Marta, even for you, that's catty.

At last the event was ready to progress. They'd put a blue screen around the edges of the room, and were already positioning the two women around the room. Marta had entered with tea, a couple of glasses that were to tide them over. Tatyana, under the intense glare of the televisor lights, already looked parched.

"Marta, if you wouldn't mind, could I have one of those?"

Marta faked a look of exasperation, then shrugged. "I was saving it for Leon, but if you want - "

"I'll have something sent up later."

She swallowed quickly, and half the glass was gone. "That's good. Thank you, Marta."

"Anything for the Party" she nodded. Must not laugh.

They positioned her in front of the lights, and she understood the thirst. We could have suntanned under these lamps, and save the Party a honeymoon. In front of them they'd placed small bottles, filled with milk, and she had the sudden feeling of being livestock. How insulting!

Before she could say anything, they adjusted the lights, and an Adonis sprang into view of the Televisor. He was followed by Leon, who Marta waved over.

"Party Progress on Parade! Here, in a cooperative project between two science cities, important research is being done on the question of Female fertility..."

She frowned for a second. Why not male fertility? She caught up as the televisor swooped in to focus on her.

"This is Doctor Marta Gogolov, who herself volunteered for the fertility regimen, and is carrying four infants to term. The Soviet Union owes you a debt of thanks for your voluntary efforts. How do you feel?"

"I'm bearing up well enough. May I sit down?" The announcer looked perplexed, but then nodded enthusiastically.

"Naturally the heavy burden of responsibility must weigh on you."

"You have no idea, bubeleh." She hoped that wasn't heard. "We all do our part to advance the five year plan."

“And there you have it from Doctor Gogolov. Turning to the SVR, Comrade Tatyana has been instrumental in the motivation of this important breakthrough..." and the lights got out of her face, and she joined the rest of the forgotten mothers in the background. Marta noted with satisfaction that the tea was completely empty. The next two hours should be quite educational.

She leaned over to kiss Leon, and whispered in his ear. "Observation room 4, ten minutes."

"What is this?"

"I think you're going to have another educational show to watch."

"I look forward to it."

They parted, and wandered off in different directions. She saw Adonis and Tatyana making eyes at each other already. She noticed with interest that Adonis was starting to sniff at her. Pheromones? Perhaps...

She walked into the observation room, which was unmanned. She heard a quiet knock, and opened the door. "Come in, quickly," she motioned, then turned off the lights.

"You bad girl, seducing your husband in the middle of the day."

She hushed him. "Not me, watch the screen."

"I see nothing."

"Wait." She flipped the switch marked 'Infrared,' and two pale, ghostly figures were locked in an embrace, tearing clothes off in a frantic hurry.

"That's..."

"Yup, cowboy. Our own Tatyana, about to take on the Soviet media."

Leon ducked his head. "You are incorrigible! How did they get intimate so quickly?"

"Serum 3-41."

"My gawd! You're going to make her bigger?"

"Who said anything about me?"

"What's..."

"Shush, just watch." Faced with such an ultimatum, he sat down. They'd gone past kissing, and were starting to take off their clothes.

It was only a matter of seconds before she was topless. Despite the lower quality of the infrared, it was obvious that the serum was doing its work. The security agent grabbed his hands, and squashed them into her own nipples, already hard and erect from her own arousal.

Tatyana started pulling his belt off, and removing his pants with practiced ease, or it sure looks that way. Soon she had him down to socks, and evidently decided not to bother. She turned over the table, and thrust her ass backwards in an unmistakable invitation. He accepted with alactrity.

Tatyana was poised with hands on the table, holding herself up so that her mammaries swung back and forth in time to his repeated thrusting. Marta grabbed her wrist, and timed the swing of the agent's breasts against her own pulse, which was slightly faster, due to the excitement in front of her. Galileo was right! she mused, not nearly as enthralled as her husband behind her.

She could feel him growing, swelling against her back, as she rubbed back and forth. Oh, I am so tempted! she thought, as she watched the erotic scene in front of them. Tatyana was pushing herself back against her own man, lost in the fucking she was getting.

"What do you think?" she asked, slowly turning, her gravid belly filling the space between them. He rubbed his hands over the gently swelling curve of her pregnant body, pausing to hold up one of her swollen, heavy breasts.

'These are full," he remarked, a catch in his voice revealing his arousal.

"Hungry?" she teased. "I am full, so full from this wonderful...dick."

"You must collect these names for a hobby."

"I had three brothers with loud mouths. Enough of that, suck on them, they ache for you."

She closed her eyes as she felt his hands work her blouse open. "Hurry, I'm about to burst!"

He kissed her on the rotund bulge. With four babies, she had expanded forward and sideways; she even showed from the back. Her breasts bobbled sensuously in front of him, and he brought his lips down for a taste.

The streams of hot milk quickly filled his mouth, as he felt the unattended breast spray onto his shoulder. She was overdue for this, and he sucked strongly as she moaned and held his head close to her stupendous chest.

"Oh yess..." she moaned, as he stirred her passion, opening her up. I really shouldn't, I know, but I want him, right now!

"Leon, I want you. Let me turn so we can both watch."

She positioned the chair under her, to support the vast bulk of her spherical belly. She tingled with anticipation, waiting for the moment he would fill her so completely. She turned around, looking at him. "Please, Leon, please."


She felt him position himself behind her, and then the thrilling moments began; she felt herself adjusting to him, more and more of him completing her, sliding all the way in, and coming to rest against her.

"Look at them, Leon. They're lost in it. You think he'll make her as big as me?" she laughed softly as she felt his hands resting on either side of the enormousness of her. "Oh, you've gotten so big inside me, Leon. Want to put another baby in me, and make me really big?"

"I've heard it over and over, Marta, but I never get tired of hearing it. You're so beautiful this way."

The two of them began to move, Marta loving the crash as his hips bounced again and again on her sensitive ass. Her own breasts began to travel forward and backwards, bouncing against the firmness of her pregnant body. She moaned softly as he gave her what she wanted. I could get used to this.

"Faster, Leon, faster," she coaxed him as she started moving back against him. The pressure against her chest made drops of milk fall from her to splash on her smooth skin, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered but the hot, wet sensation of him plunging into her, spreading her wide, letting her surrender to her wanton feelings.

I know the sex drive increases during pregnancy, but I can't believe how much I want it! She felt her orgasm starting to build. I've got to come soon, or I'll go crazy! "Yes, yes, harder, oh yes..." she shook slightly, feeling the tingling, shaking enormity of her climax approaching like the Russian front.

"I'm getting close, Leon, so close..." she grabbed the edge of the controls, and pushed herself into him. She turned around to face him, knowing he was still big enough. "I'm spraying all over the place!"

She tried to cover it up, but he pinned her there...roughly, but just right, right now.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" she moaned, fighting to keep from screaming out all the joy she felt. Her pussy clamped around him, and she almost lost control as the orgasm finally swept through her.

"That's it! Come inside me, Leon, give it to me! Don't hold out!" she begged, as she could detect the swelling inside of her that meant he was flooding her with his cum.

"Ahh, yes, that's it," she whispered, as he continued to shoot long ropes of seed inside her. It always took her back to the time she got pregnant by him, and the memories were always sweet. With luck they'd have an instant family, and yes, put up with the Propaganda department. To think that she had another month to go, and then it would all be over. She almost wished she could stay this way, when they were making love like this. But it wouldn't always be this way.

She squeezed him inside, draining every bit of his fluids into her. She started to pull her bra back on, a huge, cavernous set of cups, measured in decimeters, not centimeters. It took six hooks to hold in place. "If I get any bigger, they'll have to put wheels under me." She muttered.

"The bigger the better. The Motherland does everything bigger. I'd like to see the Americans top this!" Leon said proudly.

"You know they're still growing. Not as fast, but every day this bra gets a little tighter."

"Don't get me started again, you temptress."

Marta laughed. She bumped him with her belly, and pushed him back with her titanic nipples. She looked back at the screen.

"Look at Tatyana. She's already going for round two."

"That's not helping," he shot back. She looked down as he stiffened again.

“Yes it is” She rubbed her hands slowly over the vastness of her pregnant body.

"I'm actually looking forward to being a Hero mother." she said absently.

"To me, Marta, I'll be happy with 'Hero Mom.'"