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 The St.  Francis of Assisi Group Home (f/best, preg)
   by Dragonfly
   (Special Thanks to Steven W.  for the original "group home" idea)
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   Friday, March 24th
   Dear Mom and Dad,
   I'm doing fine at the girl's home, and this is an amazing facility.  We
must have a really great doctor to even know about it!  I'm here with 12
other young women at the moment, but sometimes there's more and sometimes
less, depending.  Sometimes there's older women who come in and need extra
help too, but right now we're all between 15 and 19 years old here at the
home.
   The food is really good, but yours is better, mom.  I'm not sure how
long I'll be here, or should I say we.  And I wish you guys could visit,
but you know the rules - strict quarantine, no visitors.  It's for the best
though, really, some of these girls are in pretty delicate health and their
babies are even more fragile, some of them.  I know you understand.  I look
forward to calling you more often when I can get a turn at the phone.
   Well anyway, they tell me the success rate is really high here (but I
guess you've been told that), so I've got my fingers crossed and my St. 
Gerard medallion on right now.  Couldn't hurt, I figure.  I've got a lot
more time to go, and I'll keep you posted on how I'm doing.  Say hello to
Roger for me, and don't forget to brush his mane, he really likes that. 
Give him some extra carrots for me.  Talk to you soon!
   Love,
   Charlotte
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   "Are you ever going to tell them the truth?"
   Charlotte just about jumped out of her skin from the sudden voice behind
her.  "Goddamn it, don't do that!  You're gonna give me a heart attack! 
And how long have you been reading my PERSONAL letter, anyway?" She turned
to glare at her best friend, who grinned.  "Long enough to see that you're
being vague on purpose again," replied Melissa, whose large, pregnant belly
brushed up against Charlotte's shoulder.  She rubbed it reflexively. 
Charlotte's eyes were drawn toward the movement and she sighed.
   "I wonder how big I'll get eventually," she said quietly and with a hint
of wonder in her voice.
   "Hell if I know, girlfriend.  You've got a lot of potential there,
though."
   Charlotte smiled, remembering what the ultrasound had revealed just a
few weeks earlier.
   "Now me," Melissa continued, rubbing her belly again, "I figure I've got
only a little bit more stretching to do considering what's in there, but
you never know.  The nurses say that all these things turn out
differently... no two alike, and all that." Charlotte admired her friend's
shape again, her enlarged womb matching the charts in the exam office for a
woman 2 weeks past her due date.
   "Christ, you know you want to," breathed Melissa, and placed one of
Charlotte's hands under her shirt so she could get a good feel.  Charlotte
closed her eyes and sighed heavily as she rubbed circles on the massive
belly, her breath becoming more rapid with each stroke and movement from
within.  Then she felt something else... two things, actually.  The first
was a wetness forming between her legs as she became excited from touching
Melissa's pregnancy, and the second was a small flutter in her own
grapefruit-sized belly.  She held her breath, and felt it a second time.
   "Wait... wait... I think... there's something moving in me." Her heart
skipped a beat as another twitch moved her womb.
   Melissa just smiled and moved to return the favor, reaching her hands
into Charlotte's pants and rubbing her small bulge.  The two closed their
eyes and rubbed each other for a long time before the dinner bell
interrupted what might have been.
   They entered the noisy dining hall and Charlotte grabbed a plate,
stepping up to the buffet.  Most of the dishes were vegetarian, especially
considering the clientele of the group home, but a few patrons required
meat dishes for the health of their growing youngsters, so there was a nice
variety to choose from.
   Girls of all shapes, sizes, and colors were filling their plates or
eating and chatting, only two of them sitting alone.  One was the youngest
girl, Kathleen, who was just 14 and seemed very nervous all the time under
her shock of red hair.  The other was the perpetually brooding Nirvana, the
raven-haired goth who wasn't just pregnant - the rest of her body was
undergoing changes as the months progressed as well.  Charlotte had gotten
up the nerve to try and talk to her a few days ago, but Nirvana had just
hissed menacingly, her newly forked tongue flicking between her sharply
pointed teeth in warning.
   Melissa nudged her and Charlotte realized she had been daydreaming while
gazing at Nirvana, who looked as though she now had a pretty good start at
a slender red and black tail.  Shaking her head to clear it, Charlotte
caught up with the rest of the line, placing some glazed carrots next to
the rice pilaf and herbed bread on her plate.
   Nestling into comfortable, oversized chairs with plenty of back support,
the two young ladies had just started eating when there was a commotion on
the other side of the room.  Kathleen had started crying again, and while
this was commonplace, the cause of it was not - her belly was suddenly
growing at an alarming rate, the buttons of her shirt flying in every
direction as they blew free of her blouse, her crying turning into a
shrieking wail that threatened to deafen everyone in the room as if she
were a banshee.  Nurses in white appeared as if from nowhere and escorted
the frantic, enlarging girl out of the room in a large wheelchair.
   "Nothing to be alarmed about," reassured the last of the nurses on her
way out the door.  "Seen it before with her type, she'll be okay." Everyone
shrugged and began eating again except for Nirvana who got an even darker
look on her already shadowed face as she glided out of the room, her tail
flicking like an agitated cat.
   "Wonder what's bugging Miss Sunshine," quipped Melissa as she sliced
into her rare tri-tip, the bloody juices running freely all over the plate
and into her rice pilaf.
   "Maybe she's scared."
   Melissa considered, then softened.  "Yeah, maybe.  She's got it the
worst, that's for sure.  Poor thing..." Melissa chuckled.  "That's what she
gets for invoking demons in her bedroom, eh?"
   Charlotte smiled sadly and began to enjoy her carrots, Nirvana's fate
forgotten for the most part but still in the back of her mind.
   Later that night, Charlotte admired herself in her room's full-length
mirror, a definite small bulge beginning to show itself in her lower belly,
the dark stripe leading from her navel to her pubic hair looking a bit
darker.  She felt another flutter from inside the bulge, and she rubbed her
smooth belly for a few minutes longer as she gazed.
   As she lay down on the bed, she thought back to what had gotten her here
in the first place.  She rubbed her belly again for a moment, then began
fingering herself lower as she remembered what it had been like.  He had
been so gentle with her, so loving.  She sighed and began playing with
herself a bit more fervently.
   Charlotte pretended that she were doing it all over again with him.  She
could see her breath in the chilly morning air, the warmth of the barn, the
smell of fresh bedding and alfalfa, the scent of his body next to hers. 
She had trained herself to be his lover, and it had taken her months to be
ready.  Over and over again she had practiced with her stolen toys - first
using carrots, then cucumbers, then ears of corn, then larger and larger
bottles until she was large enough for him.  Because he was certainly large
enough for her.
   She rubbed her clit harder and harder, her breath ragged as she thought
of making love to him for the first time.  She played with his penis at
first, just to get him ready, but he seemed to know exactly what she
wanted. She laid a blanket down on some bales of hay as he nuzzled her,
then she readied herself as she laid down on her stomach so that he could
mount her.
   He did not disappoint.  He ran his velvet lips all over her back and
shoulders, gently caressing her as the steam rose from his back, then he
carefully touched the head of himself to her waiting slit.  She gasped with
the sensation, then she pushed back, encouraging him.  He responded,
slowly, gently pushing his tremendous, mushroom-shaped dick into her.
   Charlotte moaned in her room as she had moaned then, feeling the huge
shape force her pussy wide with its girth, feeling the size of her flesh
fulfilling all her fantasies and more.  She rocked backward onto him,
pushing more and more of it inside herself, and he began bucking slightly
to get his cock even deeper inside his lover, grunting with animal lust as
he did so.
   She came then, cries of wonderment and orgasm echoing throughout her
room and the barn both, twin moments in time becoming as one in her mind.
Her stud grunted again and, feeling her pussy muscles spasming around his
huge cock, he shoved forward and back, half dragging her off the bales as
he released his pleasure within her, flooding her stretched cunt with shot
after shot of hot cum, their sex scenting the air, steam coming from their
union and from their bodies in the frigid barn.
   He began to back away, but she grabbed him and clenched her pussy
muscles, urging him to stay within her for a while longer.  He gladly
obliged, and they slowly rocked back and forth for some time, his huge
penis moving inside her ravaged slit.  Finally, her legs began to weaken
and they were forced to resume their places, Charlotte freely letting the
warm jism run down her legs as she hugged her lover's neck.
   "Oh god, Roger," she breathed.  "That was the best fucking of my life.
And I can't wait to do it again." Then she curried his fur and brushed and
braided his mane, a satisfied look deep down in his gentle, brown,
intelligent equine eyes.
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   A month went by, and Melissa was larger than ever.  She strutted around
Charlotte's room, her dress abandoned for a better show.  By now she was
forced to help support her belly with her hands when she didn't use the
brace the nurses had given her to wear, and she couldn't have been prouder.
The girls were often in each others' rooms giving each other pleasure with
fingers and tongues, a common occurrence in the group home where the staff
were known to appear from broom closets looking a bit disheveled
themselves.
   Suddenly a flash of concern flew across Melissa's face, her eyebrows
knitting.  "What the...?"
   A trickle of fluid came from between her legs, and both of the girls
looked at each other.  Melissa just stood there with a blank expression as
Charlotte ran and pushed the red button on the wall.  Then the pangs began.
   Several nurses rushed into the room and Melissa turned to them.  "I
think it's coming," was all she managed to squeak out before they whisked
her out of the room in a towel-lined wheelchair.  Then, just as suddenly as
it had all happened, Charlotte was alone in her room, the door clicking
shut before her.
   She stood there for a few minutes, not knowing what to do, then took a
deep breath and decided to catch up with her schoolwork.  The private tutor
would be by the home in a few hours and she needed to get her math
assignment done.  But she couldn't think straight.  She got out her books
and eased into her chair, her growing form bumping into the desk.  She
frowned at her belly, then scooted the chair back a few inches.  She picked
up a pencil and tapped it on her forehead a few times, then sighed and
looked at the clock.  As much as she tried to forget what was happening, it
simply wasn't working.
   Charlotte began pacing the floor a bit, her eyes flicking up to the
clock as if that would help the hands move faster.  One hour.  Two hours.
Three hours.  Four hours.  And still no news about Melissa.  The lunch bell
chimed, but Charlotte wasn't hungry.  Another hour went by.
   Boredom began to set in.  She couldn't keep her mind on her schoolwork
to save her life, but neither could she continue to watch the clock.  Her
mind began to wander and she thought about Melissa's enormous, pregnant
belly.  Her pussy tingled a bit at the thought of it, and she closed her
eyes and pretended to rub it.  Then she rubbed her own pregnancy, now about
the size of a cantaloupe.  She had been feeling small movements in the past
few weeks, the tiny kicks of her child to be.
   But what sort of child would it be?  The ultrasound had showed something
vague, but definitely not human.  Or fully human.  It was really hard to
tell because the thing had still been so small and the picture so grainy.
But there were multiple limbs, and what could have been a face... or a
snout?
   Charlotte sighed and rubbed her belly again, then moved to the mirror
for a better look.  She stripped off her roomy blouse and jeans with the
stretch panel in the front, then finally removed her underwear and bra. 
Her pert breasts looked somewhat more rounded... her pregnant belly was
pushing outward nicely, especially in profile... and the dark stripe on her
belly looked a little fuzzier.  The nurses assured her that normal
pregnancies sometimes did that too, so she simply shrugged and ran her
hands all over herself.  Especially all over her mound and into her moist
slit.
   After she frigged herself to orgasm, she took a shower and then looked
at the time again.  Only another hour had passed.  Would they tell her what
had happened?  "Probably not, dumbshit... it's not like you're next of kin
or something," she said out loud to herself.  She dressed again and headed
for the front desk where the sweet lady that stopped uninvited visitors
from coming in always sat.
   "I'd like to know how Melissa's doing, please."
   The woman stared at her blankly, then shook her head as she flipped
through a few computer screens.
   "Melissa?  You know... Melissa Cooper?" A moment of panic shot through
Charlotte's brain.  Didn't they have a record of her?
   "Oh, yes... here it is.  Sorry about that." The receptionist smiled
warmly.  "Sorry, she's still in the delivery room.  But last I heard she
was most of the way through it and doing just fine."
   Charlotte sighed with relief, then slowly made her way to the rec room.
It was quiet, probably because the weather outside was so lovely and there
was not much on TV at the moment, and that suited her just fine.  She
plopped down into an overstuffed armchair, her growing belly forcing her to
sit back more than she was accustomed to.  She looked down at herself and
rubbed it, not really knowing why it felt good to rub her bulge, but
noticing that most of the other girls usually did the same thing.  "Must be
a preggo thing," she thought.
   Several magazines and a large amount of tiny fetal kicks later (she had
begun counting them and keeping the number on a chart in her pocket), a
nurse came in to the room.
   "You were asking about Melissa?"
   Charlotte tried to stand up quickly but her belly sabotaged her.
   "It's okay, she's fine.  And her... um... baby is fine too."
   The pause before "baby" threw her, then Charlotte realized that it
wasn't an indicator of trouble, it was simply the nurse trying to find the
right word.  She was the newest nurse, so she could be forgiven for the
accidental slight against Melissa's child.
   "Can I see her?  I mean, them?" Charlotte made her way out of the chair
at last with the young nurse's help and, she noted secretly, with an
appreciative glace from her too.
   "Yes... she's already asked for you.  You can see Melissa for a few
minutes, and her baby is in the nursery for an initial check up.  It's
really a wild one!" The nurse laughed.  "You can see him... or her... um,
we're not sure which it is yet..." she laughed again, "through the nursery
window."
   Charlotte walked quickly down the hall (they were not allowed to run in
the home) and came up to the thick plate glass window.  She looked, but all
she could see were large, empty beds.  Scanning carefully, she finally
spotted a rumpled blanket in one of them which seemed to be rising up and
down slowly in time to sleepy breathing.  "They must have sedated it," she
thought with disappointment.
   Leaning her head against the glass she sighed, wishing she could see it,
when a reddish purple snout poked out from under the white blanket, then
the clawed hands lazily pushed the fabric away as the newborn dragon turned
over in its sleep.
   "Wow..."
   She stared at the beautiful, shimmering, jewel-like scales for a long
time, then, as if waking from a dream she remembered her friend.  Charlotte
gasped, somewhat ashamed of herself, and quickly strode to the recovery
room.  A flutter and small kick from within her own belly made her tingle
all over.
   The door was open, but Melissa looked asleep.  A nurse sat nearby her,
reading a book.
   "Um... excuse me?"
   The nurse looked up and waved her inside the room.  "She's really tired
from her long labor, but she may be awake enough to say hello for a few
minutes."
   As soon as she reached the bedside, she noticed how pale Melissa looked,
but her friend opened her eyes sleepily and smiled.
   "Wow, what a wild ride that was, girlfriend."
   Charlotte grinned back and held Melissa's hand.  They said nothing for a
long time, then finally Melissa sighed.  "I can't wait to hold him in my
arms.  Did you see him?"
   "Yeah, he's so beautiful!  That's so great... I wonder how big he'll
get. And how do you know it's a boy anyway?"
   Melissa smiled again.  "He told me.  In my head," she pointed to her
temple for emphasis.  "I thought I was hearing something the last few
weeks, but it wasn't until he was actually out that I really heard him
speaking to me.  It was kind of weird, but sorta not weird... I know that
makes no sense." She laughed weakly.
   Charlotte looked at her with wonder.  Would she have the same connection
to her own child?
   "Well sweetie, I gotta get some more sleep.  You two go take care of
yourselves." Melissa gently touched her friend's enlarging belly and the
two sighed at the same time.
   "Okay... see you soon.  You know where to find me," Charlotte laughed.
   Making her way back to her room, she saw the tutor just leaving and
realized she'd missed her lessons for the day.  Just then, the dinner bell
rang and she headed off to eat, her appetite restored.
   It was strange to be filling up her plate without Melissa there, and she
sat with two of the other girls in order to gossip about Melissa's child.
Brandi, a pretty black girl with green eyes and freckles, had been there
for about a month and wasn't showing much yet.  Mudra, on the other hand,
had been there almost a year and was incredibly huge, her olive-skinned
belly so distended that she had to sit sideways in order to reach the
table. After they had eaten their dinners, Brandi helped Mudra navigate the
dining room in her wheelchair and they all said goodbye until later. 
Charlotte couldn't stop looking at Mudra's pregnancy... would she get that
big?  Would she carry the baby the human time of nine months or... would it
be longer?
   The next few months saw Melissa and her dragon child off to a sanctuary
in Tibet, and Charlotte missed her terribly.  By now Charlotte was becoming
fairly large, looking as though she had been through a beach ball fucking
accident.  It was getting interesting trying to get up from chairs, but she
found new positions for her legs to get the most leverage.
   Other than missing Melissa, the only other real news of note was the
birth of Mudra's baby after an amazing 15 months, and the dramatic time
that Father Ramon visited to assist with Nirvana's birth, the lights
dimming and flickering off and on the entire time, which made Charlotte's
skin crawl because she could guess what was happening in the delivery room.
After Nirvana's skin had become jet black and her eyes turned a glowing
red, she had been isolated for everyone's protection.  Her huge bat wings
were becoming a nuisance anyway.
   Charlotte's baby within was kicking almost constantly, but especially in
the evenings.  Sometimes Charlotte would stand in her room naked, gazing at
her ever-growing belly, rubbing her tight, soft, rounded flesh.  Sometimes
she would kneel on the bed and finger herself, turned on by her own
pregnant size and shape.  She relived her experiences with Roger over and
over in her mind, her orgasms shuddering her entire body and especially her
swollen womb.
   After eight months, she was restricted to a wheelchair most of the time
because of her tremendous size, and she too had to sit sideways in the
dining hall in order to reach her food.  Thoughts of Mudra's 15 month
pregnancy echoed in her mind, especially when she felt the growing shape
inside herself kick and twist with life.  She wondered how much larger she
could become, how much longer she would hold the baby in her belly.
   At 11 months, Charlotte could no longer stand from the sheer size and
weight of her belly.  She was forced to go barefoot and wear tent-like
dresses when going to the dining room, and the nurses came each evening to
give her sponge baths.  She especially relished it when they washed her
pussy mound, and they obliged happily, sometimes bringing her to orgasm as
they kissed and licked her tremendous belly and others came in to watch and
masturbate.  Sometimes they even drank the milk from her huge, full
breasts. Life was good.
   Finally, after almost a year of carrying the enormous fetus within, she
felt a trickle of fluid run between her legs and a sharp pain in her
cervix. Labor had begun.
   She pushed the red button in her room as if in a dream, and the nurses
took her on a specially-designed gurney, the halls seeming to float by as
she glided to the delivery room.  It was understood from the beginning that
this would be no ordinary delivery, so Charlotte was put under for the
cesarean section birth.  When she awoke it was as if no time had passed,
but she felt lighter and was laying on her back for the first time in at
least two months.  She looked down groggily and realized she was much
smaller - only the size of a normal term pregnancy now, she noted with
disappointment.  She knew it wouldn't last, however, and whether because of
the loss of her pregnant belly or because of the heightened emotions of the
event she'd just gone through, or maybe even because of the sedatives, she
began to cry.
   A kind nurse came into the room and comforted her, apologizing for
having stepped out momentarily.
   "Dear, would you like to see your baby son?"
   Charlotte, still in a daze, nodded and reached for a tissue.  The nurse
left again.
   Returning a few minutes later with one of the large baby beds (they were
on wheels for this reason), the nurse hefted a large, blanket-wrapped form
onto the extra-wide bed next to Charlotte.  Peeking out of the top was the
cherubic face of an infant, plump cheeks crowned by wisps of pale blonde
hair, fat hands reaching randomly around, eyes unable to focus just yet.
   She brushed her hand over the soft little head, then began unwrapping
the rest of his body so that she could see him.  She was not disappointed.
Just below his chest, the golden fur began, and she cried with delight and
joy as two perfect, tiny horse hooves poked out from inside the blanket. 
The nurse helped to unwrap him completely, and Charlotte carefully
positioned her son so that he could nurse on her ample breasts as she
stroked his body, his fuzzy little horse tail flicking back and forth as he
suckled.
   "He's the most beautiful little centaur we've ever seen," beamed the
nurse.
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   The End 
  
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