"Ugh, I did come here, but what should I do? Should I go in or not?"
A slightly chubby woman kept muttering to herself anxiously in front of a massive, imposing palace. Her voice trembled as she paced back and forth on the polished stone. "I should have told my husband. No, no, no, he would surely not allow me, and then we would have to pay the price. I can do it. Just be fast. But what if… aghh!"
She smoothed down her outfit, her hands shaking. She was wearing high-waisted white pants that were tight and glossy, hugging her big hips and thighs. A wide gold belt with a heart buckle sat low on her chubby waist, glinting in the light. A sexy white bra top covered her huge breasts, creating a deep cleavage and leaving her shoulders naked except for a single strap. Unattached sleeves extended from her elbow to her upper arm and from her wrist below, held in place by golden straps of cloth tightly tied around her skin. Around her neck, she wore a golden choker with a heart-shaped locket that bounced against her collarbone with every nervous breath.
"Hey, you woman! What are you doing here?" one of the guards asked angrily, stepping forward with his hand on his weapon. "Are you here to meet Mr. Grankell?"
"Ah, yes, yes, I am," she replied, her voice jumping an octave. "My name is Evangeline Wilson. I was told by Mr. Kane Cox to come here and meet Mr. Grankell Parmesarson." Miss Eva bowed slightly, her heart hammering against her ribs.
"Oh, Miss Evangeline. Yes, yes. We were already informed," the guard's tone shifted from aggression to a chilling sort of politeness. "Please go inside; the maid will take you to meet him."
"Yes, thank you." She bowed again, her eyes cast downward, and walked quickly inside the grand foyer.
Behind her, the guards shared a nasty look. "Kekek, did you see her body?" one whispered, his eyes roaming over her retreating figure. "Oh, I guess our Leader is going to have another woman in his grasp, hahah." The guards laughed loudly as they checked her back lewdly, their eyes lingering on the curve of her hips.
Aghh! Miss Eva heard the crude laughter echoing through the hall. Her skin crawled, but she kept moving, walking slowly yet resolutely forward into the heart of the palace.
After a bit of time, she found herself waiting in a lavishly decorated room, her mind racing.
"Miss Evangeline, sorry to keep you waiting. It's nice to meet you."
The deep, gravelly voice startled Miss Eva, who had been lost in a daze of fear. Calming herself down, she stood up and turned around, her breath catching in her throat.
Huh! Why is he so huge? I am already considered a bit big on the women's side, but he is a giant of a man. Agh, can I really do it! Miss Eva looked up at the 5th Rock Leader, feeling small for the first time in her life. She forced a polite smile and bowed. "Mr. Grankell, it's an honour meeting you. I came here to enjoy the ceremony, but somehow got a lifetime opportunity. I am truly grateful for your help, Mr. Grankell," she said, trying to sound elegant despite the sweat slicking her palms.
"Hmm, don't worry about the small things, Miss Evangeline," Grankell said, his voice oily. He smiled evilly, his eyes dropping to the strip of soft skin peeking from her belly between her high-waisted smooth pants and her bra top. "Why not you come with me and I will show you how I can fix your beautiful belly?"
"Yes, please lead the way, Mr. Grankell." Miss Eva smiled back, but the sheer weight of her nervousness was making her break out in a cold sweat.
When should I do it? Now? But where should I bite? She watched him as they walked. He was wearing a heavy, full two-layer suit that covered almost everything. Only his hand is visible. I should somehow get close to him. She moved closer to his side, her mind spinning with a desperate plan.
He led her to a large table covered with a thick red cloth. Grankell turned, seeing how close she had stepped. He smiled, his massive, fat belly bumping against her body as he closed the gap. He reached out, sliding a heavy hand behind her naked back, his palm hot against her skin.
"Please, Miss Evangeline, see for yourself."
Aghh! Miss Eva felt a wave of Revulsion. She uncomfortably made some distance, slipping toward the table. With a sharp WHOOSHH, she yanked the cloth away.
"KYAYAAAAA!!" She instantly turned her head sideways and screamed, her hands flying to her face.
The table was covered in strange, twisted soft toys and surgical-looking instruments.
"Hmm, what happened?" Grankell asked, his voice low and mocking. "Oh, this! You must have played with these toys before, right? These little things will be perfect to OPEENN UUPP YOOUURR INNNEEERRR!!"
Before she could run, Grankell stepped behind her. He slammed his huge palm onto her shoulder, gripping her bone tightly and turning her around forcibly to face him.
"Aghh!! Mr. Grankell, I didn't come here for this!" Miss Eva shouted, her voice cracking as she tried to maintain her cover.
"Oh, is that so?" Grankell ducked down until they were eye-to-eye. Miss Eva only came up to his shoulders, but he leaned in until his breath was hot on her face. He grabbed her trembling body, his fingers digging into her arms. "Then why did you come here??? To KILLL MMEEE?? KEKEKEKKEKEK."
He laughed crazily, a sound that shook his entire massive frame, and shoved her backward. Her hips hit the edge of the table, and he pushed until she was forced to sit among the cold yet soft toys.
"Aahh!!! Mr. Grankell, no! What do you mean? I just came here to see if..."
"SHUUTTT UPPP!! I don't want to hear your nonsense," he roared, his face turning a dark shade of red. "That Kane is just a stupid brat who thinks everyone is as dumb as he is. He clearly sees me as a threat if he wants to control the city. HE WILLINGLY WANTED to give me his desired woman, hahahaha! No real man can do that. Even womanizers like us can't just give our women to others. Of course, a one-time woman is fine, I guess. Kekeke."
He began to rub her naked shoulders, his eyes tracking over her like a predator watching trapped prey. "As people say, two beasts can't live in the same jungle. Miss Evangeline... Tell me, how does a cute woman like you want to kill me!"
Shit! I have to get out of here. Tears began to prick at Miss Eva's eyes, blurring her vision.
"Mr. Grankell, please don't hurt me. I am not here to do anything to you. Please let me go." She tried to push his heavy hand away from her shoulder, struggling to stand up and reach the door.
But Grankell was too fast. He grabbed her shoulder again, pulling her back toward him. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "FINE, FINE. JUST FOR A MOMENT, I WILL BELIEVE YOU. BUT WHY NOT SEE SOMETHING BEFORE YOU GO? CLAAPPPP!! COME INSIDE, MY WOMEN!!"
CREEEAKKK!! The heavy doors at the end of the room groaned open. A line of women filed inside—women of all sizes, colors, and ages, dressed in various outfits. Seeing them, Miss Eva's breath hitched. She pressed her hands over her mouth to stifle a sob. She wanted to look away, but her eyes were glued to them in horror.
Grankell leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. "See that? Those are my women. Can you see their beautiful bellies? Yes, yes! They are carrying my children! Hahhahah! Isn't that amazing, Miss Evangeline? There is the proof that I could make any lady out there pregnant."
He paused, reaching onto the table and picking up a long, realistic toy shaped like a penis. He pressed the cold material against her cheek with one hand, while his other hand slid around her waist to cup her belly from behind. He looked at one of the heavily pregnant ladies. "Come here and let Miss Evangeline feel our baby."
The woman obeyed, walking forward with a hollow look in her eyes and standing right in front of them.
"TOUCH IT. FEEL IT. YOU WANT THOSE, RIGHT? FEEL THE BABY INSIDE, MISSS EVVAANNNGGEELIINNEEE!!"
"AGHH, SOBB, SOOBB! I... I..."
Miss Evangeline was broken. She was so overwhelmed she didn't even notice Grankell's hand squeezing her stomach or the toy poking her face. Her focus was entirely on the life in front of her. She slowly reached out, her fingers trembling, and touched the woman's rounded belly.
DHUP DHUP!
"AH! I could feel the baby! I could feel the baby!" Miss Evangeline cried out, the sound tore from her throat. "Aaahhhh, SOBB, SOBB! Where is my baby!"
She bent down, her body racking with sobs as she tried to curl into herself. As she doubled over, her hip accidentally brushed against the bulge in Grankell's trousers. The sudden contact made her gasp, and she stood up abruptly, trying to regain her senses.
"Mr. Grankell, I... I..."
"WHAT IF THE PROBLEM IS IN YOUR HUSBAND?" Grankell said, a cruel smirk spreading across his face as he stood behind her.
"Huh!!" Miss Evangeline's mind went completely blank. Her eyes lost focus, staring at nothing. It felt as if the air had left the room; she couldn't breathe as his words began to sink in like venom.
"YES, YOU HEARD ME RIGHT! YOU HAVE TRIED FOR SO MANY YEARS, YET NOTHING HAS HAPPENED, RIGHT? HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT IT'S HIS FAULT?" He squeezed her belly firmly, molding her flesh in his hand. "Sure, he could have a great, healthy body and produce enough white juice of his to fill your womb, BUTTT that doesn't mean he isn't the problem. THE QUALITY MATTERS, MISS EVANGELINE!!"
He turned her around to face him. He took the toy and pressed it against her lips, silencing her. "AND ARE YOU SURE HE IS NOT CHEATING ON YOU? KEKEKE. He probably thinks you are the problem, so he must have slept with other women. If he is the problem, then he would have slept with many women already and you wouldn't ever know. If not, then he must have a SEECCREEETTTT BABBBYY ALLREEADDYY!!!"
Grankell pulled the dazed Evangeline into a tight embrace, his massive arms wrapping around her. "Try me, Evangeline. You have seen so many women pregnant, right? Maybe, just maybe... YOU ARE THE NEXT ONE!" he whispered.
My husband already has a baby? Her thoughts were a chaotic mess. Then why is he with me? Is he playing with me? He did say my belly doesn't have any baby. He doesn't love me. Yes, he already has a baby with another bitch. I am just alone, completely alone. He slept with many women, I know. He is bad. Aghh!! Miss Eva was in deep shock, her lips moving as she muttered things that even she didn't understand.
"Yes, yes, he is bad. Now DO YOU WANT A BABY OR NOT??" Grankell smiled evilly, turning her to face him fully.
"Yes... I WANT IT! I WANT A BABY!!" Miss Eva said, her voice sounding hollow, like she was in a trance.
"GOOD, GOOD. RIGHT CHOICE. NOW STRIPPP. I want to see if your body is suitable for a baby or not, and I also have to check you for any weapons since I don't really trust you. Miss Evangeline, Let me see YOUR BODY!!!" Grankell stepped back, his eyes dark with lust as he licked the toy with his tongue.
"Huh! Yes, Mr. Grankell, I don't plan to kill you!!! Here, see."
In her daze, Miss Evangeline's fingers went to her top. She slowly removed the bra top, her beautiful, big breasts spilling out into the air. "See, Mr. Grankell, nothing is here."
"Heheh, yes, yes, nothing. Still, there is more left, hehe," Grankell chuckled, stepping forward.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Grankell, here."
Evangeline stripped off her high-waisted pants and her panties, letting them fall to the floor. Her naked body made Grankell's bulge strain against his clothes. He quickly stripped himself, his massive, naked body looming over her. He moved in close, his Cock brushing against her belly while his fat stomach pressed into her breasts. He took the toy and began to use it on her, moving in and out inside her mouth and grind his cock on her hips. "Aghh, aahh, mmr, aaaa, aaaa."
While rubbing himself against her, he leaned down. "DO YOU WANT A BABY, MISS EVANGELINE? TELL ME, A HEALTHY BABY? Just tell your husband you found a cure, or say that he was in the wrong all the time. SO DO YOU WANT IT OR NOT?"
He pulled the toy out of her mouth, causing her to cough and gasp for air.
Miss Eva's mind was screaming one word: BABY.
"I WANT IT! I WANT IT!" she cried out. "Yes, Mr. Grankell, give me a baby. I want A BABBYY!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls as she felt his hardness against her skin.
"Yes, good woman. Now go to bed and spread your pussy. Let me put a baby inside, hehe."
Miss Evangeline, moving like a puppet on strings, went to the bed. She laid on her back, opening her legs wide. "Please, Mr. Grankell!!" she called out, her chest heaving up and down with heavy, ragged breaths.
Grankell approached, touching her crotch with the toy. He grabbed her leg, lifting it toward his face, and ran his tongue along her skin. SLLURRPP!! "Good girl!!"
Suddenly, a voice echoed in the back of her mind—a memory, soft and pure.
"I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!"
Huh! What!
"I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU! I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU! I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!"
"Agghhh, huh! What? Where am I?"
Eva's eyes snapped into focus. She gasped, her lungs burning. The fog in her mind cleared in a sudden, violent burst. She saw her naked body on the bed, and she saw Grankell's head between her legs, licking her feet.
What! What!!! I... I... No, no, no, no, I don't want this! Panic exploded in her chest. Remembering exactly where she was and what she was doing, she suddenly lurched upward, scrambling out of Grankell's grasp. She scrambled to the far end of the bed, curling into a ball and covering her nakedness with her arms.
"Hmm, Mr. Grankell, sorry, I changed my mind," she stammered, her voice high and frantic. "I will go now. I don't have any weapons, so I will take my leave. Thank you for everything."
She scrambled off the bed, her feet hitting the floor as she tried to reach for her clothes, but—THUPP!
"Miss Evangeline, you can't leave now," Grankell growled.
He lunged forward and grabbed her shoulder. With a massive WHOOOSHH, he swung his arm, and THUMMPPP! He threw her back onto the bed. Before she could roll away, he climbed on top, his heavy hand clamping down around her neck, pinning her down.
"Agghhhh, you wa... agghh, what are you AKKK AAA DOINGGG!!!!" Miss Eva roared, clawing at his arm.
"SHUT UP you filthy woman!" Grankell spat, his face inches from hers. "CAN'T EVEN BIRTH ANYONE, USELESS BITCH! JUST LAY DOWN AND LET ME HAVE FUN. I WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU IF YOU WERE SENT TO ASSASSINATE, BUT I WILL LET YOU BECOME MY WOMAN HEHE. YOU HAVE A GOOD BODY, MY HANDS COULD FEEL A GOOD BREAST AFTER A LONG TIME, HEHEHE."
He pressed his weight into her, resting himself against her crotch while his other hand reached for her breast.
Ugghh!! NO NO NO! MY HUSBAND ONLY! NO NO!! Eva's mind screamed with a ferocity she didn't know she possessed.
As Grankell's fingers were about to close around her, she found a sudden surge of strength. With a desperate push - RUFFLE SLLRR! , she wiggled her body backward. The movement caught Grankell off guard, making him tilt too far forward and lose his balance. His grip on her neck loosened for just a fraction of a second.
KAACCCKKKK!!!
Eva lunged forward and bit down on Grankell's hand with everything she had. Her teeth sank deep into his flesh, and she felt the hidden poison from her mouth flow directly into his bloodstream.
"AAGGHHHHHH YOOUUU BIITCHHHHH!!!!"
Grankell roared in pure agony, clutching his hand as he staggered violently away from her. He bumped into his pregnant wives, who watched in silent shock.
"Aghh, aghh!" Grankell groaned. Within seconds, his hand began to turn a sickly shade of green and purple, the flesh deforming and bulging.
"Hugg, huff, huff!" Miss Eva didn't wait to see more. She scrambled off the bed, grabbed her clothes, and threw them on in a blur of motion. She bolted toward the door. As she crossed the threshold, she turned back and screamed with all her might:
"MYY HUUSSBBAANNDD WIILL ALLLWWAAYSS LLOOOVEEE MMEEE!!!"
She turned and ran as fast as her legs could carry her through the palace corridors.
"Agh, that bitch! I will not spare her!" Grankell snarled, trying to push himself off the floor to give chase. But his way was blocked. "Ah! What are you doing? Movvee!!!" he roared at the pregnant women standing in a line before him.
"MR. GRANKELL, YOU FAILED TO CONTROL HER."
The lead woman spoke, her voice cold. She raised a hand and dropped a glass globe. TANGG SHATTERRR! The glass exploded on the floor, and a faint, shimmering remnant of energy vanished into the air. "WE HAVE HELPED YOU, BUT IF YOU WANT TO GET HER, THEN YOU HAVE TO KILL US!!"
The woman roared, and the others behind her nodded, tears streaming down their faces but their stances firm.
"!! Agh, you bitches, just wait! When those little things come out of you, then I will kill you!!" ACKK! Grankell roared in frustration and pain. He turned and stumbled into another room, slamming the door shut and locking it tight. A weird, pungent smell began to waft from under the door, making the women choke and cover their noses as they slowly retreated.
"Huff, huff. I didn't cheat, husband. I didn't cheat."
Miss Eva ran out of the palace gates, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I have done the task. Now we can go back. Yes, we can go back to our house. Huff, huff."
She reached her board, activated it, and flew away, leaving the 5th Rock behind her as a shrinking shadow in the distance.
Agh, but why do I feel weird? Miss Eva thought as she flew, her hands clenching her belly tightly. She looked down at her stomach, her eyes misty. "Yes... you guys are my husbands... don't worry. Mommy will not do it ever again. I am sorry!..."
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Author Blabbering
How far are we truly willing to go to achieve our dreams, our ambitions, or something that deeply matters to us?
People often throw around simple yet uncomfortable questions: Would you sleep with someone for millions of dollars? Would you hurt another person if it meant saving the life of someone you love? These questions may sound hypothetical, but they force us to confront our values. They reveal the invisible line each of us draws—where desire, fear, morality, and survival collide.
There are people who would betray others without hesitation if it guaranteed profit or success. They might go on to live comfortable, even admirable lives in the eyes of society. Meanwhile, someone else—who refuses to cross that line—may struggle, suffer, or fall behind. This raises a disturbing question: Is that fair?
What, then, truly matters in life? Is it success at any cost? Is it the outcome alone, or the way we reach it? Does integrity still hold value if the world seems to reward those who abandon it?
Some people believe that morality is a luxury—that when survival, money, or loved ones are at stake, principles become negotiable. Others believe that once you compromise your core values, even for a "good reason," you lose something irreplaceable: your sense of self.
At the heart of it all is a deeper question: Are you defined by the life you show to the outside world, or by the integrity you carry within—especially when no one is watching? Each person answers this differently, and those answers shape not just individual lives, but entire societies.
In the end, the real cost of ambition is not always measured in money, success, or sacrifice—but in what we are willing to become to achieve it.
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