Baggy No More! Vol. 4: Baggy No More!, #4

By Gal X. Pander

22 y.o. Vivian failed to hide her pregnancy from the middle-aged professor who knocked her up. Still a student, she is now set on the track to becoming a mother. And not to just one baby, but four! The amount of milk her breasts are going to make, however, will be way too much for even four babies to get through…

 

Each story of mine shows a 21+ y.o. young woman in college go from tall and androgynous to petite and voluptuous, while winning the heart or falling in love with her middle-aged tall, svelte professor, and giving him a family at the end. My erotica contains female breast expansion, hourglass expansions, lactation and pregnancy (usually quadruplets, and usually sped up). The female protagonist's assets reach the size of exercise balls, but do not render her immobile (at least not permanently).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gal X. Pander
• Release date: Feb 8, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224282197

Gal X. Pander

An erotica writer focusing on female breast, butt expansion, pregnancy and lactation. Each story of mine shows a 21+ y.o. college-aged woman go from tall and slim to petite and voluptuous, while winning the heart or falling in love with her middle-aged tall, svelte professor, and giving him a family at the end. My erotica contains female breast expansion, hourglass expansions, lactation and pregnancy (usually quadruplets, and usually sped up). The female protagonist's assets reach the size of exercise balls, but do not render her immobile (at least not permanently).

Book preview

Chapter 1

N-ngghhh-nothing! she grunted, feeling his hands press against her round, firm, heavy stomach and move her belly button. So much for hiding her bundle of problems from him under her hoodie.

She freed herself from his grasp. Not that he was holding her too tightly in the first place. She hurriedly pulled up her panties and pulled down the tight part of her dress over her pair of beachball buttocks. Her body did not even feel like it was hers anymore. Huge, heavy, weirdly taut and sore tits, even larger than the basketball of a belly with... something in it, she admitted to herself.

At least she could still hide the stomach away from anyone’s eyes. This didn’t stop the weird compulsion she was starting to feel, to caress it and cradle it in her hands. It also did not stop said mound from moving up and down while she was walking, reminding her that she was most likely more of a woman now than most of her college classmates. And that she would most likely get to experience yet another level of womanhood soon. VERY soon. Sooner than she thought possible...

She nervously pulled down her hoodie. It was hanging off of her boobs, effectively hiding her stomach as if behind a curtain. She would not be seen like this by him! Yes, in college or in town it was humiliating, it was exposing, it did make her feel weird, and somehow she still could manage in front of tens of strangers... but not in front of HIM!

She remembered his hands on this stomach. On her stomach. His hands touching the thing... the thing... It was time to face it. The thing his seed created! Inside of her. In her. A part of her. And a part of him. She