Lying on her back staring up at the massive gas cloud that filled the room, Funn panted, wheezed, & queefed trying to recover from the dozen oral sessions her son had put her through before lunch.
Funn knew that somewhere in front of her, her bastard son was playing with their three incest children, but for the life of her, she could not see it due to the massive mound that was her stomach.
Swollen with at least three kids again this time, Funn was unsure of the exact number, just getting the response litter from her physic powers, as her vision of insemination was cut short by the garbage that had filled her womb as the corruption had mixed with her son’s cum turning her ova rotten as the sperm-filled them.
Unlike her last two pregnancies which had seemed mostly normal (Besides the fact she wanted anything but them) up until the birth which pumped out purple & green neon eggs that hatched into Ralts shaped Trubbish, this pregnancy brought about a whole slew of new changes, progressing even further from last week.
For starters, as the pregnancy progressed Funn already sagging, gigantic vag began to sag even more so now hanging lower than her butt & swaying when she moved.
Now even darker green, her clit had swollen up to the size of her thumb & her beefy curtains had become at least 6 inches thick, & still maintained their greasy rubbery feeling & sheen.
While her breasts had mostly stayed the same since last week, both Funn’s breast milk & pussy juice had gone from brown garbage slop to a toxic orange substance that, to Funn, looked like the radioactive runoff from the Nucleon power plant disaster she had seen on T.v.
Her hair had lengthened & began to stick straight up like some sort of odd ponytail, & most alarming of all, the skin on her legs had peeled off, just like her arms, to reveal dark brown flesh made of garbage that smelt like a landfill on a hot day.
As Funn continued to wallow in self-pity & blubber, she was snapped out of her stooper by the delighted squeel of one of her young children.
Two boys & a girl (Who was a shiny no less) were all Ralts shaped but had the body composition, markings & cries of Trubbish.
Possibly due to the incest & the effect of Funn’s corruption on them, all three were constantly wet as their bodies expelled brown garbage juice from their pores constantly, leaving slimy trails wherever they went & causing mushrooms, fungus, & weeds of all kinds to sprout among the grass floor of the room.
Funn’s daughter though, unlike her brothers was already quite fat, having the same BMI percentage as Funn herself, covered head to toe in rolls of fat but no less active than the other two, her massive body shook like an earthquake with each step she took.
Suddenly though, Funn was forced to stop thinking about her incest basterds as a wave of pain rippled through her, as her next set of incest basterds demanded attention.
Knowing that it was time for her third birth & dreading every second of it, Funn tried to roll over onto her stomach to crawl to a corner of the room for the birth, knowing that her oldest son would do something to make it worse, & she did not want her younger kids to watch.
Funn’s efforts were futile, however as she could not rock her massive body back & forth enough to roll over.
Unable to roll over, Funn was forced to sit up as a second wave of pain overtook her.
Spreading her legs as a massive flood of orange grease flowed out of her, Funn held her tongue, as to not alert her children who were to busy playing to notice what was happening.
Funn’s body had other plans however as a long, loud, deep queef escaped her gaping vag alerting her family to what was happening.
Now sitting up, Funn watched with dismay as her three Ralts stood in front of her to watch the show, no doubt egged on by their bastard father.
Their father, for his part just stood off to one side, facing away from Funn but looking over his shoulder, a mocking look plastered on his face.
A moment later Funn began to clench as she felt the first egg.
As the egg began to move down Funn’s corrupted slimy love tunnel rancid orange milk began to leak from her gigantic rubbery nipples & drip into the grass, sizzling on the grass & causing bright orange mushrooms to bloom.
Soon Funn’s kids gasped as the first egg began to crown, before being ejected from her gaping pussy onto the now rancid grass beneath her.
Unfortunately for Funn, the next egg began to move before she could even catch her breath, going slower this time, the egg seemed larger than the last one as Funn’s gross tunnel was stretched to the point of being painful as the large egg slid out of it.
As the egg passed the inner folds & began to crown it became clear from the excited ramblings of the Trubbish-Ralts that it was not one egg but two, simultaneously they poked out side by side before coming out with a wet sucking sound & joining the first egg on the floor.
After a few minutes of no action, Funn began to try & move thinking it was over but before she could move more than a few inches the pain returned & Funn’s legs instinctively spread open again as a fourth egg passed through her tunnel & out her gaping hole, much faster than the first three due to the “twins” stretching out the hole.
& as the Garbolade laughed & Funn’s incest basterds looked on the fifth & final egg began to crown, sending more orange juice out of Funn & on the eggs/grass below her, Funn was forced to wonder just how many kids she would have to have before that bastard Garboder would end this nightmare.