This choice: Tina wakes up and notices her big, round belly • Go Back... Tina writhes and shifts in bed deep in a restless sleep, going in and out of dreams and nightmares haunted by what her mother said to her that morning (and unbeknownst to her what’s happening presently).
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Earlier that Day
Tina was late to get to breakfast from nearly forgetting to bring her favorite toy baby doll (which she brought everywhere). She could vaguely overhear mother saying something about where babies come from before Tom ran past her and up to his room. Maybe he got grounded?
She finds her mom in the kitchen, with a perplexed look on her face with one hand at her hip and the other scratching her head, her apron draped again over her legs and private parts but her naked thighs and wide hips are still visible, not to mention the discarded clothes beside her. Tina announces cheerfully, “What’s for breakfast?”,
Her mother jolts out of thought and turns to Tina curiously for a moment before saying with renewed confidence to teach her kids, “No breakfast, but a quick lesson, honey.”
“Uh-oh”, Tina groans, worrying she’s next for grounding. Then noticing her mother’s apron, “Huh? You’re naked? It’s too early for Bath!”
Her mother looks down confusingly then giggles, “No, I mean um, yes, kind of. I have a question for you, sweety. When we take a bath, you see this”, she says, pushing her apron aside with one hand, revealing her vagina which she then spreads open as much as she can with the fingers of her other hand. “What do you call it?”
“For pee-pee”, Tina answers confidently.
“Wha- Yes, but what’s this for”, her mother asks as she digs her fingers further between the dark outer vagina folds, prying open a clear look down into the cavern beneath the urethra.”
Tina determined not to fail like Tom did approach her vagina, and to her mother’s surprise, with her finger pointing, her hand up to and into the hole, her hands now brushing against the opening of the labia as she moves her head closer for a better look. “You mean this hole?”
“Y-yes, that hole”, her mother answers with a bit of a frantic tone to her voice, face reddening a bit with blush. “So what is it?”
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Tina is confused by her mother's lack of knowledge. Tina was certain she knew everything after all. Tina peers in as close as possible, her nose nearly touching the labia and the clit brushing against her hair, which brought shivers up her mother’s body. Bringing up her other hand (while still holding the doll near her armpit), Tina pries open the labia entrance, which is becoming slippier and wetter by the minute, and jams her pointing finger deeper. Spotting something at the end and pressing her finger against the cervix in the back, “Another pee-hole?” Tina asks inquisitively.
“Uh, n-not quite, honey! It’s a vagina. It’s very important- Ooo! You don’t need to poke so hard!”, she gasps, and then mumbles, “or be touching my cervix for that matter”. Tina’s mother feels her face reddens in blush as her vagina begins to moisten this strange ‘demonstration’.
Tina was too invested at this point to take heed and pushed her index finger as far in as she could, it entered the cervix with ease, then her other finger, until her fist. She can’t get a good view anymore so she dug in her other arm, with the baby doll still held between in front of her and partially entering as well, to with her other hand try to pry the cervix open to see pass whatever that second pee-hole thing is. Her face is now close enough for her breadth to tickle in the inner walls, cheeks brushing the labia walls with just enough space to still leave some light in. The baby doll’s head was already halfway past the labia walls inside. The smell there is strong. It’s too dark beyond the cervix, but that didn’t stop Tina from exploring its walls with one hand and eventually the other. “But what’s this part?”
“O- oooo, that’s the womb, honey.”, her mother answers, trying to keep composure, from the tickling and sensations all the digging into pussy is causing. She’s surprised Tina is this bold, but she’s probably setting a bad example to her. Grabbing her vagina like that, both hands inside, and possibly another foreign object she couldn’t put her finger on. Just then she felt a finger from one of the tiny hands rubbing the inside of her womb walls have found the entrance to the fallopian tubes and began probing it. “Aahh! That’s the f-fallopian tube, dear! Ooo! Okay, you won. L-lesson over! Time to get out now. That’s for babies only, not hands… or both arms, deary! So you can get out now”, she stammers and pleas, her hands flinging down to grasp Tina’s arms to pull them out.
“Baby?” Tina felt she was so close to figuring this out, but it’s too tight to let any light in. But mom’s suggestion made sense, the Baby doll’s head is bigger than her arms combined and can probably plow the entrance future open, wide enough for a lot of light to enter. As mother pulls Tina back, Tina tries to push the doll in between her arms further into the cervix, its head now fighting squeezing between her arms and the cervix walls. Tina’s arms now drench with her mother’s juices, plops out of the vagina with loud wet pop noise. Her face is also a little moist from getting too close as well. “But what about the Baby?”, Tina asks.
“That’s where babies are made”, her mother answers, sighing deeply in relief of her aching vagina walls regaining form without having anything foreign, especially her prying daughter’s hands and arms. The relief is short lived when she notices the feeling of something inside forming as her vagina walls close around. In fact she can see what looks like a bulge still inside similar to the the time she stuffed multiple of her largest dildo she can inside in attmept to beat a record. Tina’s mother tries her best to bend over, both hands spreading her pussy, and peer inside her own vagina but this isn’t a good angle let alone attempting to while standing, so she stuffs one hand inside while the other keeps it open. Her eyes widened when she felt hard plastic feet poking back at her fingers. “Wait, what the heck is this!?”
“The Baby, like you said it’s for”
“What? No. Not- ooff- that -ah- kind of -ooo- baby…”, her mother answers as she tries to pull the baby out, each pull pulls the baby down a bit before it shoots back up after slipping from her now juice soaked fingers. “I think the head must be stuck beyond the cervix…” And just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, she accidentally jams her fingers against it’s legs too hard, feeling the middle body half of the doll jam up quickly past the cervix which did the rest in pulling the rest of the doll in, feet and all. “Oooooooo, Dangit”, she whimpers, feeling herself unable to hold it anymore and finally cumming from the sensation, with a mixture of arousal. She gives up and stands straight, letting her apron drape over her now soaked and abused pussy. Resting one hand on her hip, she pokes and prods gently the bulge of the toy doll now lodged in her womb as it shifts on it’s side, making a lumpy impression like multiple dildos in her belly.
“Did I pass the test?”, Tina asks.
“I think… you did enough”, she sighs, “Um, no chores for today. Mommy’s going to be busy getting ‘this’ sorted out entirely”.
“Yay!” exclaims Tina gleefully and frolics off to play with her bedroom’s toys, completely forgetting breakfast, and her baby doll toy.
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Back in Bed that Night
For the rest of the day, she did eventually get lunch and dinner, watch cartoons, play with her other dolls, failed in attempts to play with Tom, who still wouldn’t come out of his room aside meals or bathroom breaks, and then finally bedtime. It is only then that as she drifted to sleep, she contemplated what mother said and showed and began to subconsciously put the pieces together.
Her dreams consist of her unbirthing her doll successfully and showing her mom to nightmares of going too deep into mother like her doll or her showing her brother her ‘vagina’ and him getting sucked in whether she accidentally sat on him, crashed into him, or when going down a slide. Or even the worst of nightmares, is him entering her unannounced/forcefully up her skirt without her permission when she’s talking to her friends, lying down watching shows, using the restroom, taking a bath, which then results in her getting grounded for it.
Eventually these nightmares were too much and Tina woke up with a start in cold sweat, flailing her arms as she tried to sit up, her scream cut short with a oof as an immense object pressed against her from her stomach, pushing her on her back again. Looking down, her eyes sort of adjusted to the dark, she can barely make out a large dome under her blanket. Is Tom sitting on her. She throws the blanket off, her eyes widen in shock, mouth drop open in bewilderment upon seeing her own belly towering upwards and outwards nearly as large as herself, rocking and gyrating roughly from something moving inside. It’s then she realized the ach of her own gaping vagina. Did her nightmares become a reality?
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