Chapter 60
Despite her protests, the second hand entered her, and Marie rolled on the floor. It felt bizarre, as if a giant spider was crawling around inside her belly. The rough and at times probing movements made saliva drip from her mouth.
“Huff, ugh, ah, ah.”
The sound of squelching echoed intimately. As the climax approached and the music swelled, Marie’s thin abdomen rose and fell dramatically. The Troupe Leader, noticing her struggle, commanded,
<Spread your legs.>
At first, Marie didn’t comprehend and didn’t comply, causing the monster to punch from within. Coughing violently from the shock, Marie was forced into an intense climax as the monster’s hands became even more explicit in their movements.
<So lascivious.>
A laugh echoed from somewhere.
But Marie was too overwhelmed, clutching her stomach and sobbing.
The Troupe Leader’s fingers were wriggling deep inside her, poking the innermost parts. Places that shouldn’t open were being pried apart. Or perhaps they were used to opening frequently. J had always restored her body, but the monsters would repeatedly leave her innards loosened and almost torn.
If this still brought more pleasure than pain, it might indicate that Marie’s body had evolved beyond human limits.
<Ah, it’s so tight in here. But Lady…>
His head rolled towards her, almost deliberately. His stitched lips brushed against her ear, the rough texture teasing her as the gramophone’s voice whispered.
<It’s opened.>
“…!”
The sensation was unmistakable. Though she was accustomed to being violated by monstrous c-cks or tentacles, it was pierced in one go. This methodical and gradual intrusion was new to her.
“Uh, uhh, ugh.”
The Troupe Leader’s hands were flexible. Like crafting a marionette, his hand flexibly adjusted and slipped into her womb. Whether this was possible because it was a dream, or because her body had evolved for s-x, Marie couldn’t tell.
<It’s so warm…>
As the Troupe Leader moved his hand inside her womb, he spoke.
Indeed, it was so. A tight, warm place embraced his fist.
<Ah, it feels so good. Lady. It’s so good that I want to stay here forever.>
“Uh, ah!”
Another hand entered. Marie was now holding two of the monster’s hands in her womb. The sensation of those hands moving was bizarre. Her stomach felt tight, it hurt, it felt good, and it was confusing.
<Let me repeat.>
While Marie was lost in the overwhelming sensation of being stretched inside.
<Sit down and spread your legs.>
The gramophone made the same request as before.
Marie, sweating, positioned herself to follow the instructions. Leaning her upper body against a seat in the audience, she sat on the floor and spread her legs, revealing a belly bulging with two hands inside.
<Perfect.>
The Troupe Leader rolled between her legs and pressed his stitched lips to her g***n. The rough feeling on her sensitive area sent shivers down her spine. Reflexively closing her thighs, Marie gagged as her uterus was struck and then opened her legs again.
<Now, Lady.>
“Ugh, huh. Hah.”
<Will you give birth me?>
“Huh…?”
At first, she didn’t understand. Marie looked at his head between her legs with a blank expression. Surely not. When she unconsciously murmured, he flashed his green eyes at her as if to confirm.
<My hands.>
“Ah.”
A completely different kind of shock hit Marie’s insides. Her mouth opened, and her legs and hips spread wide.
“Ah, ah! Ah!”
Her lower abdomen hurt. Unlike the smooth entrance, the Troupe Leader’s hands, now clenched into fists, were pressing downward, trying to come out.
“No, no, ah, ahhh!”
Instinctively, she tensed her abdomen. Marie screamed, not knowing if it was a moan or a wail, twisting her body. Her hands gripped the legs of the seat in the audience. Instinctively, guided by her genes, she assumed the optimal position to push out what was inside her belly.
“Huh, huh, hoo, hah, ahhh!”
Crying and pleading, Marie felt the hand in her uterus twist, opening her c-rvix. Already opened once, it allowed the forceful fist to push through, and Marie felt it slip out.
“Ah…”
Her entire body trembled.
Whether her body had changed or it was because it was a dream, it wasn’t that painful. It was just bearable, and that was the problem. The pain intense enough to make her break out in a cold sweat, followed by the liberating pleasure, felt more chilling.
Shhhh.
The fist tapped against her belly, and at the literal moment of ‘birth,’ Marie squirted, unable to hold back her urine.
Splat!
“Aaah!”
Her vision flashed as she lay there, dumbfounded. The hand that emerged smacked her slackened g***n harshly. The unexpected slap made her hips jerk.
“Why, why…”
<There’s still one more, isn’t there?>
The gramophone’s words snapped Marie back to her senses.
The monster reminded her of what she had forgotten by placing her cli–ris between its index and middle fingers.
<You can’t forget that you’re giving birth to twins.>
Then, it twisted the cli–ris held between its fingers.
The music grew louder.
Marie’s scream mixed into the ensemble like a new instrument.
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