Chapter 298: PUSH!

"PUSH MOTHER! PUSH!"

"I'M PUSHING!" I roared, gritting my teeth, my body convulsed with the effort, sweat pouring down my face as I bore down, pushing with every ounce of strength I had, not because of pain, No I only felt pleasure from giving birth, the problem was entirely different, one I didn't count on.

Too many babies were trying to leave my womb all at once, causing a logjam for exiting. Damn, even my belly was ENORMOUS! If this continues I think it will explode.

"COME ON PUSH!" Luna shouted, and like a dam breaking, I let out an instinctual howl of effort and the first baby moved out of my body. Almost instantly the second one slipped in then the third. The fourth and the fifth. Before a huge wave came followed by two more.

Luna, with the help of her sisters, mostly bunny girls and holstaurs, worked on gathering my kids and taking them to the new temple nursery. This was the second pregnancy I had, after struggling alone with the first one, I called for their help.

"Mother, can't you make yourself bigger?" one of my holstaur girls, a cute lovely girl with tits bigger than my own spoke "If your pussy is bigger then there will be less struggling for the babies"

"..."

I stared at her, blankly inwardly cursing my stupidity for missing a big, and obvious answer. If the hole is small make it bigger, it's common sense.

"That's a good idea, dear," I finally managed to say. "Thank you."

With a surge of divine power, I activated 'The Growth' skill, feeling my body expand rapidly, my muscles and bones shifting to accommodate the increased size. Within seconds, I towered 20 feet tall, my belly now a monstrous, distended expanse, stretching the limits of what should be possible. And of course, I specifically focused on my pussy, giving it an unnatural size even for such a frame.

"HELP ME OUT HERE!"

Luna immediately yelled calling more of her sisters to help with the flood of babies, yet this time things flowed much more smoothly, and in a flash, the babies were taken care of, and for a long three full hours—for three glorious, never-ending hours—I remained perched atop the birthing dais, legs spread wide enough to span rivers, pussy yawning open like the mouth of a sacred cave, a divine canal of creation parting, again and again, to release the writhing tide of life from the overflowing chamber of my womb. The air in the temple was thick with heat, musk, milk, and the scent of divine fertility. It clung to every surface, every breath, every inch of sweat-slicked skin.

'Fuck... I love it'

They came in droves. Singles. Twins. Triplets. Sometimes five at once, their tiny limbs entangled as they slid down the now perfectly-engineered, distended passage I'd reshaped with sheer will. The holstaur girls worked in relays, arms constantly full, hands slick with amniotic sheen as they caught child after child, each one crying, wriggling, healthy—mine.

The bunny girls rushed between them with soft blankets, bottles of my milk I prepared before, and soothing words. Each infant was clean, comforted, weighed, measured, and handed off with practiced ease.

I gave birth to wolves, rabbits, goblins, kitsunes, and holstaurs. In all shapes, sizes, and colors.

"One hundred and Fifty-nine!"

"Sixty… sixty-one…!"

"She's not slowing down!" one of the twin bunny princesses who knows how to count shouted in awe, her voice giddy with admiration, struggling to wrap her head around this insane number of babies.

"Why would she?" one of the older futa holstaurs said proudly, nuzzling a freshly swaddled holstaur baby in her arms. "She's become what she was always meant to be. The Great Mother. The womb made flesh."

And they all looked at me that way now—with reverence. Not just as a leader, Mother, or the source of their bloodlines, but as a force of nature, a mortal woman turned goddess through sheer horniness and depravity through the unstoppable, overwhelming joy of birthing without end. And the power—it felt good. Too good. Every push made my body glow hotter, glisten harder, and pulse deeper.

My breeding aspect is growing, I can feel it in my bones, or in this case my womb.

Ding!.

The system notifications sound kept repeatedly buzzing in the back of my head, like bees. However I didn't have the mental energy to go over them right now, I'm giving birth. Moving pregnancies from my dimensional womb to my original one, causing my belly to rapidly distend until it's near to exploding before shrinking instantly after I give birth thanks to my skills, and then the cycle repeats.

...

"Humph...phew... that was rough" I gasped trying to catch my breath and relax.

Delivering two thousand babies in three hours was... AWESOME! An experience that I can't describe and can't wait to do it again.

'I...Still need to give birth to the Fabbit and the Centaurs'

I was still soaked in it—still trembling, still leaking. My divine cunt gaped open with the aftermath, a lush, dripping monument to excess and creation, twitching and pulsing around the memory of those final thrusting kicks that had stretched me to the brink again and again. My hips ached with satisfaction. My belly, now flat as a battlefield after the war, bore the sheen of a thousand stretching pulses, skin still warm and glowing, still marked with the lingering outlines of squirming life that had once packed me from ribs to wombgate.

"Two... thousand, and ten" Luna repeated breathlessly, kneeling at the foot of the dais, her thighs slick, her expression dazed, her mouth hanging open. "We counted. I think we even lost track once or twice—but this.... 'temple system' caught every single one."

Behind her were the first staff of my temple, all were my daughters, and I chose bunnies and cowgirls for now, since they were the softest and the cutest, good for taking care of babies.

My breasts had never felt so full, so huge. They were still lactating, fat, and throbbing with endless milk production, veins bold beneath the skin, nipples raw and blissed from being suckled on and relieved over and over. I reached up with both hands and squeezed—shhhhhrrkkk, thick jets of cream shooting forward in steaming arcs. The scent alone caused one of the younger bunnies to collapse with a soft whimper, trembling where she stood.

"I am the Womb," I said softly, drunk with it. My tongue lolled against my lips. "The eternal breeder. The divine Mother. The Great Goddess of breeding and light and endless pleasure."

FUSHH!

The moment I finished those words I flashed my divinity, giving every single one of my daughters a 'gift' for helping me in the birth.

"Luna... I'm going to rest a little, take care of things okay?" I spoke softly, resting my back and eyes closed.

"Y-Yes, mother"

Luna understood what I meant and asked everyone to go and take care of the babies, and when everyone left, I opened my eyes and waved my hand removing the golden door leading to my quarters.

"Now for the most important delivery," I said, staring down at my belly, "Me"

Swiftly I moved my copy from the dimensional womb to my natural one, and this time the delivery was swift and easy since it was only one, however, what came from my womb wasn't the copy of what I thought should have been.

"Well, this is creepy," I murmured, tilting my head as I examined the form. "In a way, it is my copy."

What came from my womb was the same 'Form' I had when I first woke up into this world. A pale, faceless, genderless body completely smooth and featureless, with skin like soft porcelain, limbs supple but unformed, like wax waiting to be sculpted.

"I thought I was going to give birth to a copy of my current body but I guess I was wrong" Shaking my head, I took the soulless copy in my arms and walked to the giant pool in the middle of my quarters.

Rumble!.

With my divine energy, I split the three naked statues of me that were fused together apart, before creating a glass coffin in the middle.

I kissed the copy lightly on the forehead trying not to think too much about this fucked up situation. I just gave birth to myself, so I'm the mother and the daughter and the same time, and in case something happens and I use this body, my daughters will become my sisters, and my grandchildren will become my nieces and nephews, and all other fucked-up relationships.

"UGH... my head!" I rubbed my forehead, feeling a splitting headache before quickly placing the pale copy inside the coffin and sealing it inside the three statues.

I told no one about this even my kids and lover. I plan to keep it that way not because I don't trust them, but because I follow a strict policy, and one of its rules is

"If you can't keep your secrets to yourself, don't blame others for sharing them"

I tried to ignore a feeling, an idea, a possibility in the back of my mind for a long time, but after meeting Lilith and asking her about it, even if she didn't answer me and tried to steer the discussion to another topic, her reaction only confirmed it.

How did I die in my old world?

I'm 99% sure that I was killed at the hands of my own family. My own son.

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