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 Endangered Species 2: When Worlds Collide (F/beast, size, preg,
transformation) by Dragonfly (C) 2005
   Minerva oiled the sigil carefully.  It was really Krysta's turn, but she
could use the cage later.  Right now, her mother had to have it again. 
Every inch of it.  Every massive inch.
   Krysta played with her three cubs in a corner of the observation area
and watched her baby sister Phaedra, while Charlotte reclined on a
flannel-covered mat and nursed her own brood.  She sighed contentedly as
the lion cubs suckled hungrily from the six engorged breasts that lined her
chest, the milk flowing freely and causing a pleasurable sensation
throughout them.  She smiled a little because Krysta still only had four
tits running along her milk lines, so at least she had beaten her older
sister at something for once.
   Charlotte's attention was drawn back to the big mating cage as her
mother brought a big stack of mats to the center over the magic sigil.  She
got a little wet in the pussy just thinking of what she was about to see
and what might come after.  What was the gestation period of an animal that
size anyway?
   "Okay Krysta... let him in."
   Minerva's oldest daughter picked up Phaedra and walked over to the side
of the cage where the gate was, then pulled the lever.  The heavy bars slid
out of the way, and Minerva's mate entered.  He immediately picked up her
scent, and at that moment Minerva laid on her belly with her ass in the
air, ready to accept him again, her enlarged pussy lips already getting wet
with anticipation.
   The girls watched with rapt attention as the massive bull elephant
raised its trunk in the air, sniffing.  He strode toward her and smelled
her opening, then slowly pushed the tip of his trunk inside.  Minerva
gasped and panted as the ribbed, rough appendage worked its way up her cunt
and stretched her wide open, the ancient sigil beneath them ensuring her
safety.  He withdrew, then tasted her moisture.  Yes, she was ready to mate
again.
   He carefully moved forward and straddled her body, his cock enlarging to
two, then three, then four feet in length.  Gently, the head of the bull's
massive organ pushed against her slit and she gasped again, her hands
gripping the mat in anticipation, her feet planted firmly in the center of
the floor's intricate design.  As before, its magic allowed the huge rod to
force its way inside her as the elephant began to penetrate, slowly, inch
by delicious stretching inch.
   She groaned loudly as she felt her already oversized cunt being opened
wider and wider, the bull's shaft changing shape and size as needed for a
perfect fit.  Taken by passion, Minerva began moaning and panting, forcing
herself backward onto the gigantic rod, pumping so that it moved in and
out, faster and faster.  The elephant also felt the need, and matched her
rhythm as they fucked, her daughters watching, the shape of his immense
penis clearly visible as a huge bulge in their mother's belly that moved
back and forth as the lovers pumped, her eight plump breasts rocking
against the mat below them.
   Suddenly the bull grunted and thrust forward hard, a massive gush of cum
and sperm flooding Minerva's magically stretched pussy.  She could feel it
enter her, a hot magma that forced her swollen belly outward even more from
the sheer volume of it.  It could not escape because of the perfect seal
between her cunt lips and the beast's cock, and it felt like someone had
shoved a gallon milk jug full of hot water up her twat in the fraction of a
second.  She gasped at the sudden heaviness inside her and orgasmed
instantly, her hungry pussy spasming against the massive rod that filled
her hole.
   For a few moments she was completely lost, the intensity of her orgasm
consuming her mind and body.  Then Minerva began to notice the violent
grasping spasms of her cervix as it worked to suck the precious sperm up
into her womb.  Ordinarily she liked to detach from her mate soon after
cumming so that she could recline and rest, but this time she encouraged
the bull to stay inside her - it just felt too good.  He was happy to
oblige, contentedly rocking back and forth with pleasure.  Minerva could
feel his movements and had a few aftershocks as her cunt jolted against his
rod a few more times for good measure, and she could sense that a huge
amount of his cum had made it into her uterus and was doing its job nicely.
   After a few minutes Phaedra coughed quietly and the spell was broken -
Minerva finally let the bull's cock slip out and she sunk down onto the
pile of mats, but not before she propped her backside up with a couple of
pillows so as not to spill a drop of the precious seed still working it way
up inside her.  Still somewhat mesmerized, Krysta guided the beast out and
shut the gate.  When she looked back, Minerva was already asleep in the
afterglow, her ravaged red slit still high in the air and open slightly, a
small amount of the creamy grayish elephant spunk dribbling out.
   Two weeks later, Minerva missed her period and she knew it had taken. 
She shared the good news with her girls and they all hoped it would be
different this time.  Phaedra was the result of her first encounter with
the bull, and while she was a delightful and essential addition to the
family, Minerva had really hoped to carry an elephant child rather than
another humanish baby like Krysta and Charlotte.
   Four long months passed without a period or any noticeable change, and
Minerva began to grow disappointed.  It would be nice to have another
daughter to add to the family, but... She sighed and put on a pair of
jeans. They seemed a little snug, so she changed into a pair of stretch
leggings.  It was beginning again, but not as she'd hoped, she thought a
little sadly.
   At the start of her fifth month Minerva was beginning to show, just like
any human pregnancy, and life went on as always.  Krysta asked to select
her own mate this time based on requests they had received from various
facilities and nature reserves around the world that relied on their
"private captive breeding program" that was one of the finest in the world.
This time she fancied taking on a white "ghost bear" from Canada and was
soon pregnant with four cubs of her own.  She regretted that it wasn't five
because then she would have grown another pair of milk-laden breasts and
been even with Charlotte.
   Charlotte was done with nursing her cubs and was busy watching Phaedra a
lot of the time, finding it convenient to let her toddler sister nurse from
her own breasts since they were still full of milk.  Phaedra had the
benefit of nursing from her choice of 18 breasts between the three women
and grew plump and happy.
   Within her sixth month of pregnancy, however, Minerva began to grow much
more rapidly.  Every day it seemed that she could tell a difference, so she
began to measure her swollen belly to be sure it wasn't her imagination. 
She was growing an inch a day, and she began to hope that maybe her baby
was more than human this time.
   As the days went by, she could feel the skin stretching tight across her
belly, straining to hold the quickly growing form inside her.  Hope was
turning to flutters of excitement - there could be little doubt now what
was happening.  At the end of her second trimester, she looked easily eight
months pregnant, and she beamed with pride as she cradled and rubbed her
enormous belly, knowing that she was headed for incredible changes.  She
didn't know, however, how incredible they would end up being.
   Another two weeks and her oversized belly made it nearly impossible to
get up from chairs, and she held up the weight of her womb in both arms to
relieve the stress on her back when she waddled throughout the house. 
Minerva had gained about 50 pounds and she knew the time had come to get
into bed and wait the rest of it out - the remaining 16 months of an
elephant's gestation.
   As one of her last acts before taking to the birthing bed, Minerva drew
the ancient family sigil underneath it so that her birth would be safe and
uneventful.  She was far larger than any beast pregnancy she had ever
experienced before, and she loved every minute of it, talking excitedly
about how it felt and what it would be like to get even bigger.
   In her eighth month she looked as though a large beach ball was inside
her, and an overinflated one at that.  The sigil beneath her bed was doing
its work - she could get infinitely huge and would be perfectly fine
through all of it.  She smiled at the thought and rubbed her tremendous
shape, feeling her baby move inside.  She knew it would only get better
since an elephant calf weighs between 200 and 350 pounds at birth.  Minerva
sighed happily at the thought.
   At the end of her ninth month of pregnancy she was sleeping fitfully on
her side, her massive belly making it impossible to turn over without help.
She awoke to the feeling of cold feet.  Thinking she had kicked the covers
off, she tried to flip them back over herself and whacked her foot on the
end of the bedframe.
   "OW!!  Goddamn it..."
   Then she felt around with her toes and realized something.
   "Wait... why am I touching the footboard?"
   Thinking she had slid downward somehow, she grabbed her belly with both
arms and pushed upward, instantly hitting the other end of the bed with her
head.  After a moment's confusion she looked around and another realization
began to form.
   "What... this can't be happening... Krysta!  Charlotte!"
   Charlotte ran in with Phaedra to see what was the matter and Krysta,
beginning to sport a noticeable belly herself, came in after.
   "Girls... am I crazy, or... is this bed getting smaller or am I getting
bigger?"
   They walked back and forth, their eyes opening wider, and confirmed her
suspicions.  Minerva was indeed longer than the queen-size mattress, which
she had not been when she took to her bed a few months previously. 
Somehow, perhaps because she always slept in a curled position and wore no
rings or other constrictive jewelry, none of them had noticed that she was
slowly getting larger.
   They discussed it a bit, then decided that it must be the sigil's magic.
Because a newborn elephant is larger than a grown human man in weight and
mass, the symbol was protecting her by allowing her entire body to grow
along with the fetus, making her heart and other organs stronger and her
uterus more able to carry such an immense child.  She got a chill of
excitement - she hadn't counted on becoming a giantess.  Would she return
to her former size when it was all over?  Did she want to?  Minerva smiled.
   Well into her 12th month of pregnancy, she continued to grow both upward
and outward.  Even though her overall frame was increasing in size, her
belly continued to expand so that she could no longer reach around herself.
The movements and kicks of the large child within her brought her pleasure,
and she could still reach her clit and pussy enough to pleasure herself
late into the long, boring nights in her bed.
   The business was running itself for the most part, with Krysta taking
over the record-keeping for her mother and Charlotte taking on the pleasant
duties of providing a new client with some fresh stock.  A man from
Australia had called them wanting some American grizzly bears for his new
wildlife park, and she was happy to oblige.  Soon she had a pair of healthy
cubs inside her womb, and Krysta gave birth to her own bear cubs soon after
Charlotte's mating session.  Then the letter came.  Krysta entered her
mother's room.
   "Mother, we've gotten an email from the Australian grizzly man - he says
he insists on viewing our facilities and will be here in a few weeks.  What
do I do?"
   "You tried the usual excuses I assume," asked Minerva.
   "Yes, but he says he won't take no for an answer and is coming anyway.
He also says he's curious to know why we only have male animals here.  How
could he know that?"
   Minerva's stomach felt cold and her feet tingled.  The room was dead
silent.  Her baby kicked her hard and she rubbed her belly out of habit.
   "I don't know.  But I do know that this man must not enter here."
   They said nothing.  Phaedra could be heard banging on something in the
living room, and Charlotte's voice followed soon after.
   "I've got it... we need to post a quarantine notice on the door.  It has
to look official so that nobody can enter.  You can talk to him on the
speaker box when he buzzes.  Yes... that should work.  It's not like he can
break through the security gate and force his way into our house." She
smiled as she pictured a man banging on the metal bars, then giving up in
frustration and flying back to Australia.  "If he gets pissed off, we can
always give his bears to that place in Alaska with the good fishing spot."
   "Right.  He says he'll be here on the 18th of next month.  But... how
could he know about us having only male breeders...?"
   "I don't know Krysta, but it bothers me.  Let me think about that. 
You'd better go help Charlotte now."
   As her daughter left Minerva shifted slightly in bed, the 100-pound
fetus inside her responding with several strong kicks just below her
ribcage.  How could this Aussie guy know that?  And why would he care
enough to come all the way here?
   Like clockwork, the 18th came and there was a buzz at the front gate. 
Krysta just about jumped out of her skin, but composed herself and said
"...Yes...?" A man's voice with a pleasant accent said "Hullo, this is Mr.
DeFleur from Australia.  I assume you got my post?"
   She paused, then said, "Yes, we got it.  I'm afraid you're out of luck,
however.  As you can see by the notice we're currently quarantined.  Nobody
in or out for weeks, human or animal.  Sorry you came all this way for
nothing." She was shaking, and hoped her voice didn't.
   After a moment he said "Oh really?  Well, that's too bad.  I had a
really very interesting proposition for you." He cleared his throat and
spoke very clearly and carefully.  "My family's breeding program has only
female animals.  My brothers and I wanted to talk to you ladies about your
program, if you understand me." He paused, then when no answer was
forthcoming continued.  "We have a very old family business, brought over
to Australia from Europe when my great-grandfather emigrated.  A very old
patriarchy, our family.  And we've always... LOVED... animals.  I don't
know what my brothers and I would do without our family-run animal breeding
program.  If you understand me." He cleared his throat again and waited.
   Krysta was rooted the spot for what seemed like an eternity, then said
"Just a moment please" and darted into Minerva's room.  A minute or so
later, she emerged, even more determined.  In her most businesslike voice,
she pushed the button on the speaker and said, "I'm very sorry sir, but my
mother is very sick, bedridden in fact, and we can't possibly have any
visitors today.  Good day."
   "Just come out and meet me at the gate."
   "Mr.  DeFleur, what part of `no' are you not understanding here?"
   "You know... my mother was very strong.  Unusually so.  I inherited my
father's looks primarily, but I seem to have been graced with my mother's
strength."
   Krysta, still near the box, couldn't help herself.  She should have
walked away.
   "Why are you still here and telling me this?"
   After a suitably dramatic pause, the man's voice came through the
speaker.  "Because I'd hate to rip this big iron gate out of the ground in
order to get inside your compound.  It looks really expensive, you know? 
And also, I've just had a manicure and it would be a shame to ruin it."
   Silence.
   "I really don't want to, but I will."
   Silence.
   From the other end of the driveway she began to hear a creaking noise, a
high-pitched noise like some beast being slowly strangled.  It sounded like
metal being twisted.
   "A shame really.  Such a pretty gate," said the box.
   "OKAY... okay... I'll send my sister out to see what you want so goddamn
badly!  Just stop wrecking the place!  Shit..."
   "Thank you."
   A few minutes later Charlotte emerged and strode down the gravel drive.
As she approached she could see what had happened to the gate.
   "Jesus Christ, was the Incredible Hulk here or something?" Several of
the decorative bars were bent and pushed into each other, looking like
cheap candles on a hot day.  She got closer and saw a heavyset but handsome
man in a dapper grey wool suit and black fedora.
   "G'day, you must be Charlotte.  I like your hair."
   Nobody had ever complimented her hair before.  The short black shock
wouldn't grow and she had sometimes been mistaken for a boy or a punk at
the grocery store.  She blushed and stood still - she especially liked
Australian accents.
   "What do you want?  You've wrecked our gate, now explain yourself.  You
seem awfully like a common thug to me... except for... um..." She weakly
indicated the bent iron.
   "Come here Charlotte," said the man quietly.
   She carefully strode closer, but was sure to stay well out of reach in
case he lunged.  He took off his hat and leaned against the bars casually.
   Charlotte could see his eyes better now.  They looked exactly like
Phaedra's eyes.  And how did he know her name?
   "Did you ever see a necklace like this?" He pulled out a gold charm on a
chain.  It was a complex series of interlocking lines.  A chill went down
her back.  It looked very similar to...
   "It's my good luck charm," he continued.  "I wear it 24/7, you know? 
Especially when I travel.  I hate to fly.  It keeps me safe... nothing can
happen to me if I wear it." He smiled and looked up, his long, dark
eyelashes framing his deep brown intelligent eyes.  She stared unabashedly
at him and the necklace.  He chuckled knowingly.  "Yeah, I figured you
might recognize this symbol, or it would at least look somewhat familiar to
you.  It's an old family symbol.  Very, very old, Charlotte.  Do you
understand what I'm saying?"
   She couldn't bring herself to speak for a while, then finally found her
voice.
   "But what are you doing here?  Why are you coming to see us?"
   "As I told your sister, I'd like to chat about our family breeding
businesses." His voice softened and he played with the necklace.  "It would
be nice to meet someone like myself for a change, you know?  Try and piece
together a little of my family history maybe... I just love geneaology." He
tried to sound conversational and looked for a reaction but she looked like
an animal in a car's headlights.  "I've researched your company for a long
time, Charlotte.  I keep careful records.  What about you... are you
working on the bears I ordered?  Personally?"
   She was beginning to sweat a little, but still had the sense to realize
that silence was far worse than an answer.
   "Yes," she whispered.
   He couldn't help himself... the man flashed a look at her belly then
quickly looked away.  "Ah... good, good.  I've just finished a job
involving a rare breed of sheep myself.  It was a lot of fun."
   Charlotte finally panicked.  "I have to go!" She ran back to the house
and slammed the front door, locking it behind her.  "He knows everything!"
she screamed.  "And holy fuck, he bent the hell out of the front gate with
his bare hands... he's not human!  He had this necklace on... it looked
almost exactly like our sigil... holy fuck, what if he busts the door
down??" She was panting and turning pale, sliding to the floor before her
legs wouldn't hold her.
   Krysta took in this news about the sigil and made up her mind.  "You go
tell mother that I'm letting him in."
   "WHAT????"
   "GO, Charlotte... goddamn, can't you follow directions?  Let me handle
this.  Go protect her." She pointed toward their mother's room and handed
Phaedra over, who was starting to sniffle with worry - she wasn't used to
angry yelling.
   Krysta steeled herself and opened the front door.  The man in the grey
wool suit was coming up the walk, about 15 feet away.  He had gotten inside
the gate.
   "So how much do you think a new gate will cost?" Krysta tried to open
things casually.
   "Hell, I dunno about exchange rates," laughed Mr.  DeFleur, taking off
his stylish fedora again.  Krysta saw his deep brown eyes.
   "That's an interesting choice of suit... you don't see too many grey
ones like that.  I like it... it reminds me of my sister's father."
   Catching the reference, he smiled.  "Yes, if my suspicions are correct,
you all have different fathers."
   "That's right." Krysta wasn't sure when it was going to hit the fan, or
how long they could both dance around what was becoming more and more
obvious to the both of them.  It was his turn.
   "Twins?" He nudged his chin toward her pregnant belly.
   "Four, actually."
   "Wow..." he said quietly.  "But where are my manners!" The man stuck out
his hand and said "Jason DeFleur, at your service."
   She shook his hand and retorted "At my... service, eh?  Tell me, Mr. 
DeFleur, what services do you provide?"
   Grinning, he kissed her hand and stroked her long fingernails with his
wide, strong fingers.  "All manner of stud services, my dear.  And please,
call me Jason."
   "Really... hmm... well let me show you around a bit." She strode past
the bedrooms and through the parlor to the breeding room.  She was
preparing to muster up the most bored-sounding speech about animal breeding
possible when he ran up to the cage.
   "There it is... my god..." He hung on the bars, leaning his head against
their cold hardness.  She could see that he was focused on the sigil
engraved in the floor.  She tried to keep her breathing even but it wasn't
working.
   "You know Jason, you're the first outsider to ever see this."
   He turned and wordlessly showed her his necklace.  It was almost
identical except for a few differences in the way the lines crossed over
each other.  There was no question now.
   "Are you..." she started but didn't know where to go from there.
   "My god... Krysta... I've wanted to see this symbol for so long... to
see if my theories were right.  I had to come here and know... I'm sorry
about your gate, but I knew you'd never let me in otherwise.  I'll pay for
all the damages, of course.  After all... we must be family in some way. 
Crikey... all these years..." Jason sat on the floor and began to weep.
   Krysta collapsed into one of the comfortable chairs, unable to sink down
beside him because of the size of her belly.  "Polar bear," she said
noncommittally to the nearly empty room.
   He turned around, still crying, and managed to say "elephant." Krysta
began to break down too, tears flowing down her cheeks.  It was over... the
isolation, the secrecy... a huge wave of relief and kinship washed over her
and she began to sob, her hand on her forehead, watching this new friend.
She'd never had a close friend in her life beyond her immediate family.
   "I kinda figured..." she eventually said after she blew her nose.  "You
know, you look so much like my sister Phaedra.  Your eyes are so similar."
   "That's the part I like best from me mum," he said, taking the tissues
she offered him.  "Well, that and being strong enough to bend iron... got
me out of a lot of scraps." He laughed.  Krysta smiled, running her long
fingernails through her short white hair.
   "I don't think I'm particularly strong," she said.  "But then I haven't
tried to wreck the gate, so I dunno.  You'd think I would be, right?"
   Jason grinned and nodded.  "We'll have to arm wrestle some time.  I just
don't want to hear any fucking `Elephant Man' jokes... I got enough of that
from my brothers when I was growing up."
   She grinned.  "How many brothers do you have?"
   "Four, plus my father, so there's five of us right now.  My youngest
brother is too young to mate still, so there's only four of us working." He
found himself staring at her beautiful pregnant belly.
   "Do you want to feel them?" She felt a twitch in her pussy at the
thought of him caressing her swollen womb.
   His brown eyes flew open.  "Are you serious?  Really?"
   She lifted up her blouse just a bit so that he could really feel her
skin.  A thin white stripe of fuzz ran from her navel down into her
maternity pants.  She jumped at the feeling of his warm, wide hands on her
belly.  He was soon rewarded with a few kicks from within, and he smiled up
at her.
   "Wow... this is incredible... you're so goddamn lucky.  Once my part is
over, that's it.  The mother gets all the fun after that - I get like five
or ten minutes tops.  Wow..." He simply couldn't take his hands or his eyes
off her belly.  She placed her pale hands on top of his and kept them
there.
   "This feels so good.  A man's touch.  I've never known it before...
you're so soft and warm and strong..."
   Minding his manners, he merely kissed her swollen shape and then stood
up.  "If you don't mind me asking... what kind of buns are in the oven
today?" He smiled winningly.
   "I don't mind.  It's a relief actually.  Have you ever heard of a `ghost
bear'?"
   "No... that's a new one on me."
   "They're very rare, a kind of white bear from the wilds of the Pacific
Northwest up into Alaska.  We have a contract with Canada for as many as we
can provide." She rubbed her belly, accidentally exposing her additional
pair of breasts.  He stared for a moment, shocked, then remembered his
manners.
   "Excuse me!  That was rude!" He looked away, anywhere but at what he
thought he'd seen.
   "No, it's okay.  It's normal for us.  I bet you didn't find out about
that in your research." Krysta smiled and slowly raised her blouse.  Jason
was unable to remove his eyes from the amazing sight... she really did have
four perfect, round, beautiful breasts.  He watched them fall and rise with
her breathing, and he wanted to suckle and squeeze the hardening nipples.
He felt something beginning to happen in his slacks.
   "So, um..." He turned back toward the cage and the sigil to distract
himself.  "No, I didn't figure on that... I just figured they took turns if
there were more than two at a time." He took off his hot wool jacket and
tossed it onto the chair next to him.
   "Milk lines... every mammal has milk lines that run the length of her
belly.  Human females just waste most of it." She smiled wickedly, rubbing
her hands over her multiple breasts and tweaking her own nipples while his
back was to her.  "It depends on how many there are in the litter.  If
there's five, you get six because they grow in pairs.  If there's eight,
you get eight.  I don't know what would happen if there were more... I
suppose enough to feed them all.  And they're permanent... once you've got
a new set, you have them forever.  That's a lot of milk, too." She thought
she saw his breathing quicken.  And was he... smelling the air...?  "Mother
has eight."
   He spun around and caught her fondling herself.  Krysta dropped her
blouse again out of feigned modesty, but not so quickly that she didn't
give him a good show.  His presence could be very interesting.  She wanted
to know what he felt like, no sigil needed.  Just the two of them in her
room.  Tonight.  Maybe even right now.  She licked her lips.
   She heard a small noise and noticed Charlotte in the doorway, eyes huge,
Phaedra on her hip.
   "I thought I told you to watch over Mother," said Krysta.
   "She told me to come out here." The younger sister watched the man
cautiously as if he might attack at any moment.  But he was captivated by
the toddler instead.
   "Well, will you look at that.  What a darling!  Hullo sweetheart..."
Charlotte backed up as he advanced toward them, but Krysta stopped her. 
Phaedra smiled at the stranger with her big brown eyes - she had taken to
him immediately.
   "It's okay, he's one of us."
   Charlotte stared at her sister.  "What the hell are you talking about?"
She was still trying not to let anything slip, and her mind was battling
itself as to whether his presence here was a good thing or a disaster.
   Krysta steeled herself.  They still hadn't directly said it.  "He's a
breeder.  Like us.  Only they have female animals and it goes the other way
around.  Poor guy," she looked at him, and he smiled back.
   "Yeah, you get months and months of pleasure out of the matings, and I
get about 10 minutes!" He laughed and Krysta joined him.
   "Isn't that pathetic?" They were roaring with laughter now, tears again
rolling down their cheeks, Charlotte staring at them like they were
complete loons.  Phaedra squealed loudly and clapped her pudgy hands
together.
   "Aw, but look at the sweet little thing.  Yeah, she's elephant all
right. Just look at dose widdle fingahs, yes!  And those sweet brown
eyes... just like my own mother's, I swear."
   Charlotte looked pale.  Krysta took the baby just in case her sister
lost her grasp (on both the situation and Phaedra) and began to bounce her.
She squealed again with delight.
   Suddenly Jason stopped smiling and turned to Krysta.  "But... it was
easy for my own mum... compared to her usual offspring I was barely a
twig... but Phaedra... how... that can't be possible... why would your
mother try it when it might not have turned out like the little baby here?
It would kill her!" Now it was his turn to get pale.
   "No... we put the sigil under the birthing beds and it keeps us safe,"
replied Charlotte quietly, finally feeling a little more confident.
   "But...  my dear, it's impossible for a human-sized woman to carry an
elephant!  Do you have any idea how huge and heavy they get?"
   Charlotte cleared her throat.  "Between 250 and 300 pounds at birth, and
roughly the size of a human man.  Or yourself." She couldn't help but crack
a tiny smile.  He grinned back, understanding her reference.
   "Well obviously you've done your homework.  But... say... where IS your
mother, anyway?  I especially wanted to meet the matriarch of the whole
affair."
   "In bed."
   "You don't say.  I thought that was a ruse."
   "There's a sigil under her bed."
   He slowly nodded, taking in this information but still not getting all
the information he needed.  "Okay, and why would that be?  Is she honestly
not feeling well?"
   "She feels great, actually.  `Never better' is what she tells us."
   Krysta took the reins.  He had to know.  "Will you excuse me for a
moment?  I'd like to check on her and see if she'd like a visitor.  She may
not in her current condition."
   She handed Phaedra to Jason and left an uncomfortable silence behind as
Charlotte had suddenly clammed up without her older sister's bravado to
help.  Krysta knocked on the door.
   "Mother... Mr.  DeFleur is here.  And... you're not going to believe it,
but he's one of us."
   Minerva, who was now about eight feet tall, was sitting up in bed with
the help of numerous pillows to cradle her and the enormous belly of her
pregnancy.  Even with her body growing larger, the elephant child inside
her was still a lot to handle.  It would be an interesting nine months
until the delivery.
   She listened to Krysta's entire story.  Twice.  She grasped her belly
and repositioned herself as best she could to get comfortable.  Finally,
after a silence that was beginning to make her daughter edgy, she spoke.
   "Send him in.  As an elephant's child himself, he will understand."
   Krysta smiled and ran back to the breeding room.  Her mouth flew open at
how well Jason and Charlotte were getting along - he was on his knees
before her, his hands all over her six (damn it!) tits, greedily suckling
one of the topmost nipples.  Charlotte's head was tipped back and she was
moaning softly.  Phaedra was content to play by herself in the corner where
her toys were kept.  Krysta smiled.
   "Fucking slut.  I had first dibs."
   Charlotte whipped her head around to see her sister laughing quietly,
then relaxed.  Jason got up, much to her disappointment, and looked a
little red-faced.
   "Well... there's a lot of pheromones in here.  You really should scrub
the cage better." He smiled sheepishly.
   "Really?  Are you joking, or can you really...?"
   "Yeah.  Makes it easy to tell when she's ready to accept me... then it's
an absolutely phenomenal experience... otherwise I'm just chasing her
around, and believe me, that's no way to make babies," he chuckled.
   "Well damn... I guess you guys have some advantages over us in some ways
then."
   He thought for a minute, then agreed.  "Yeah, I guess it does make up
for a few lovely months.  A little.  Well... not really.  But it is great.
I love the delicious scent of a female in estrus.  Like the rarest
perfume." He seemed to get a little lost in his own thoughts for a moment.
   Krysta took his arm.  "You know what else is great?  My mother wants to
see you.  She says you'll understand."
   They walked together toward her room.  "Understand... about what?"
   "Her condition.  See... after the one time she had to know what it would
be like." They reached her closed door.  "You might say that Phaedra was a
little disappointing in one important way..."
   Jason's eyes widened.  "Are you shitting me...?"
   "The sigil does amazing things, Mr.  LeFleur." Krysta slowly pushed the
door open.
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   End Part 2 
  
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