Lara's Baby Chapter 5

Lara's Baby 5

The small sailing vessel pulled next to Lara's boat, the engine cutting off as the ship slowed. Lara reached out to grab a rope running along the side, using her grip to keep her small canoe along side the larger vessel.  Her mind seemed to drift off into fantasy as her heart hammered, imagining herself on all fours, getting the pounding of her life, forced to make amends for touching that dammed statue.  Lara tried to control herself, but blurted out in excitement as she saw the boat's occupant.

"ANAYA!" She screamed for her old friend, one that she hadn't seen in the longest time. "Fancy meeting you here! Last I saw you, I had left for the temple a week ago."

The African American woman looked down at Lara kneeling down in the boat. Her eyes immediately focused on Lara's swollen bust, and her immensely round stomach. Anaya's heart pumped as she saw her friend in a whole new light, one where Lara was nothing more than a mewling slave, using her body to please whatever master she held that evening, her womb constantly filled with children to help ensure mankind's survival. She shook her head, her short dreadlocks whipping around wildly.

Anaya spoke, her chest heaving inside of her orange cotton tube top, which was partially hidden underneath a dark plant green jacket tied at her bosom. "LARA!" A wide smile grew on her face. "Been busy since we last saw each other? Its only been a week, woman."

Lara gave a small laugh. "Oh, hush. Its not what you think, it was a magic totem that did this to me.  Its not like I met a cute guy in the middle of the jungle, and banged him inside of the temple."

Anaya laughed, bending down to toss a ladder over the side of the boat, into Lara's canoe. "I suppose thats true..." She looked at Lara with a cruel grin, setting herself up for a quick burn to her closest friend.  "Men couldn't raid your temple without a nice dinner. You'd open your legs for a nice pair of tits in a heartbeat, so at least you had a FEW standards.  They just weren't set very high.

Lara's eyes grew for a moment in surprise, before Lara broke out in laughter, handing Anaya her soaked notebook, followed by other pieces of equipment. "At least I get some."

Anaya knelt down as far as she could, stroking Lara's bloated stomach. "Too much, apparently." She said with a loving smile, just as Lara tosses her empty pack onto the boat.

Anaya's touch seemed to echo through Lara's body, the redhead taking a deep breath. She closed her eyes, bringing both hands to the top of her stomach as her face tightened up.. She took a deep breath, her swollen bust expanding slightly as her lungs filled with air, her face loosening. Somehow, the touch seemed more... intimate, than usual,  something that caught Lara off guard. She moaned a bit, feeling rather submissive in front of her new friend. Once she opened her eyes again, she noticed Anaya's blank, fascinated stare.

Lara looked in the boat around her, only to notice that Anaya's gaze was locked on her immense, swollen chest. She quickly picked up the only item left in the boat, her lime green top, and chucked it at Anaya, hitting her in the face, breaking her stare.

Lara tried to remain dignified as she spoke, finding herself rather flattered by the stare. Unfortunately, her voice came out as more sarcastic indignation, than anything else. "I couldn't wear my top because my breasts swelled too much, thank you very much!" Anaya, simply laughed as Lara tried to stand and climb into the boat, her swollen stomach rubbing up against the side.  She simply paused and held her head low as she realized exactly what was going on.. "Oh bloody hell..."

Anaya's laughter began to cut the air as she tossed Lara's top onto the deck of the ship, She bent down, her knees rubbing against her torn jeans, helping her friend up into the boat. Lara put her foot in the rope ladder, her leg digging into her baby belly, pushing it upward.  Her stomach moved JUST  slightly into her breasts, pushing them upward.  She forced her leg downward,  powering her body upward until she was able to stake the next step. Her other leg moved again, pushing her stomach upward again, her breasts moving upward. The sensations began to play in Lara's mind, finding it tempting to simply rip off her pants, take the dildo from her bag, and play once more. It took every fiber of her being to resist, but it became easier once Lara began to set her sights on the goal at hand, getting into the boat.

  Anaya quickly went to tie the canoe to the side of the boat, chuckling to herself. Lara, still under the influence under her sensations, decided to  nonchalantly reach down to grab for her top, sneaking a look at her friend's backside.  Lara spread her legs to the side, bending down with a slick expertise. She grabbed her top, and her head looking up to get a full view of Anaya's backside. She found her hormones beginning to flow once more, concentrating on Anaya's beautiful round rump.  Lara quickly saw what was happening, and she tore her gaze away, her muscles straining to pull her back up into a standing position.  She quickly moved herself inside of the boat to get away from the temptation of allowing herself to get mounted then and there.

Lara took a deep breath of the cool, air conditioned air inside of the cabin. She dropped her top, and the notebook, down onto the nearby table, just before slumping down into a nearby chair. She groaned, her entire body seemed to ache painfully, but it was a good ache, one that seemed to fuel her body. She spread her legs, making sure her stomach was able to sag into the chair's cushion below her. Her muscles seemed to cramp up on her, her entire body rather sore. She sat silently, taking deep breaths, trying to come to terms with her rush of hormones. She tried to steady herself, when the door suddenly opened.

Anaya poked her head in. "Would you mind staying in here for a moment? I need to pilot the boat into a nearby dock so we rest for the night." She looked at Lara as she sat in the chair, finding herself attracted to the red headed adventuress. She closed the door, beginning to fantasize about her old friend, leaving her to sit in the cabin while she piloted the boat to the a small pool of water where the current was weak. She tied the ship to the dock for the moment, returning to the cabin. "Sorry we have to stay here like this, I've just been out all night, and I won't have the concentration to make it through the narrower parts of the rapids ahead."

Lara rubbed her neck, looking up. "Its allright, wait, Rapids?"

Anaya spoke dismissivly as she sat down at the other end of the table. "Its just a name.  Well, kind of, its a rocky area that flows extremely fast, but there is an area I can pilot through."

Lara continues to rub her neck, trying to keep silent about her emotions, hoping that the motion of her hands would distract her. She bent her neck forward,  closing her eyes.   "Oh, okay, I understand."

Anaya beckons Lara forward, kneeling on the ground.  "Get over here, and kneel on the floor in front of me. I'm going to give you a massage."

Lara looked up, trying to hold everything back. Anaya looked as if she was a goddess, come to  Earth only for Lara.  Lara finally gave into temptation, finding it nearly impossible to fight a massage.    Well, it took her a bit to figure out how to slide forward out of the chair, and onto her feet, and plot her topless pregnant British bum in front of Anaya, but it was finally done. Lara knelt, her legs spread apart so that her stomach sags in between her legs. Anaya reached into a nearby table, getting out a gel, starting to spread it on Lara's back.

Lara arched her back as she groaned, feeling her muscles start to loosen, almost immediately after the gel was applied. Lara's sex began to throb asking for some attention. But Lara tried to push it aside, figuring that she could get a massage without sex.   Little did Anaya know, however, that Lara's presence resulted in her mind altering as well. It was subtle at first, starting with her fingers picking up every nuance inside of Lara's muscles, as if she was becoming attuned to her friends' needs.  It seemed that every knot, ache, and pain Lara felt could be made known to Anaya, without Lara making the simplest gesture.  

Lara's voice was heard groaning throughout the boat as Anaya's skilled hands began to make her way along Lara's back, seeking out every nasty knot she had in her muscles. Lara could feel those fingers slide along, beginning to break up every knot, kneading them out of existence. So far, they were all small, less than the size of a dime.  Anaya's hands began to flow downward, past Lara's rib cage, toward Lara's lower back.

It was here that Anaya felt several large knots the muscles themselves as tense as a brick wall. Every muscle seemed to be overworked and tired, the knots moving around.  Lara leaned her head back, her long red braided ponytail moving down her back. Anaya spoke first, finding her mind drifting more and more toward the thought of dominating her friend, making sure that Lara knew who was boss.  She decided to try and push the issue aside, for the moment, even though Lara's breasts and body became more and more tempting. "Lara, does your back hurt often it feels VERY tight back here. All your muscles back here seem VERY overworked."

Lara's eyes rolled to the back of her head. "Yes, actually, they are. Particularly after I got this rather large tummy." Lara cradled her stomach. "I think it also something to do with those mammoth milkers on my chest." Lara's heart fluttered at the thought.  Wait, did she just call them "milkers?" That wasn't exactly a proper name.  "Milkers" would be something that her chest would be called if she was dressed in leather, playing the part of submissive slave.   Lara's eyes suddenly woke up as she felt a pair of smooth, wet, lotion covered hands just underneath her breasts, moving smoothly along the ribs, digging into the soft breast fat, lifting Lara's breasts slightly.  Lara quickly gasped, her chest expanding into Anaya's fingers, as she spun her head. "ANAYA!"

Anaya had finally given into temptation, the word "milkers" having driven her over the edge. Something simply snapped inside of her mind, momentarily seeing Lara as nothing more than a sex object, something to be played with and impregnated over and over again.  

Anaya's shocked voice echoed through the cabin, her heart pumping.  "I'm... Sorry, Lara!" She seemed genuinely apologetic, though the feel of Lara's breasts still made her grin widely.   "I honestly didnt' know what came over me, I just... saw you as an object for a split second..."

Lara suddenly got an idea, snapping her fingers. "Thats it! It must be the spell, it will cause me to become ultra fertile, but it must also alter the minds of people around me in order to get them to breed with me as well.  That way, I am unable to stay in a non-pregnant state for a long period of time, its bloody brilliant, actually!"

Anaya looked at her pregnant friend, thinking about how attracted she had always been, though unwilling to say anything, concerned that Lara was a bit too "Loose" so to speak.  She seemed uneasy, speaking into her friend's breasts, licking her lips at the thought of the delicious liquid inside. "Then that means that it would be even harder for us to resist, and you may find yourself in an even worse situation."

Lara thought for a moment, her body desiring her friend more than ever. "True, or I could be bound to you forever. " There was a pause, With Lara weighting the risks.  "then my vote is fuck, and see what happens. I would rather be bound to you, than anyone else..."

Anaya smiled, and in an instant, leapt forward, kissing Lara on the lips, before standing up, and pulling the bed out of the wall.  She gave a sadistic grin. "Then tonight is going to be the best night of my life..." She says as she helps Lara to bed.