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In the Amazon Empire: An Amazon Wife & Mother Speaks of His Life~ Part Four by Ginny Wolf ********** Principal characters in this episode: Rylann Antonischard, Nanette's First Wife Hemia and Uther, his parents Nanette Penthesilea, Rylann's husband Baroness Sylvia Penthesilea and Dame Oblea Penthesilea, her noble parents Alistair, Nanette's Second Wife Ira, maid to Rylann ********** Types of Amazon men: drones~men required to have at least two children; perform service jobs; largest group in society; covey males~men selected based upon physical fitness and emotional stability to bear a minimum of 12 to 15 babies with a maximum of 25 infants [Alistair is a covey male]; breed mares~men selected from the best looking and intellectually brightest of males, usually married off to nobles and required to have a minimum of five babies and no more than twelve; they are the matrons of high society [Rylann is a breed mare] ********** As Vianna, my second child, approached two years of age and I wasn't pregnant again, though certainly not for lack of trying, my mama asked in jest if I was failing to do my wifely duties. A period of depression overwhelmed me which Nanette complicated by telling me that in the spring she was taking a Second Wife. I threw an unseemly hysterical fit and for the only time in our marriage, Nanette disciplined me. "Stop that at once," she ordered in a tone of voice that scared me into immediate silence as she faced me in our bedroom. "That is unseemly. I will not tolerate disobedience Mrs Penthesilea." She pointed to her dresser. "Open the bottom drawer. You will find an oaken paddle there. Bring it over to me." I started to say something and Nanette barked at me, "Not another word Mrs Penthesilea, until I give you permission to speak." I immediately did as I was told, realizing that I was about to be punished. My husband seated herself in her comfortable chair. With a trembling hand I gave her the paddle, knowing that shortly I was going to feel that hard wood on my tender bottom. At her orders, I stepped out of my shoes, unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Next I lowered my girdle and hose to the floor and my panties to my knees as Nanette directed. She rose from the chair, stood in front of me and made me kiss the paddle. "Bend over and grab your ankles." I cringed, anticipating smacks across my bare behind. I felt the smooth touch of the paddle as she rested it on my flesh for a moment and with a sudden swoosh, a hard smack landed on my derriere, followed quickly by another half dozen, not love pats but real discipline, administered by my soldier husband with a firm hand. I knew that my bottom glowed pink. But to my dismay Nanette was not finished. She sat down and pulled me over her knees. I was so embarrassed to be across my husband's lap and feared what was to come next. By the twentieth swat I was crying hard, moaning and kicking my legs as much as I could with my panties at my knees. From out of nowhere, Nanette produced a linen handkerchief which she shoved into my mouth and a belt with which she tied my ankles together. Stilled and silenced I endured another twenty swats. I knew my bottom would be sore for some days. Nanette confined me to the house for a week, during which she made me wear my leather collar. I cried many apologetic tears, begging her to unlock my collar and promising to be a good wife. Even though I did not, indeed under Nanette's orders I could not leave the house, I felt shamed in front of the household staff and my family, especially dear Mother Oblea when he came to visit. At the end of the week, on my knees, with much weeping on my part, Nanette finally freed me. As Nanette ordered, I went to the doctor and received a prescription for domesticity medications which I took for three months and which helped greatly improve my attitude. Other things helped me adjust to having a Second Wife in the household. Nanette selected a cute little covey male named Alistair. He was several inches shorter and two years younger than me, tending to plumpness even before a pregnancy, an alluring blond, quite buxom and of extremely pleasant disposition. The first time we met he went out of his way to let me know that he understood the proper role of Second Wife. He felt honored to be chosen for Nanette's household. All that he wanted to do was to have at least sixteen babies or more if Nanette so decided and to help me raise and educate our children. By the time we parted from that first meeting and he kissed me so dearly, I knew that somehow we would be good friends. Later, when I met them, his mama, a master-sergeant in the air force, and his mother, a drone who worked as a secretary, told me that both of their girbys wanted to be covey males from the time they could talk. A good pediatrician confirmed that both girbys could easy grow up to that calling. Alistair's mama and mother expressed their thanks for their girby's marriage into the house of Penthesilea. When I asked Nanette if she would like me to become a blond, she said no, assuring me that she loved my auburn hair. "I will tell you if and when I want you to color your hair, dear. When you begin to have some grey hair, most likely. I know how men dread grey hair," she added. "Perhaps then I should have your stylist add you to the blue-rinsed matrons," she said with a laugh. "If that's what you wish my dear, I'm yours to command, now and always," I replied. "When I'm old and fat, if you'd like me to look like a dowager, I'll do it." Falling to my knees, I grabbed her legs and said, "I terribly sorry I was so bitchy. I promise I will never do it again. Can you forgive me?" She pulled me off my knees, held me close, kissing me. "Oh my darling Rylann, of course I forgive you. You are my heart's desire. I hated to spank you. It hurt me as much or more than it hurt you. Afterward, when I saw how red your bottom was, I felt badly. Please my dear, do not ever make me have to do that again. You are my First Wife. You rule our hearth. Follow me as a good wife should follow his husband, without provoking me or disobeying me." We kissed passionately. I knew she forgave me. And I never disobeyed her or threw such a wild-eyed fit again. Privately, I laughed to myself about how her spanking me hurt her so much. Typical husband exaggeration. That was a hard spanking, not love pats. It was my bottom that was sore afterward, not hers, and I was the one who had been sitting on a cushion for a week. As wives we learn to live with our husbands' conceits. Also, I was felt thankful that she had hadn't made me go out in public wearing my collar and my mouth gagged as happened to a friend of mine who talked back to his husband. Dear Mother Oblea helped straighten me out as well. He confided in me that as a young wife he had an unseemly temper and threw several tantrums. The Baroness put him across her lap six or seven times and administered a hard paddling. Worse yet, he spent a few days wearing a discipline corset, his mouth taped shut. Twice the Baroness made him wear his leather collar in public. I was shocked. He assured me that having babies and loving a good Amazon husband made him the right kind of man and wife. "By my third pregnancy I was well-behaved. You will be, too, my dear girby," he assured me. "Time for you to have another baby and all will be well." He also provided me with wise counsel on household management and shared advice from friends of his who were First Wives on how to manage a Second Wife. Additional help came from my trustworthy maid, Ira. "Remember, Mistress you are the First Wife. That doesn't change. Alistair is cute but inclined to plumpness. Once he starts having a hump in front, he'll be fashionably well-upholstered the rest of his life. You are the one, whether you're pregnant or not, who will be at Court on the Captain's arm. Another baby and you will be in her good graces completely. And I'll help make sure that you are big with child soon. I'm familiar with ways to make sure you conceive." Being a wonderful maid, he also rubbed a soothing cream on my sore bottom after my spanking and used an ointment around my collar to reduce irritation the week I wore it. My mother and mama cautioned me to be better behaved. Mother reminded me to be thankful to the Goddess that I would never bear as many babies as he did nor would I ever become so very full-figured. Mama said plainly, "You are well married to a fine aristocrat. You lead a life of privilege. Do your duty as we trained you. Should you have your maximum twelve children you will never endure what that cute Second Wife must endure. However, I doubt that Nanette will insist on your legal maximum. She takes a second wife out of love for you. Have another baby and pray that the Goddess restores your heart to true domestic bliss. Be an obedient wife to your husband as you were trained." Taking my hand in hers and looking straight into my eyes, mama added, "Nanette loves you a great deal to be so forbearing. Had your mother ever made such a scene, he would have not been able to sit for days. I would have washed his mouth out. He'd have worn his collar in public for a month and a gag in his mouth around the house until I got him pregnant again. Your gentle husband spoils you. Do not ever shame me so again." In tears, I promised I would not and have kept my word. Nanette wed Alistair early in Sixth Month of 3272A.E. and seven weeks later he was in a delicate condition. True to his word, Ira feed me some old crone potions and sent me to bed in seductive makeup and sexy nightgowns. My strong husband turned her full sexual attention to me so that by Ninth Month I too was in a family way. With both of her wives growing big-bellied, Nanette's social standing and political career soared. From Nanette's loving attention I knew that I was forgiven. My compassion grew for Alistair when he learned that he was carrying twin girls. He looked like he was hiding a beach ball under his skirt. Twins ran in my family and I dreaded the prospect of having a set myself. Every time I carried a baby I prayed that the Goddess spare me from twins. Right before birthing the twin girls, Athena and Alexandra, poor Alistair looked like a blimp. Yet he maintained a wonderful attitude and proudly displayed his maternity belly before and the pretty babies after a rough delivery. The day before Inez turned five, I birthed Naomi. She was two weeks past the due date, two weeks that put me through agony. When it came my labor was slow and painful. For the first time I learned why they call it "labor." At one point I thought that I was passing something the size of a watermelon and that little baby might break me wide open. When I brought Naomi home, I was busy with three children under age six. Alistair and I grew closer in friendship as we took care of five pretty girls. Fortunately by that time, Nanette's career was doing quite well. At only age 27, she reached the rank of colonel and was knighted by the Queen for her service in Foreign Affairs. She hired another maid and another full time nanny to help with housework and childcare, reminding me that I was First Wife to an important woman at the Imperial Court. As such, I was expected to be hostess for significant dinner parties and at other times to be the eye candy on her arm at cultural and political events. She put pressure on me to return to my pre-pregnancy weight which fortunately, being only 22, I did, though with an effort. Attendance at diplomatic functions provided many adventures and a deepening appreciation of my homeland. ~Editorial Comment: Embassy row in the Amazon capital is interesting. All the east Asian states maintain diplomatic relations with the Empire as do half of the African nations. From the Middle East, only Lebanon and Turkey have embassies. Barely a dozen European countries, mostly small states like Luxembourg, Denmark, Estonia and Monaco, exchange ambassadors with them. From the Americas, Canada, Haiti, the Dominican Republic, Cuba, Belize, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Jamaica, Brazil, Barbados, Bahamas, Guyana, Trinidad and Bolivia extend recognition. Australia has an embassy there as well.~ I found non-Amazon men to be hairy, ill-mannered, poorly groomed, slovenly dressed, smelling of tobacco and whisky and much too self-centered, thinking themselves superior to all women and to Amazon males. Yet, even though most of these men profess to be heterosexual, many often flirt with pretty comazons. More than once I had my bottom pinched or my breasts touched in unseemly ways. During my four decades in the capital, the police or the Royal Guard deported more than three dozen foreign diplomats and embassy personnel for sexually harassing comazons. Twice that I know about, foreigners attempted unwelcome sexual advances to Amazon nobles. Those two foolish men disappeared under mysterious circumstances. On the other hand, non-Amazon women seem to like spending time in the Empire and often make friends with Amazons, both women and men. More than one said to me how much she would love to have a spouse like me. At diplomatic functions these wives, just like Amazon wives, move to the side so we tended to socialize together. We talked about clothing, hairstyles, food, childcare and such things while their men and our women did the business of diplomacy. Once I assisted Nanette's work through such a friendship. I cannot mention the woman's name. She came from a well-known family in international finance and was married to a man who was the military attache to his country's embassy. We met at a cocktail party. Acting on Nanette's instruction, I made a point of getting to know the woman, having lunch together, going shopping for dresses and shoes, having our hair done. She became very attracted to me, flirted shamelessly and obviously wanted to take me to bed. I never let our relationship move that far but I endured much kissing, hugging and having her hands under my skirt. Frequently she said how much she loved the feeling of our lipstick-covered kisses and never had enough of rubbing my stockings or patting my girdled tush. She fervently wished all men wore hosiery and girdles. Fortunately, when I was with her, one or two of Nanette's undercover agents were always nearby. When her spouse took an assignment in Paris, she wept prodigiously at leaving. I felt relieved to see her go. And I felt like a successful Mata Hari when Nanette assured me that the information which the woman had let drop to me was extremely helpful to the Empire's interests. Frankly, I had no idea what it all meant. I leave all the political and diplomatic business to my good husband. My darling husband and her colleagues often remark that when other nations send women, even in minor diplomatic posts, relations always improve. Steps toward peace come almost inevitably. I should mention that the Empire periodically receives women fleeing persecution elsewhere. Such women are welcomed and become full citizens. From time to time women come to the Empire with spouses. If their men are under age 45, they can be medically assisted to become proper Amazon wives, most of them becoming good drones, a few covey males, and always a few pretty breed mares. Having two or three babies insures their full integration. If the men are over age 45, they require two to three years of therapy, education and training but they all manage to adjust. Once in awhile, a man from elsewhere elects to become a citizen. One such was an artist named Edgar who fell in love with one of our Embassy staff in Ottawa. To be married to her, he readily agreed to move to the capital and became the lovely Dame Edgar, breed mare wife of Baroness Giselle Iraklia. He and I became friends at the hospital when birthing babies at the same time. At home Nanette started a cycle with impregnating Alistair then me. Barely had he weaned the twins when Alistair found himself wedged-up again. He gave birth to another pretty girl, Adelaide, in Seventh Month, 3275A.E. No sooner had Alistair brought the new baby home, Nanette impregnated me again. I felt content with three sweet daughters and was not in a rush to become pregnant but Nanette charmed me into trying to have a girby and she put me in a delicate condition. So near the end of Fourth Month, 3276 A. E, as big as a house, unable to see my toes, I went into fifteen hour labor with my cute, fourth daughter, Faith. Hour followed hour with contractions. Finally, I was allowed to push as hard and as long as I wished. When the baby began to poke her little head out, I yelped so loudly I scared myself. Several other howls and screeches came out of my throat before the baby emerged completely. I remembered no pain like that before in my life. In this pregnancy I discovered the importance of support hosiery. Never had I fattened up as much in pregnancy as I did with Faith. After her birth, I spent hours of misery in the spa, pedaling away on a stationary bike, roasting in a steam cabinet hotter than the ones Dr Hagelaur used, exercising like a maniac and even going back to playing volleyball in a rubber sweat suit. For weeks, being put into a girdle or corset by Ira was sheer agony but thinking of my poor corpulent mother made it easier to endure having my own flab constricted. While I did not return to my bridal measurements, I did become slender again. On my 26th birthday, able to fit into a sexy dress, I wondered how many more times I could slim down. As a result of my pregnancies and nursing my babies I was wearing a bigger bra which Nanette loved. I prayed that with one more pregnancy I would have my legal minimum and Nanette would make her dear plump Second Wife carry the rest of her babies. I sported a set of stretch marks which I was not eager to increase. By the time we celebrated the coming of spring in the next year, Alistair was in his fourth month of another pregnancy. He just bubbled with joy, even though he grew as chunky as could be. Between us we had six girls, Inez going on 9, Vianna age 6, the twins almost 4, Adelaide almost 2 and Faith almost 1. The coming attraction was also a little girl. Alistair and I were glad that we had good maids to take care of us and wonderful nannies to help us with childcare. In Nanette's house as in Amazon houses where there are many children, there is a section of rooms for the children and any live-in staff to sleep, play and eat and a section for the husband and her wives which includes separate cooking, dining and recreation space and known as "the wife keep." Nanette arranged our home so that she and I had the main bedroom and adjoining bathroom. Alistair's bedroom with his own private bath was next to ours. When Nanette wanted to bed down Alistair, she slept in his room. Occasionally I could hear his moans as she thumped him but I did not begrudge him pleasure. I knew that in other instances he might hear my grunts and shrieks as Nanette had her way with me. Yet as in many polyandrous marriages, Alistair and I truly love each other, recognizing that we were born for wifedom and motherhood. We embrace the fortune given us by the Goddess. In his last trimester, Alistair was very bloated and uncomfortable. Having been that way in my last pregnancy, I empathized. I rubbed his back or his feet to relax him and made sure that cook fixed his favorite foods. We were in this together. Baby Beatrice came on the first day of fall. During the winter solstice which marked the beginning of 3279A.E., Nanette decided it was time to again have both her wives pregnant at the same time. I think this was in part out of her raging womanly hormones, in part out of the stimulation of two pretty men in the house, in part out of desire for more children, in part to relieve the stress of her work which was intense at that time and in part to advance her career as neither Alistair nor I had been pregnant for some time and it looked good to have both wives pregnant simultaneously. Anyway, Nanette put us through our paces. Each morning she did one or both of us in a quickie. More than once in the morning, Alistair and I bent over, side-by-side, at the kitchen counter, our panties at our ankles while Nanette took us doggie- style, one after the other, making us moan with pleasure. With my head bowed and my private parts available, I knew that I dare not look around but I found a very erotic pleasure in that bowed position, listening to Nanette grunt and Alister squeal, knowing that in another few moments it would be my turn. When Nanette moved over and started on me I was always quite wet and very ready to be taken. If she took me first, even as I moaned with pleasure I could hear Alister's excited breathing and chirps of anticipation as he awaited his turn at his wifely duty. When she finished, Nanette would rub our breasts and pat our bottoms. "There you are, my lovely wives. Be fruitful! We'll resume this work tonight," Nanette would say and leave for her office. At night, she took one of us after dinner and then bedded the other for the night. Alistair and I were both young, being 26 and 28 respectively; both knew that we had a duty to bear more children and both of us enjoyed sex with Nanette. Deep down I hoped that this time, which would be my fifth pregnancy, I could have a girby and satisfy my five baby minimum as a breed mare. Alistair was eager to move on satisfying his personal goal of sixteen babies. So he and I did our best to encourage and stimulate our darling husband. Some afternoons with the help of our maids we did each other's hair and makeup right before Nanette came home. Some mornings we wore matching baby doll nighties, one of us in pink, the other in yellow. Several times we greeted her at the door each wearing only bra, panties, corset, stockings and heels and thus clad would serve her dinner until she decided which of us would be her evening snack and which her bedtime snack. Ira, my maid, and Rainier, Alistair's maid, giggled at our naughtiness and did all they could to help us seduce Nanette. Other times Alistair and I went to the beauty salon together to have facials, manicures, hair styling and dramatic makeup application. On a night Nanette could not make up her mind, we three went to our family room in our side of the house and we wives found ourselves facing each other in the doggie position as Nanette took one of us then the other, and did a repeat performance. Afterward, Alistair said "Rylann, you had this enraptured look on your face as Nanette mounted you. You are a good wife." "Alistair," I answered, "I'm so much her love slave she can do me any way and any time she wants. And you were looking pretty satisfied yourself there, girby friend, when she was womping on you." The poor man blushed scarlet. We agreed that we loved sex with Nanette. The next morning, after she serviced us both, we put our heads together, figuring how to turn her on that night. A trip to the beauty salon for upswept hairdos and artificial nails with bright polish, tight skirts over well girdled bottoms, very high heels, lips lush with lipstick, eyes with lots of eye liner ended up being the chosen strategy that night. Nanette got her wish. By early in Second Month, Alistair and I missed our monthly and had morning sickness. I felt a tinge of disappointment when the doctor informed me that I was carrying another girl. Yet the prospect of another beautiful daughter and the Queen's recognition of Nanette's contribution made me feel much better. Alistair was also carrying another girl. Privately, I felt relief because I desperately wanted Nanette's first girby to from her First Wife, not Second Wife. All that spring, Nanette beamed as she showed off a pregnant wife on each arm. My belly and my bottom puffed up significantly with this baby while cute little Alistair looked like a highly inflated balloon. He and I endured a hot summer in our last trimester. I remember several society pool parties where a number of pregnant comazons, together seeking the shade, all of us wearing pregnancy swimsuits, compared our distended bellies, tender breasts and swollen ankles while our husbands talked of war and politics. Particularly during this joint pregnancy, Alister and I recognized how much we developed together in love and service of the same husband. Growing fat with babies at the same time, I in my fifth pregnancy, he in his fourth, knowing from experience what the other was going through and would go through, we comforted each other. We shared many sweet kisses and gentle hugs. Laughing and giggling, we'd bump our bloated tummies together. Having our hair done we'd hold hands while under the dryers. If one of us felt blue, the nuzzling and fondling from the other improved us. Sometimes with the help of our maids, sometimes just with each other we played with exotic makeup looks and extravagant hairdos. When we reached the point where our pregnancies began to show, we would often compare or increasing baby bumps. With the maids and nannies taking care of the children in their side of the house, Alistair and I gladly undid each other's girdles and padded around in our robes for a few hours of luxury, our bloated bellies bobbing about freely. Out of consideration for our expectant state, the discomfort of summer pregnancies and the extent of diplomatic travel she did at the time, Nanette allowed Alistair and me to sleep in the same bed. At times when she traveled for weeks on end, she permitted us to use vibrators on each other. While this sufficed, Alistair and I agreed that toys could not substitute for the thrill of being mounted by our demanding husband. From this pregnancy onward he and I felt like twins, often knowing each other's thoughts and feelings, even from a distance. ~Editorial Comment: Dame Rylann asserted his relationship with Alistair never involved more than what he describes here. Whether he was being coy I am not sure. As I mentioned above, comazons are openly quite physical and affectionate with each other. Only the husband could permit or order sexual intimacy. Given how controlling a woman the Duchess is, I would not be surprised if she did order them to be intimate with each other. That's speculation on my part. Dame Rylann never said so and as you can tell, Governor, he spoke and wrote frankly about his life. Amazon sociological sources indicate wives often develop deep attachments to each other, to the extent that when one dies the other or others manifest deep grief.~ When Alistair went into labor with his baby, I had sympathetic pains, knowing that my turn was soon coming. Shortly after Alistair gave birth in early Ninth Month, I went into my worst labor and delivery of the five so far. Labor lasted ten hours. Once the nurses finally placed me on the delivery table, I looked and felt like blubber. Excruciating pains wracked my body. I screamed bloody murder and thought I surely would die. My bottom, my legs and my abdomen ached for weeks afterward. Yet when I looked at my beautiful Farrah, I knew it was worth the agony. When I brought her home, I had a row of pretty daughters, aged 11, 9, 6, 3 and new born and Alistair's girls, the twins aged 6, and girls 4, 2 and new born. Nanette allowed me to hire another nanny to help with child care. One afternoon as we sat side-by-side in rocking chairs, nursing our new baby girls, Alistair commented, "Rylann, that labor was extremely hard on you. Even waiting here at home for our dear husband to call from the hospital, I just knew you were in agony. I prayed for you and sent an offering to the temple for your safety." With tears of joy, I thanked him. I knew we would feel that way for the rest of our lives and we continue so to this day. My weight gain was the highest yet. However, I was not quite twenty-nine years old. Dieting, strenuous exercise and long sessions at the spa returned to my agenda. What a picture Alistair and I made in our efforts. Side-by-side, towel-clad heads sticking out of hot steam cabinets, perspiration running down our cheeks as we were cooked. Our plump bottoms wiggling and rippling while being worked over by belt massagers and roller machines. Two chubby wives straining for ages on exercise bikes while a slim young woman, who had never been pregnant, wearing a revealing one piece bathing suit, exhorted us to greater effort. I introduced Alistair to volleyball in a rubber sweat suit. Brave pudgy soul that he is, he not only made a good effort but when I told him about my mother making me wear a girdle as well he said we should do that too. My plump girby friend put me to shame. Eventually my efforts enabled me to shape up nicely. Even Alistair lost twenty pounds and significant inches. In the back of our minds, he and I knew that our renewed shapely figures would lead to more pregnancies. Our Nanette could just not keep it in her pants. We resigned ourselves to child-bearing, our duty as males. We knew we would be there to support each other. I felt deep regret about being resentful of the dear Second Wife when Nanette first told me she was marrying him. I recognized my own good fortune. As my maid had told me, I was the cherished and privileged First Wife, at Court and in society as a matron of good position. Maybe one more baby and I would be finished with child-bearing duties. My dear Alister, increasingly rounder, chubbier after each baby, could only look forward to several more years of ballooning with baby after baby. Yet he embraced his calling. He lovingly spread his legs for Nanette to impregnate him. And he loved and supported me as we raised our ever-increasing brood. However, I recognized that five pregnancies, nursing my babies and helping Alistair nurse his babies took a toll on my figure. In my bust, my tummy and my tush my measurements were no longer those of that seventeen year old bride. Acting on my orders, my maid Ira laced me extremely tightly in a firm control girdle so that I could wear a figure- hugging evening dress at the next New Year's party. In Tenth Month of the next year, on my 30th birthday, Alistair informed us that he was pregnant. I knew it was only a matter of time before Nanette would want me to try again to have a girby, especially if Alistair gave her another daughter. The prospects of another great-bellied pregnancy, more stretch marks, painful labor and renewed efforts to slim back down terribly intimidated me. How would my body respond now that I was over thirty? But I knew that I could not, would not refuse Nanette if she wanted me to have another baby. Alistair grew full in the belly with another baby girl. I teased him sweetly about trying to win the "Order of Distinguished Matrons" for any man who births twelve or more daughters. He smiled and said he wouldn't mind. He loved being knocked up by Nanette, having babies and working with me to raise them. In Sixth Month, 3981 A.E., we added another pretty little girl to our home. We now had eleven daughters between the ages of 13 and new born. That summer Nanette began making noises about impregnating me again. "Darling, I know that you have done your minimum duty having five children. The Empire deeply appreciates the lovely girls you and Alistair have mothered. But I would love to have at least one little girby baby. I know how much you want a girby, my dear. A sweet, pretty girby like his mother. Shouldn't my First Wife produce one cute little girby for us? Please, dear?" Such seductive pressure, along with kissing, hugging and much good loving continued for months. How could I refuse? To welcome the New Year at 3282, I was high-bellied with daughter number six. With Azure, I puffed up like over-ripe fruit, needed help to rise from a chair and waddled through the last four months of the pregnancy. Nanette loved the fuller, rounder me, constantly complimenting me on my bigger bosom and bustle-like posterior. As in my previous pregnancies she wanted anal sex. My rear rotundity during my interesting condition invited more frequent attention from my sexy husband. When she came to bed wearing her strap-on, she would place a pillow under me to lift my tail end. My bottom would quiver and I loved it as she worked me over, spreading and splitting me, making me hers however she wanted. As my mother had foretold, while pregnant I enjoyed the convenience and pleasure when Nanette straddled my pillow and lowered her Venus portal to my eager tongue. Delight filled my heart that even though I was puffed up with another baby I gave her such satisfaction. This eventually created a problem for poor Alistair. Nanette began making comments about "my round little heifer" who needed to be "serviced." When Nanette was in the office, Alistair and I giggled together like school girbys. We both knew what was coming. Alistair would also soon have another bun in his oven. Oh well. We could only do our wifely duty. When my baby Azure arrived in the middle of Sixth Month, 3282A.E., Alistair was finishing his first trimester, pregnant again with another set of girl twins. My labor and delivery seemed endless, taking fifteen hours. My newest little Amazon seemed at first in a hurry to come, then she delayed, doing what she could to put me through gut-wrenching pain. My sixth pregnancy added a lot of weight which I struggled to remove. I realized that at thirty-one, I was starting to look like a tubby matron. I had lost my svelte bridal figure in the service of my husband and my country. From that point on, I never went anywhere without an extra firm girdle or tight corset under my clothes. As after the birth of Farrah, I struggled to return to a slender shape. Dieting. Sweltering in a sauna. Enduring pounding on a roller machine. Pedaling miles on the stationary bike. Playing more sweat suit volleyball. Tolerating long sessions on a rowing machine. Joining a row of moon-faced, uncomfortable wives as we perspired in hot mud baths, hoping to drop a few more pounds. While I lost a lot of weight and many inches, I could not recapture my figure of ten years before. When I cried to my doctor, she said, "Dame Penthesilea, you have had six babies. You are over thirty. Of course you have a more mature figure. It's the natural consequence of pregnancy, deliveries, nursing and age. Given all that, you are in very good shape, quite healthy, certainly not overly large in your measurements. Obviously your husband finds you attractive. Your pictures on the society pages look lovely. Relax. Accept yourself." I bought several new, strong corsets and five of the best girdles I could find. When Ira zipped me into a tight new girdle, he pointedly said, "Remember, my Lady, even without a girdle you'll never be as round as Alistair, the poor man. Rainier tells me Alistair flinches and whimpers something awful while being girdled. He tries to be the perfect little wife, curvy, sexy, obedient but he pays a price getting into his girdle. He never lets Rainier put him in anything less than maximum control. How he walks in such high heels when he's girdled like that I'll never know. " Thinking of him and my mother, I was thankful that I was not that rotund. Poor Alistair became a permanent pearshaped, bosomy matron who even at the beginning of pregnancy waddled when he walked and could barely see his feet. He birthed the twins Robin and Rose in early First Month of 3283A.E. All during that year, Nanette turned on her sexy charm. A husband can be very persuasive. She convinced me to try once more for a girby and assured me that another try would surely give me a cute girby baby. I felt proud to contribute six fine, strong daughters for the sake of expanding the Empire, though at the cost of my expanding waistline. But Nanette would not take no for an answer and soon she had me in the belly-pudding club again. On the last day of the year, I awoke with morning sickness. A visit to the doctor confirmed that at last I was finally pregnant with a little girby. My heart overflowed with joy. Nanette bragged about me every where. Being the proud mama of twelve girls and now one girby on the way increased her sex drive. Not only was my well-rounded tush often tender from her attentions but by the spring equinox, Alistair sported a hump in front as well. Nanette just burst her buttons-finally a girby coming and for the third time she could parade two pregnant wives at once. As in the last time we carried babies close together, we supported and cared for each other. Our kisses and cuddling served as survival tools during our full-of-heir period. We often took afternoon naps side-by-side or went for leisurely walks, holding hands, gossiping about friends and neighbors, making plans for our children. Alistair expressed his joy that I conceived a girby. He intended to keep trying for one himself. One afternoon in my eighth month as he, in his fifth month, massaged my globe- like belly while I sat between his legs, he kissed the back of neck and whispered "Thank you, dear Rylann, for loving and accepting me. I hear from a few other Second and Third Wives how cold the First Wives are to them. I'm glad you've never been cold or mean to me." As I started to say something, he continued, "Please let me finish, dear. I never had a girby friend as precious as you. I'm honored to be Second Wife in this house. And very pleased that you are carrying our husband's first girby child. I will keep trying and have as many babies as Nanette asks of me. I love mothering our children." He paused. "If anything ever happens to me, please take care of my girls." I turned around and we hugged tightly, wordlessly, with tears and sniffles, for a very long time. The next afternoon, as we rested and talked quietly, I asked if there was anything I could do for him to help him relax. He turned absolutely scarlet before asking me to use a vibrator on him. He confessed that with this baby for some reason he was feeling constantly horny. Of course I gladly helped him and that night strongly suggested to Nanette that her Second Wife needed attention. As I lay listening to his moans of pleasure and her grunts of satisfaction I felt joy for them both. And naturally my sexy husband returned to our bedroom and gave me a workout. There are consolations to pregnancy. Carrying my girby bloated me more than any of my previous pregnancies. I was so portly in front that when I looked down I could only see a baby- created mound of flesh. From the back, my rump looked like a puffed-up cushion. Labor and delivery amounted to fourteen agonizing hours. Between my screams and contractions, I begged for mercy, hoping for the end of my misery. My baby girby was a terrible tease, doubling me up with contractions, making me think he was about to appear and then, nothing. Just when I thought the pain was over for a minute, a flash of lightening sharp agony ripped my insides. My Zane was a small baby who felt positively gigantic coming out, making me wonder how he fit inside of me. When the babe's head finally started to appear, I felt like someone set fire to me. Never before had I been so glad when the process ended. "All men feel a bit out of sorts during labor. You're in misery while the woman responsible for knocking you up stands there telling you you'll be alright. She's still slim and trim while every ounce of pregnancy fat she put on you quivers in misery on that delivery table," Mother Oblea commiserated with me afterwards. "When I gave birth to my daughter Hope, after one of the worst contractions four hours into labor, I actually snarled at my sweet husband, called her 'the fiend' responsible my agony, wanting to know how she could do this to me. In her usual loving way, she kissed my fevered brow and rubbed me, promising she would make it up to her sweet wife. By the way, since you endured such a painful delivery and finally gave Nanette her girby, do use your wiles to get something you very much want. As you've discovered, our husbands are always eager to please us after we've had babies." When I shared with Alistair about screaming while on the delivery table, he said with a teasing smile,"Delivery rooms are sound-proofed so the rest of the hospital can't hear us screech and holler." Ira reminded me, "It's our duty and our fate, my Lady. Domestic bliss only comes with being wives, mothers and homemakers. This why the Goddess made us men." Three months later, right before Harvest Festival in Eleventh Month, 3284A.E, Alistair birthed another daughter, pretty Emeline, named for Alistair's mama. He and I felt justly proud that we had provided our darling husband with 13 daughters and 1 girby. The children were 16, 14, the first set of twins 11, 9, 8, 7, the second set of twins 5, 3, 2, 1, a 3-month old girby and a new-born girl. Already I heard my oldest, Inez, looking at the newest babies, saying things like, "Mother I can hardly wait to marry a nice breed mare like you and make pretty babies. You and Mother Alister looked so lovely being pregnant together. Are you going to have some more? You could have five more, Mother." I paled under my makeup at the very thought of another pregnancy. To be continued...