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Showa 46 (1971)
Sayori, fifteen years old, had been tasked with a secret mission. Centuries ago, a shrine to a goddess that was not local to the area had appeared overnight, with no one able to determine who had placed it. After much research, the head of her village, the hidden shinobi town of Egamura, had traced it to Maruhara-no-Kami. Not only was Maruhara-no-Kami a god with a physical presence, she advertised exactly where she was located. A school in Kanagawa known only as Maruhara Academy. Sayori volunteered for the mission, wanting to uncover who this Maruhara was for herself. The hokora dedicated to Maruhara-no-Kami was her only clue. Donning plainclothes so she could travel across the country, she made her way to the prefecture.
Her preferred ninja outfit was a mesh layer made of strong interwoven fibers, with another layer of light armor above it. She wore nothing underneath the mesh layer, exposing her nipples and pussy to anyone who had the eyesight to see through her agility. Her chest was average in size, with areola the size of a five yen coin and nipples that fit perfectly through the holes. It was her preferred method of defense around her chest. She had two coins on her person in case she needed to cross the Sanzu river should a mission fail, and she protected her nipples from projectiles that would target them. Her black hair was worn back in a single ponytail, and she had amber eyes that were talked about in her village back home.
The closer Sayori got to Kanagawa, the more she noticed a change. Running into one or two people who were pregnant while traveling was expected. Sayori transferred into a train car and saw that she was the only person in there who had passed puberty and wasn’t pregnant. Several girl around her were wearing school uniforms, with prominently bulging bellies sticking out. Sayori knew that in her village, those who made an offering to the inari statue were much more likely to have not only a successful pregnancy, but one with multiples. A large family to keep the ninja village going. Sayori wasn’t going to let herself be tempted by pregnancy. She had paused looking for love in order to focus on her training, and volunteered for this mission despite the risks, thinking she wouldn’t fall for any of the school’s tricks.
The last of the club members had gone home for the day. The faculty was nowhere to be seen. The only thing Sayori detected was a light coming from the upper floors on the western side of the building. The high school was the second largest building on campus, and the most prominent one. The western side of the school had a section that looked older than most. Golden streams of spiritual energy were gathering around it. There was a second, if fainter, concentration of the same spiritual energy down the path. Sayori jumped onto the school gate, breathing a sigh of relief that barbed wire or electricity hadn’t been put in place to deter her. She was now inside the campus.
One of the first things she saw upon entering was a large statue just in front of the school. The statue was a large, bronze pregnant woman. She had a massive belly, almost eclipsing the part of the fountain below. Her arms were open, exposing her equally large breasts. Printed below the statue was a phrase in Latin, one that Sayori wasn’t going to decipher. She drew her kunai and walked carefully. If security wasn’t lax near the entrance, they were probably defending something much more important deeper within. She looked around for anyone else. The sound of footsteps in the distance made her hide behind the Pregnant Goddess. From the moment she had stepped on campus, her clit had been hard inside her loincloth. She was feeling hot and sweaty, the urge to breed rising in her pussy. She slapped an ofuda on the belly of the Pregnant Goddess, momentarily feeling the desire to procreate going away.
“This is some sort of power spot,” Sayori said to herself. “The power of fertility is extremely strong in this part of the country.”
She wasn’t far from the main entrance of the school. She opened the door and ducked inside the darkened hallway, moments before Kazu walked by with his flashlight. Kazu had finished cumming only a few moments ago, and used his brief window of Sage Time to patrol the campus and see if anything strange was happening. The headmistress had sensed the presence of someone she hadn’t seen before, and asked the twins to keep an eye out for her.
Sayori looked around inside the school. The layout was similar to any modern school building, with the exception of large nooks along the walls. The smell was stronger than anything Sayori had dealt with bac in her hometown. Squirt, cum, breast milk, piss, amniotic fluid, and lots of sweat and body odor had mixed together to create the constant smell of an orgy. She put her face mask over her nose to get rid of as much of the smell as possible. Her nipples were getting stiffer the closer she got to the source. Passing by the school’s trophy case, she saw a picture inside. It was made with turn of the century photography, depicting the headmistress. She looked like a 40 year old woman, but if this picture was taken when it was, she shouldn’t even be alive now. Sayori looked at the picture, and thought she saw fox ears. Looking again, they were gone.
A map of the high school building was printed in the hallway. There was a notable gap in one part of the wall. It didn’t lead to another hallway, or outside. It wasn’t the teacher’s lounge or a classroom. Sayori knew that was her destination. She dashed through the hallways, reaching a door that was framed like the entrance to the shrine just down the road from the school entrance. The seal on the door had been weakened by the charm that she had placed on the Pregnant Goddess. Enchanting her kunai with a burst of energy, Sayori forced her way through the protective charm on the door. Inside was a stairway leading up to the second story office, along with tapestries of pregnant women along the walls.
Instead of going up the stairway, Sayori looked underneath it. She found a small wooden chest tucked away inside a closet. The box was unlocked. Inside was an ancient school. Sayori unraveled it, quickly reading through the contents. The scroll spoke of the story of the pregnant goddess, of her status as the most pregnant woman in the world and her control over the domain of fertility within Japan. The scroll called her the 妊神 (ninshin), the Pregnant Goddess. The face of the statue out front and the picture of the headmistress were identical. Sayori wondered why no one had put it together. She tucked the scroll into her cleavage, planning to take it back to her village.
Her first mission completed, she climbed the stairs. Her footsteps were light, dodging as many stairs as she possibly could. She landed on the carpet at the top of the stairs, before a pair of sliding screen doors. The doors opened to a traditional Japanese room, with a raised platform at the back. A woman was sitting on the platform, her back turned to the entrance. She puffed on a kiseru pipe, a circle of smoke rising into the air before dissolving into nothingness. Her voice carried itself with dignity, even as she spoke in a casual, friendly tone.
“Nodoka? Kazu? Are you back from patrol?” she asked. “Wait. You don’t have a dick. Who are you, and how did you get in here?”
The figure turned around. It took some effort for her to stand up. When she set her belly on the floor, it shook the school like a minor earthquake. Sayori dropped her kunai in shock. The scroll rolled out of her cleavage, unraveling to reveal the image of the heavily pregnant kitsune woman printed on it. The image was identical to the woman in front of her. Her belly was so impossibly large that Sayori was stunned into silence as she tried to comprehend it. She reached out to touch it, and the woman said nothing. She let Sayori rub it, feeling the children kicking underneath. She took a step back, the warmth of the pregnant bump lingering on her hands.
“You’re... the ninshin,” she said.
“That is another title I’ve been given. It’s so stuffy and formal. Forgive me, I haven’t properly introduced myself. Megumi Maruhara-no-Kami. Headmistress of Maruhara Academy,” she said. “What’s your name?”
“Sayori, ninja of Egamura,” she said. “Someone left a shrine outside our village decades ago, and we’ve been trying to figure out who.”
“I didn’t commission those. They were put up by my followers,” said Megumi. “Are you here to assassinate me? I haven’t done anything to warrant such a punishment.”
“Our own local gods are at risk of losing influence due to your presence,” Sayori said. “For the prosperity of my village, I’ll find a way to-” Sayori slipped on the scroll. She fell on the floor, and slid underneath Megumi’s pregnant belly. Maruhara was pregnant with 27 children at that point, ten of which had been provided by Nodoka and Kazu within the past few months. Underneath her belly, Sayori saw the sight of her bristly, hairy pussy. The smell was incredibly strong, for Megumi only bathed once a week due to the difficulty in moving her stomach. Her pussy and pubes were wet. Megumi adjusted herself to look at Sayori, and accidentally trapped her underneath her heavy belly.
“If you wanted to see my pussy, you could have asked,” Megumi said. “I feel a queef coming on. Brace yourself, this will be a big one.”
Sayori opened her eyes just in time for Megumi’s wet pussy to open and close. Her lower lips pushed out a strong, loud puff of hot air. It squeaked like a bugle in her face, messing up Sayori’s hair. The strong smell of her cunt made Sayori cough. She got closer to Megumi’s pussy, close enough that she could taste it. Her nose pressed against Megumi’s clit, and a stray pube from the headmistress’ cunt stuck to her face. A drop of juice fell on Sayori’s tongue. The flavor was immensely strong. It washed out the taste of the taiyaki she had gotten at a stand on the way here, filling her mouth and making her body hot. Megumi moaned once again.
A gushing squirt of fresh love juice sprayed in Sayori’s mouth. She swallowed it on instinct. Trapped between Maruhara’s thighs and pressed from above by her belly, Sayori’s legs kicked in desperate hope of escape. Maruhara saw her struggling. She could only see Sayori’s feet, calming down as the effects of her love juice washed over Sayori’s body. Her nipples became achingly hard, her clit erect and throbbing, and her pussy gushed into her loincloth. Every part of her skin was hot and tingling. She was sweating so intensely that a puddle of it was being created on the floor beneath her. Maruhara put her hands on her belly, lifting it up and allowing Sayori to move out from under it. Sayori stood up, her hand trembling to where she could no longer grip her kunai.
“What... what did you do to me?” Sayori asked.
“That happens to anyone who comes into contact with my bodily fluids,” Maruhara said. “I’ll show you another trick from the Preggo Scroll 妊法帖 (ninpocho). Milk Spout!”
Maruhara used both hands to squeeze one of her breasts. A powerful jet of breast milk shot out of her nipple like a water gun. The sweet, white milk drenched Sayori’s hair, dripping down to her shoulders. Some of it fell into her mouth. Her breast milk was less intense in its effects than her pussy juice, but even a drop of it heightened Sayori’s arousal. She drooled a little from the overstimulating pleasure, and started involuntarily squirting onto the floor. Sayori tried to escape. Her pussy squirted another jet of love juice, sliding down Maruhara’s belly until her large inverted navel was soaked. Maruhara rubbed it into her skin, treating it like fun.
“You’re now aroused, ovulating and feeling like you’re riding out multiple orgasms,” said Maruhara as Sayori squirted again. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone try and track me down, much less try to attack me. I’ll have to give you a reward for your tenacity.”
“A REWARD?” Sayori asked, trying to comprehend what was going on.
Since she ascended to becoming a fertility goddess, Megumi Maruhara had abilities far beyond mortals. One that she rarely used was the ability to induce pregnancy in any woman at her discretion. She preferred watching people make babies the old fashioned way, fucking and cumming like rutting animals. GIving someone pregnancy was only done for very devoted followers, or as an amusing punishment for someone who had gotten in her way. Megumi could sense that Sayori was harmless, acting more on behalf of her village elders than herself.
Maruhara took another puff of smoke from her kiseru. She snapped her fingers. Sayori sensed the heat in her body gathering around her womb. The door to Maruhara’s room opened as Nodoka and Kazu returned from patrol. They saw Sayori clutching her belly, moaning so loudly that it could be heard from the first floor. The entire thing happened in less than five minutes. Sayori’s hands spread further apart on her stomach. It rapidly swelled, going from flat and in shape to round, growing so round and taut that it ripped through the nets of her ninja outfit, tearing the moistened material to shreds. A pregnancy rarely happened at such a steady rate of growth that it could be seen in real time. That happened with Nodoka and Kazu. The two of them jerked each other’s cocks as they witnessed a rare blessing, or maybe a curse, from the headmistress.
Sayori’s nipples were harder than they had ever been in her life. Her tips became thicker. The once youthful pink of her nipples rapidly darkened to a shade of dark brown that was almost black. Sayori groaned as drops of white milk rolled out of every pore on her nipples. Her breasts grew three cup sizes at once, breaking through her undersuit and resting on top of her swelling belly. The two coins dropped from her nipples. They would serve as her payment to the headmistress. Milk fell from her nipples, first in drips and then in long, gushing streams. Her belly had grown so big that she could no longer see her feet standing up. A dark line appeared below her navel, which popped out as a sign that the transformation was almost complete.
Her ass had gotten a little wider, and the hairiness of her pubes, armpits and ass had grown thicker with a stronger stench. Sayori was on all fours on the floor, squirting pussy juice and breast milk at regular intervals. She caught her breath, still reeling from the overwhelming pleasure from the pregnancy forced upon her. Sayori found a second wind. Her ninja outfit no longer fit, with her undersuit torn to shreds and milk dripping down onto her swollen belly. Looking the headmistress in the eyes, Sayori rubbed her belly. The signs of life were happening inside. She asked the headmistress exactly what had happened.
“I gave you sextuplets,” Maruhara said. “A low number, but you’re an amateur at pregnancy. You still need to gestate them for nine months, but your body looks like it’s about to pop. I love a big baby bump.”
“There has to be more to it than that. I feel like I’ve been... reborn,” said Sayori.
“I recruited you into my inner circle,” Megumi said. “You’re semi-immortal and stopped aging, and you’re naturally superfecund. Nodoka, Kazu, give her the initiation.”
The twins, with their nearly identical cocks, walked over to Sayori. They took off her tattered clothes, leaving her naked in the middle of Maruhara’s office. Now heavily pregnant and horny, Sayori had a craving for cock when she wasn’t previously thinking about them. Nodoka and Kazu were both quite big and hairy, and filled with sperm. Nodoka was a futanari, and thus heavily pregnant. She was carrying even more babies than Sayori presently, and could push Sayori’s belly around with her own if she wanted. She stopped doing so when the headmistress shook her head, telling her that belly-bullying was something she was trying to stop.
“I’m so horny... fuck me!” Sayori moaned.
Nodoka sat on the floor. Her cock was sticking straight up, twitching without her touching it. Sayori lowered her wet, squishy pussy onto Nodoka’s cock. Until now, she had been a virgin. Nodoka gave Kazu a V-sign, proud that she had been the one to take the new recruit’s virginity. When Sayori had gotten her pussy wrapped around Nodoka’s dick, Nodoka squirted onto her own balls and the floor in front of her. Sayori’s pregnant virgin pussy was incredibly tight, with folds that gripped her cock in a way she liked. The ninja girl began to move up and down on Nodoka’s dick, grinding her own sweaty belly against Nodoka’s. Their navels rubbed against each other as four pairs of breasts bounced, slapping against their bodies with fleshy sounds. Maruhara smiled, stroking her belly as she saw the changing expression on Sayori’s face. She had fallen in love with pregnant sex, and would soon get addicted to it.
“It’s so thick...” Sayori moaned.
“Hey, Kazu!” Nodoka called out. She grabbed Sayori’s hips, and spread them apart to reveal her butthole. Sayori’s hole was naturally lubed up with her love juice, and begging to be filled. “Her ass is all yours.”
Her brother got on his knees behind Sayori. His cockhead poked against her tender anus, widening the hole until he slipped inside. The sounds were loud and naughty, ringing in Sayori’s ears as her bowels were filled with the heat and stiffness of Kazu’s dick. Inside her body, the siblings felt each other’s cocks rubbing against each other through Sayori. For them, threesomes were an indirect way to have sex with each other, and they were having sex with each other regularly. Kazu raised a hand, and gently smacked Sayori’s butt cheek. Her ass jiggled, shaking and wobbling around his cock. The pumps of his cock inside her ass had her trapped between the siblings, unable to move. Sayori’s arms trembled, and her body dripped with sweat.
Nodoka moved her head forward, latching onto one of Sayori’s boobs. Her tongue circled Sayori’s areola, sucking out drops of her milk. The milk of someone who was pregnant for the first time had a taste that Nodoka had come to know over the past year, but Sayori’s was different. Having been chosen by the headmistress herself, it had a thicker texture and a richer flavor. Every pore on Sayori’s nipples overflowed with sweet breast milk. Nodoka had been thirsty, and gulped down as much as she could. Sayori’s milk rolled down into her cleavage and across her bloated belly. Nodoka sucked it all, intent on drinking Sayori’s tit dry.
Tugging at Sayori’s nipple, she smacked her lips as the last drops of milk fell out. The children inside Nodoka’s womb visibly kicked. Nodoka laughed, thanking Sayori for her milk before letting out a loud, gut-rumbling burp. Her stomach vibrated from the force of her belch, making Sayori’s stomach shake against hers. Giving a hard thrust with her hard cock, Nodoka plunged deep inside Sayori’s pussy. She closed her eyes, feeling the connection in their lower bodies, watched over by the headmistress. Nodoka’s balls drained into Sayori, filling her already full womb with a dose of thick, sperm-filled cum. Kazu sensed his sister’s cock pulsing through Sayori, and emptied his load inside her ass. Sayori squirted on Nodoka’s belly, washing away some of her milk that had ran down earlier.
Covered in sweat, milk, and cum, Sayori was too tired to speak. She raised her arm and sniffed her armpit. The smell of combined body odor in the room was intensely strong, eye-wateringly thick and sour for anyone who wasn’t used to it. Sayori had spent a lot of time camping out and training to use nature to her advantage, but she also liked taking baths. If she returned to her village smelling like this, they would kick her out. She barely had a moment to catch her breath after Nodoka came inside her before Kazu, his cock shining with cum, helped her lay on her back. Cum was dripping from her holes, and milk from her boobs. Flecks of Nodoka’s semen decorated her bush.
Lubed up by Sayori’s juices and his sister’s cum, Kazu pushed his cock inside Nodoka with a wet, sloppy thrust. Once Sayori’s pussy was trained enough, he and Nodoka were going to double penetrate her cunt with their cocks. As the new meat of Maruhara’s inner circle, she was going to be having sex day in and day out until she was used to the ways of the school. Sayori looked up at the ceiling lights. Sweat dripped from her forehead. Kazu pushed her back, lining her mouth up with Maruhara’s pussy. Her tongue extended out, licking the headmistress’ bushy cunt. The intense taste had nearly numbed her tongue to its flavor. She was instead appreciating the warmth and sticky texture of the juices dripping from her pussy, swallowing them as she went.
“Good girl,” said Maruhara. “You need to take in a lot of my juices. How does eating me out twice a day for a week sound?”
“I’d be glad to, Lady Maruhara,” said Sayori, her words slurred. Kazu’s wet thrusts into her pussy made her breasts and belly shake. Maruhara’s pussy juices dripped down her cheeks. They matted down her hair and intensified the stench coming off her body. After a few licks, Maruhara squirted in Sayori’s face another time. It was said that when Maruhara had a powerful orgasm, she could cum over 1,000 times in a row. The problem with verifying that was that when Megumi was orgasming, she quickly lost count because she got so messy, and it felt so good, that she forgot she was supposed to be keeping track in the first place.
Nodoka had moved behind the headmistress. She stuck her cock inside Megumi’s asshole. The thrill of hunting for Sayori had gotten Nodoka aroused, and her balls were full of so much cum that even with the massive load she had busted inside Sayori, she was still horny. Having her pussy and ass stimulated at the same time made Megumi moan. Her moans were that of a mature, experienced woman who still had some girlishness underneath. Megumi fondled her breast, squirting more milk onto Sayori’s face. At first, Sayori had believed Kazu was the older brother, but the way he acted around Nodoka showed him that he was younger than her, despite his good looks. Kazu wrapped his hands around Sayori’s belly, and pushed himself balls-deep inside her.
A second load of cum filled Sayori’s womb. Megumi’s asshole tightened around Nodoka’s cock, milking a hot load into her ass. It had been weeks since Megumi last had an anal orgasm. Her pussy squirted onto Sayori’s face like a sprinkler, decorating her from her head down to her belly in the warm, sloppy juices that flowed out of her pussy. Sayori groaned, unable to think of a response. She knew that it would be a long time before she went
When they were done, Megumi turned on an electric fan to help Sayori cool down. She could barely move her limbs. As the fan dried her body, the smells that had accumulated on her body dried in. Maruhara still didn’t understand why Sayori had come all this way to try and attack her. She had ascended to the level of a national deity decades ago. The idea that there would be holdouts who still didn’t believe in her was possible, if unlikely. Even one of her inari statues was supposed to help with pregnancy. Having a world where large families could prosper was all that she had wanted.
Nodoka and Kazu returned from the school canteen. They had brought snacks and drinks for Sayori to help her recover. Sayori opened the bottle of ramune. Nodoka and Kazu sat to either side of her, grabbing drinks and snacks for themselves. Nodoka and Kazu explained more about who they were to Sayori. She realized that she had passed through their old hometown on the way here, not realizing the importance at the time. When she asked if they wanted to go back, they both told her that they were content to remain by Maruhara’s side. They could have all the incestuous sex they wanted, and help her observe the student body during the majority of the year when she had difficulty leaving her office.
“Is there a place I can take a bath?” asked Sayori.
“The headmistress’ private bath is on the first floor,” said Nodoka. “It’s a really big bath. She needs it to fit her bump.”
“But it’s private. Surely the school has public baths that I can...” Sayori said.
“Calm down. You’re one of us. You can relax. We might join you,” said Kazu. Sayori wondered if the bath would turn into another round of sex. The children in her belly kicked again. She was not used to this feeling.
“Sayori. To finish your initiation, kiss my navel,” Maruhara said.
“Yes, Lady Maruhara,” Sayori said, bowing in her presence. She planted her lips on Maruhara’s large inverted belly button, coating it in her saliva before pulling back. A golden, glowing magatama symbol uniquely associated with the school shone on the headmistress’ belly, and then on Sayori’s. The symbol faded after a few seconds. “What is my role?”
“Your ninja skills will prove quite useful. There’s a lot of people out there trying to find out my secrets. Politicians, the PTA, some of the teachers. Even with all the protections I’ve prepared, I’ve never had a bodyguard. That’s why I want you by my side,” said Maruhara.
Sayori stood up. She was still adjusting to her new center of gravity with her oversized belly. Sayori ran her hands over her stomach. She turned to Maruhara with a shocked expression. “It’s even bigger?”
“You will need to be pregnant if you’re going to serve me,” said Maruhara. “I told you, you’re superfecund now. Nodoka and Kazu put more babies inside you. Now you’re carrying ten.”
“TEN?” Sayori asked, about to faint from the shock.
“I’ve got more than that in my womb right now,” said Nodoka, patting her belly. “You’ll get used to it.” Sayori silently made her way to the baths. She needed a lot of time to process what had happened to her in the span of one evening.
Present Day
A male student was wandering the halls of Maruhara. He was carrying an entire strip of condoms. He walked through the halls with his dick out. He was going to put one on and see which girls wanted to take him. He turned a corner in the hallway. Without warning, the wall came down in front of him. A heavily pregnant ninja girl had been hiding behind it. Sayori reached into her cleavage and produced several shuriken. She threw them at the student, pinning the condoms to the wall. The sharp points of the shurikens had punctured through the condoms, rendering them useless if opened.
“Who are you?” asked the student.
“Sayori of Maruhara has arrived!” she said. “Contraception is strictly forbidden by order of the headmistress. Prepare to be punished!”
Sayori’s ninja outfit was still nets with nothing underneath, and a simple garment in the black and gold colors of the headmistress. She swung her heavy belly around, knocking the student to the floor. She opened her top and took out her breasts. Two high powered streams of milk came out of her nipples, spraying him in the face. As the silky sweetness overrode his senses, Sayori climbed on top of his chest. Her belly was very large, carrying twelve babies at present. She raised it into the air, before smothering his face with her gravid stomach. She rubbed her belly back and forth across his face, asking him if he remembered the rules.
“Alright, I get it, ninja girl! Get off me!” said the boy.
Sayori picked her belly off him. She had adjusted to her pregnancy weight over the years so much that her balance was off when she wasn’t pregnant. With the shadow of her stomach over his face, Sayori put her hands on her pussy lips. She rapidly opened and closed her slit, before blasting him in the face with a powerful gust of foul-smelling vaginal air. Sayori had been bathing less since she started working for Maruhara, and her pussy had built up some smegma, which only deepened her odor.
“Maruhara Pregnancy Technique, Queef Bomb!”
The boy coughed from the intensity of her smell. Sayori’s queef had gotten him hard. She rubbed his cock between her fingers. With the boy defenseless, she promised to teach him his lesson with her pussy. The next few minutes were spent in the hallway with Sayori bouncing on his cock, dripping milk onto his face and rubbing him with her belly. She squeezed her pussy tightly around him. Every drop of semen that he he had been planning to use on his classmates was sucked into her. Sayori left him sweaty and flaccid. She disappeared into the shadows, meeting up with Nodoka and Kazu near the Pregnant Goddess.
“I smell cum,” Nodoka said. “You got another one.”
“Megumi will be pleased,” Sayori said.
“Want to see what the science club is up to after this?” asked Kazu. The girls agreed.
Classes were in session. These three didn’t need to attend. They had finished their schooling decades ago, and were now being personally trained by Maruhara. They faced the Pregnant Goddess and had a long, steaming group piss underneath the midday sun. Sayori looked down at her swollen belly. She wanted to return to her village, as she did every few years, and give them an update on how things were going. Now, more people in her village were worshipping Maruhara. She wanted to spread the word even further, all while observing and protecting her beloved academy from the shadows.