This story is a product of Grav Id's twisted mind, to enjoy it fully you should either have a taste for fantasy, beatiful women, or pregnancy fetishes. Or all of them. Heh.

The Unseen

The old mansion towered into the dark sky above her as she made her way towards the old, wooden gate. Her long, dark dress slithered over the ancient causeway without making any sound, the only thing she could hear was her own, steady heartbeat and the distant fluttering of bats. The moon was full, and made her see her own reflection in one of the great windows. The sight made her smile, something she seldom did. She was satisfied with herself, her long, straight black hair framed her white face and hung over her shoulders while the moonlight revealed an ample cleavage, more white skin. It made her feel whole, and this place felt more like home than anywhere else, that she had never placed her feet at this place before did not seem to matter. She pulled open one of the ancient doors, and went inside.
	She was greeted by the sight of a great hall, with a large stairway leading up to the first flor. through the windows the moonlight shone, bathing her and the hall with a silvery light, and made her skin come alive with a soft glow. It welcomed her home, she thought, while her brown eyes scanned the richly ornamented room. Almost in a trance, she started up the big stairway. Her stairway, she though, while she affectionately stroked the finely engraved railing.
	Trough a door she went, and walked slowly down a long corridor while she amused herself looking in her reflection in the many mirrors she passed,  still embraced by her lifelong companion, the moon. She teased herself by stroking her hands down her body, rounding her hips and further down her long, welshaped and blinding white legs. Her beatiful, red lips opened in a false moan as she pleasured herself that way, and her teeth, white as polished marble, revealed another smile. Her second smile in two months. This place felt more right the more time she spent here.
	Her stroll stopped to a halt before a solid door at the end of the corridor. She gave the handle a light pull, and the door opened slowly, revealing a great bedroom. This had to be where the owner of the house once slept, she thought. Her third smile came when she realized the room belonged to her now. Idly, she walked to the beautiful, broad bed. Amazed by the fact that nothing had fallen victim to decades of disrepair, she pulled down the blanket that covered the window, letting her friend illuminate her bedroom in all its glory.
	She turned, looking puzzled at the closed door. She could not recall closing it. Then, suddenly, she felt something beatifully soft and warm touch her lips, almost as if the wery air had reached out and kissed her. She took an unwilling step backwards, toward the bed, while running her fingers over her tingling lips. A pair of unseen hands suddenly touched her, running a line down the sides of her body, like her dress was not there. She wrapped her hands around her, as if trying to shield herself, but she could not avoid taking another step bacwards, her thighs touching the bed. trapped. She fell backwards onto the bed as the air gave her a warm kiss on her neck, the hands supported her fall. She turned around and tried to crawl off, but something embraced her arms and gently turned her around to stand on her knees, face to face with nothing. The air embrace her again, and she felt a kiss that ticled down her spline and made her body shake, from terror, and something else, she could not decide. When she tried to push against her assailant, she lost her balance and fell backwards upon the pillows, her black hair spread out around her head like a smooth,black aura. 
	Defeated, she laid on the bed, trembling with feelings she had never felt before, terror and anticipation of what to come caused her first tears to slowly stream down her delicate features. She felt a weight pin down her arms, and a finger that stroked away her tears. She tried to move, but it was like someone was on top of her, kissing and biting her left ear. She kicked in the air, vainly trying to hit something, anything, but she could only feel the air solidify and spread her legs apart. She gasped as she felt something bite her left nipple, causing it to stiffen against her will. She yelped as the air moved to the right, giving it the same treatment. Looking down her body, she could see both nipples pressing against the fabric of her dress, standing impossibly erect upon her firm breasts.
	Her arms where pinned, lying unmovable on the bed, from a distance it bade her seem relaxed, and writhing a little, as from pleasure. Up close, her eyes where wide and her lips straining to make noise, but she could only make herself pant. She arched her slim body, trying to shake herself loose, as the air gently stroked her beautiful hair, as if soothing her. Something kissed her again, extinguishing the last of her frail strenght, and set her body tingling. The kiss went on, her lips pressed against something solid an at the same time soft, impossible sweet air filled her lungs as she breathed. She could not stop herself writhing again, this time from enjoiment. Her body responded no longer to her whim, but only to the gentle play from the air. The unseen hands massaged her neck, downwards, her breasts, and her belly, she could feel them stroking down her loins as she futilely tried to voice a protest, but all she could hear leave her lips, was a weak, yet inviting moan of pleasure. Genuine. Lost.
	She felt her legs spread wider, making room for something she could not see, but her belly fluttered with anticipation. Another kiss came, and this time she responded, yelping as she felt something penetrating her crotch. She was no virgin, yet an instant she could feel the air butt against a barrier, like this time was her first. She felt a flick of pain as the barrier broke, and arched as she got entered as far her physique admitted, and more. Something sucked her breasts, making them expand and fill her bodice to the limit, the nipples stiffened even more as the solid air in her crotch started moving. First like a gentle breze, then adding in speed as she threw her head back and forth, gasping from the treatment. She felt the tingling growing, amassing as her muscles tensed. The air thrusted a last time, and she entered a hurricane of plasure as the immense tension exploded inside her, making her squirm wildly on the bed as she felt herself being filled by a warm, liquid air.
	She finally stopped thrashing and gasping for air, and sat up against her pillows as she studied herself. Her dress was whole, still absorbing the soft moonlight, bur her bodice felt a little too thight. She loosed it a little, and registered at her nipples were still erect, it even felt like the tingling in her breasts intesified. Puzzled, she tried to rise, but an unexpected thightness in her stomach caused her to drop back on the pillows as she clutched her abdomen. She saw dark spots form on her dress, and felt her breasts throbb with her heartbeat, pounding on their prison. She loosed her bodice a little more, and discovered that her breasts felt so swollen because they were filling with rich, warm milk, the same milk that now dripped from her nipples. She could almost feel her hips expanding a little as she with her own eyes saw her lithe forms becoming a little more rounded, straining her dress some more. Her hands quikly moved from her breasts to her stomach as she saw her once flat belly becoming slightly curved. In the moonlight the lace in her bodice started to come apart as the two mounds of flesh below slowly became sperical, puffed up by the pressure inside them. She had to massage her breasts as they swelled, straining the seams of her bodice. They were perfectly sperical, and the milk now dribbled instead of dripping, soaking her clothing. A tighting sensation brought her eyes back to her belly, now more than just curved. She felt the fabric of her dress go taunt around her abdomen, as it grew outwards, filling her with a everbuilding pressure. She looked like she had swallowed one of her pillows, and was eating away on another. 
	As the seams of her dress finally gave away, and her white, distended navel shone through in the moonlight, the first sense of movement inside her whomb finally made her realize what was going on. The now football sized bump in her belly could only be one thing - the result of the life growing inside her. Her breast had grown large enough for her to taste her own milk, and she drank deeply, relished in the feeling of relieved strain in her leaking mounds. She pressed her hands on either side of her growing belly, urging the life to sprout faster in her fertile whomb, which it did. She gasped anew for air as her belly pushed though her dress, rapidly filling all of her abdomen. A ripping sound came to her ears as the bodice finally gave away, and milk started to flow down her cleavage. It looked as if a large beachball was inflating inside her, as her belly became more and more sperical, like her breasts. She could only spread her legs as her whomb swelled into every crevice of her body, and started outwards, now nearly as sperical as her bosom. She gritted her teeth as her skin grew taunt on her belly, but instead of pain, she felt pleasure. She arched her bach as her breasts reached their limit, but the flow of milk increased, the skin of her bosom made streching noises that resonated into her now fully beachball sized, growing belly. Her young moved inside her, and she stroked her straining, white skin, comforting them as her belly reached its limit, groaning, inevitably filling with impossible growt. She felt the hurricane coming closer, filling her once more with endless waves of ecstasy. She gave birth.

She straightened in her bed as her sons went out of her room, closing the door after them. She was tired, but she rarely needed sleep anymore. Out of habit, she tried to swing her naked feet out of the bed and sit up, but, as always, unseen hands embraced her brom behind, something kissed her neck tenderly. A part of her would shriek with terror, but most of her just moaned loudly as she laid herself back in the bed and spreading hed legs, already sensing the all familiar feeling of growt in her round breasts, warm, liquid air filling her crotch.                                                     

Grav Id             

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