The brush made a scratching rhythmic sound as it went against the wooden floor. Cinderella was using all of her strength to scrub the ground until it was polished so well that you could see your reflection in it. From behind her, footsteps came before stopping close by. “Still cleaning the floors, Cinderella?” asked a voice oozing with mockery.


Cinderella breathed heavily through her nose before looking up at her step-sister, Gertrude. She was a tall woman with hair the color of wet tree bark, pale skin, and a skinny hourglass figure. The older woman had her trademark smirk that commonly appeared whenever she was picking on her younger sibling, like right now.


“What do you want, Gertrude?” Cinderella asked, doing her best to hide her annoyance.


“I was just checking in to see how you were coming along with your chores, and to let you know that you missed a spot.”


Cinderella raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Where?”


Gertrude put out her hand holding a glass of juice, which she then poured out in front of her sister creating a large puddle. “Right there,” the older sibling sneered. Then adding insult to injury, she dropped the glass which shattered into tiny pieces on the floor, adding more work for Cinderella. She left cackling while the younger sister gritted her teeth as she started to clean the broken cup. She didn’t get very far as another person entered the room.


“Geez Cinderella,” said Pauline. She was younger than Gertrude but still older than Cinderella by a few months. Her hair was short and black giving her somewhat of a boyish appearance, a birthmark on her chin, and while she wasn’t as busty as her older sister, she was more bottom heavy with broad hips. “You’re nearly done cleaning the floor, then you go creating another mess.”


“But I didn’t do-” Cinderella started to say before Pauline stopped her by grabbing her by the chin to squish her mouth shut.


“Ah ah ah,” Pauline wagged a finger. “Don’t even try to deny it, lying is such a terrible sin.” She put her face close to her sister’s while smiling deviously. “I think someone needs to be punished~”


Before Cinderella could react she found her long skirt being pulled by Pauline. The black haired woman exposed her butt and began spanking the thick cheeks in delight. Cinderella’s screams were muffled by her step-sister’s hand as she kept up the attacks, striking her bottom with no restraint. Thankfully Pauline’s spankings don’t last for long, though they hurt more than a smoking hot branding iron. Pauline pulled the skirt back up covering the red marks she left before patting her sister’s rump playfully. “That ought to motivate you to stop making messes while you’re working,” she snickered before exiting the room.


Cinderella’s arms wobbled as she pushed herself off from the ground, the front of her dress wet from landing on the soapy floor. It didn’t matter though, she had been wearing the same dress for several years now since her family refused to buy her any new clothing so her simple blue dress was now a ragged dark color with a filthy brown apron to “protect” it.


“Girls, come here now!” called a shrill voice belonging to Cinderella’s step-mother, Ruthbar. At least this was an excuse from cleaning the floor because Cinderella was in no mood to finish. The whole family met in the kitchen where Ruthbar was waiting, holding a letter. “Take a look at this.” The head of the household showed off the envelope which had the royal stamp on it, meaning it came from the castle. “There’s going to be a ball at the prince’s castle tonight and everyone in the kingdom is invited!”


The younger women all gasped in excitement. The prince was one of the most attractive and richest men in all of the lands, he also had a kind heart and treated everyone equally no matter their race or social status. Rumors had been going around the last few weeks that the prince was looking for a woman to marry and make his queen, this ball was obviously a plan to fish out potential candidates.


“A royal ball? Oh my goodness this is so exciting!” Gertrude exclaimed, clasping her hands together. “Imagine a chance at meeting his highness! Or even another handsome gentleman!” A dreamy look appeared on her face.


“A royal party also means great food,” Pauline added before licking her lips. “It’d be nice to eat something different than the slop we eat here all the time.”


“Oh I’m so excited for tonight!” chimed in Cinderella. This caused the rest of her family to stare at her as if she’d just said the stupidest thing in the whole world, the happy mood was killed instantly. She looked at her family in confusion. “What?”


“Um, what makes you think you’re going to the party?” Gertrude asked.


“Because everyone in the kingdom is invited, isn’t that what the invitation said?” Cinderella answered with a question.


Ruthbar stepped forward and scowled at her daughter not related by blood. “While it does say everyone is welcome, not everyone will be going.” She raised a finger at her. “You’ll be staying here tonight to watch after the house.”


“Wh-what?!” Cinderella exclaimed in shock before quickly turning to anger. “That’s not fair! I deserve to go to this ball like everyone else! Why are you guys always so mean to me?”


“Shut up you spoiled brat!” the wicked step-mother screamed, shaking the whole house. When she got like this Cinderella went silent in fear much to her sisters’ delight, despite being terrified of their mother in this state as well. “You think that just because you do all the work in the house that you deserve to be rewarded?”


“Y-yes?” squeaked Cinderella. A big mistake.


Ruthbar furrowed her thick brows. “Well you thought wrong peasant! While my beautiful daughters and I are out courting with his highness you’ll be here alone cleaning the whole house.”


“But I just finished doing that moments ago!”


Ruthbar pointed her finger right at the younger woman’s nose and poked it, smirking. “Well you’ll be doing it again, tonight.”


The hours passed by quickly and soon it was early night, the sky a dark blue color with a few stars starting to appear. Cinderella was able to see it because she was currently outside by the horse’s stable, grumbling underneath her breath. “It’s not fair Lana,” she complained as she gave the horse her supper of hay. “They make me do all the work but when it comes to having fun they won’t let me participate in any of it!” The horse neighed before nuzzling against Cinderella’s cheek, forcing the woman to smile for the first time in hours. “At least you like me Lana, though it’s probably because I’m the only one that takes care of you.”


Laughter suddenly erupted and Cinderella looked up at the candle lit rooms where her family were all getting dressed for the ball. She glared at the story above her as she knew they were most likely laughing that she wasn’t going with them.


She honestly didn’t know why they didn’t like her, she had been nothing but kind to them when her father had married Ruthbar years ago. But after Cinderella’s father passed away, her step-family changed face and became cruel to her, making her do all the housework with no empathy towards her. For years Cinderella kept a stiff upper lip of all her family put her through, however as of late it had begun to waver and she found herself badmouthing them whenever she was doing work, such as now.


The woman grimaced, an ugly expression on her otherwise beautiful face. “I wish I could do something terrible to them as they’ve done to me for so many years, give them a taste of their own medicine!”


Just then Lana began to whine loudly, Cinderella stroked her mane to calm the mare down. “Shh girl, shh,” she cooed. “Did I really scare you? I’m sorry about that but it was only my darkness taking over for a brief moment, I’m still myself.” However when the horse continued to whine the woman realized the mare was worried about something behind her.


Cinderella turned around in time to see a wispy red orb descend down from the sky a few feet from her, it then glowed a black light that surrounded everything in darkness. When it dispersed it left behind a person kneeling on the ground. They stood up and revealed themselves to be a woman though not any like Cinderella had seen. The new arrival had golden tan skin, and with her being scantily dressed with nothing but a few black straps, Cinderella could see a lot of it. She had long flowing black hair and from underneath the blunt bangs were two ram horns poking out. She grinned at Cinderella, flashing her sharp fangs like an award winning smile. “Greetings Cinderella,” she spoke, her voice a low yet seductive one.


Cinderella held up two fistfuls of hay as if it were enough to defend herself from this stranger. “Wh-Who are you?” she squeaked.


The stranger giggled in amusement at the human’s fear before approaching, her heels clopping against the dirt. “My name is Maleficent and I’m here to help you.”


The blonde tilted her head, puzzled by this claim. “Help me?”


Maleficent stood only a foot away from Cinderella now, the latter seeing the former was taller than her by two heads. “Yes, help you. Think of me as your fairy godmother.”


Cinderella relaxed greatly. Her father had told her stories about fairy godmothers when she was little and how they helped you if you were truly miserable in life, however, Maleficent looked different to how Cinderella’s dad described them. But he also said that fairy godmothers were always honest so this woman’s words must be true.


“I’ve been watching you for some time now girl,” Maleficent continued, placing a hand on Cinderella’s shoulder. “I know how your step-family abuses you, making you do all the chores with no rest or reward to compensate.”


“You can say that again,” the overworked woman agreed with a roll of her eyes. “I don’t know why they treat me the way they do but it’s truly unfair.”


Maleficent smirked. “Well my dear girl, that’s why I’m here. I’ll make your wishes come true.”


Her wishes.


A smile slowly spread across the kind hearted woman’s face as she thought about her desires. Really there were only two things she wanted at the moment but having any wish come true soon made hundreds of ideas pop into her head. She shook her head, she could have those extra things later, right now she needed to get her priorities straight. “Well Maleficent, right now what I truly want is to go to the ball,” Cinderella said with a hopeful smile.


The fairy godmother smiled. “Of course my dear girl, but isn’t there more you want to add to it?” she asked.


A confused look appeared on the shorter woman’s face. “What do you mean?”


“Well I can take you to the ball, I can use my magic to make you a fancy new gown, even conjure up a fancy carriage to take you to the castle in style. However if you remember earlier in the day, your step-mother forbid you from attending the party.” Maleficent put a sharp finger to a corner of her lips. “I wonder what should happen if your family sees you at the ball? I sense you’ll suffer hell and embarrassment.”


Cinderella gasped when she realized how right her fairy godmother was. If any of her siblings, God forbid Ruthbar, caught her at the party they would certainly go out of their way to make her look like a fool in front of so many people, she wouldn’t put it past them to do something so selfish. “Oh goodness, I didn’t even think about that! What should I do then?”


“It’s very simple, really. Just wish that you can enjoy the ball, but not your family.”


Cinderella nodded in understanding. “Okay Maleficent, I wish for that. To enjoy the ball but no one else in my family ever can!”


Maleficent smiled her biggest smile yet, holding her hand out to the fairy godchild. “Very well my dear, just shake hands and your wish shall be granted.”


Cinderella stared at the offered hand for a bit before finally accepting it. When she did her vision started to grow red, the last thing she saw was Maleficent’s smile which looked devious now…

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Pauline was humming to herself as she put the last earring into her ear. She didn’t like to get all fancy with makeup and jewelry like her mother and sister, however tonight was a special occasion so she decided to wear pearl earrings and apply a little blush on her cheeks. Since she wasn’t getting too dolled up she was finished dressing up long before her family and decided to wait downstairs, and knowing them Pauline would be waiting for quite a while. She made it down and headed into the kitchen to wait, sitting down in her chair by the table. Just as she was starting to relax, the door leading outside opened and in walked Cinderella.


Her step-sister was completely naked, exposing her modest chest and pussy which had a small tuft of blonde pubic hair above it. Cinderella turned her attention towards her sister and smiled. “Hello Pauline,” she spoke.


“Cinderella!” Pauline exclaimed, face flushing. “Why in God’s name are you naked!?”


Cinderella looked down at herself then back at Pauline with a shrug of her shoulders. “I won’t be needing those old rags anymore.” She strutted over and sat down next to her sibling as if nothing were out of the ordinary, resting her head on her fists with a smile. “So, all ready for the ball?”


“Yeah…” Pauline responded, still a little perplexed at her sister’s nudity. “I’m looking forward to the food and meeting some attractive men.” She smirked. “Too bad you won’t be able to enjoy any of it.”


Cinderella curled a lock of her hair and exhaled. “Yes, it really is a shame that I’ll be staying here working. But maybe we can have some fun before you head out?”


The black haired woman arched an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” Just then Cinderella suddenly groped her sister’s breasts causing her to shriek. “What the hell are you doing!?”


“Pauline, do you think I was unaware about your secret crush on me?” The older step-sibling froze up, Cinderella chuckling at the reaction. “I know the only reason you spank me is because it’s an excuse for you to feel up my ass.” She gripped her hips and gave them a firm squeeze. Pauline’s blush grew darker. “Mother and Gertrude treat me poorly, but I wonder how they’ll react if they ever found out you fancy yourself a madame over a gentleman?”


Pauline opened her mouth to protest, however Cinderella put her hand to Pauline's chin to stop her, as she often did to her. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I just need you to do something for me to guarantee it.”


“Which would be?” the second eldest daughter urged.


Cinderella turned to face adjacent to Pauline, spreading her legs out to show her pussy; a glint in her red eyes. She traced a finger around the lips in a teasing manner. “Lap my womanhood.”


Pauline stared at the blonde for a moment, then her mouth opened forming a small smile. “Oh Cinderella, how I’ve longed to do this!” she cooed. Pauline has always had a crush on her step-sister from the moment they first met. She hid her true feelings however for she knew Gertrude and her mother would disapprove of such an affair, that’s why she was rude to Cinderella and spanked on her glorious rump as an excuse to grope it without any of her desires coming out to them. And now here her crush was asking her to eat out her womanhood, it was certainly out of the blue, but she wasn't going to say no to the offer.


Pauline got out of her seat and squatted down in front of the nude woman, slowly leaning in towards her crotch. Suddenly, Cinderella grabbed her head and shoved it forcefully. At first, Pauline thought the overworked woman wanted her to hurry up but she would soon learn how wrong she was. Her nose was pressed up against the pussy and...kept going? Pauline’s vision was soon encased in darkness with warm pink walls surrounding her.


Meanwhile on the outside, Cinderella was biting her bottom lip to fight off the arousal from Pauline entering her. The entirety of the lesbian’s head was now inside Cinderella’s cervix and continued going deeper, pulling along the rest of her body. The shoulders were next to enter followed by the breasts and then the torso, as this was happening the dress she’d been wearing was being pushed off her body. Once the body was halfway in, Cinderella stood up, not wanting to have to struggle to stand up later. The moment Pauline’s torso was nearly at the vaginal lips, her head was entering the womb. Cinderella watched as her belly began to slowly inflate from her sister filling up space. She placed her hands on her tummy, which was now an oversized potbelly, and felt the skin stretch against her fingers.


Pauline’s legs were being sucked in now, her dress and underwear falling to the floor the moment her feet went inside. The rest of her body traveled up into the womb, which was now filling up with amniotic fluid, and was forced into a tucked position due to the restriction of space. She let out a yelp when something pinched her stomach, once her eyes adjusted to the darkness she saw a fleshy cord had connected itself to her via navel. The fluid now filled up half of the space and showed no signs of stopping, making Pauline afraid she’d drown. When the liquid rises above her head however, she discovers instead of coughing she could breathe in it, she sighed in relief. Just then she could sense something above her and looked up to see shapes resembling hands were moving about.


On the outside, Cinderella was rubbing her belly which had extended outwards by three feet, resembling a barrel on its side. She was rubbing the top of her stomach with a satisfied smile on her lips. “Mmm, how are you doing in there dear? All nice and cozy?” the blonde asked.


“Am I...inside you?” Pauline asked, trying to process everything that just happened.


“That’s right, you’re inside my womb taking space in my uterus.”


There was a pregnant pause.


Then Pauline started laughing. “Okay, if this is some sort of new kink it’s kind of hot, but you need to let me out now,” she chuckled.


Cinderella was surprised at the human’s reaction, she had been expecting her to lash out in her confinement demanding to be let out or at the very least refused to believe what had happened. Oh well, it just made things less bothersome for her.


The wooden stairs creaked as someone was coming down them. Cinderella grinned, her next victim approaching.


Gertrude was kissing a tissue to make sure she’d applied the right amount of lipstick, upon being satisfied she dropped it on the steps, trash for her sister to pick up. When she reached the first floor she looked around confused, she thought she heard Pauline come down earlier but her younger sibling was nowhere to be seen. Shrugging, she headed towards the kitchen back door. She figures she could mess with Cinderella one last time before leaving, maybe shoving her into the mud or something of the sort. When Gertrude entered the kitchen she found Pauline’s dress and underwear sprawled all over the floor. She crouched down to investigate. Was her sister roaming about butt naked?


Suddenly something shoves her from behind and she falls to the floor with a grunt. She manages to flip herself over before something large and heavy pinned her down. The pale woman gasped when she saw it was a naked Cinderella grinning over from the side of her stomach which was what was pinning her down. “Cinderella?! What on earth happened to you!?” Gertrude exclaimed, eyes glued on her step-sister’s torso. “Why are you so...fat?”


“Fat?” Cinderella repeated while pouting. She rubbed the sides of her tummy. “That’s not a nice thing to say to a woman when they’re expecting.”


“Expecting?” Gertrude’s eyes went wide. She recalled the last time she saw her sibling and her stomach was still flat. “You’re pregnant, how? And who would want to have sex with you anyhow?”


Cinderella rested her head on her hand. “You’d be surprised actually, in fact you’re going to meet one of them now.”


Gertrude was going to ask what the blonde meant by that when she felt herself being tugged forwards. She couldn’t really see with the tummy in the way but when she felt her feet come into contact with something warm and moist, her mind told her she needed to escape, now. She scratched at the floor trying to halt herself but the force pulling her in was stronger. Her shins had entered the warm space and that’s when the skirt of her gown started pushing upwards covering her head. Gertrude made the mistake of trying to get the dress out of the way in order to see, leaving her defenseless to getting sucked in more and having her dress entangle her head more. Eventually she managed to get it off in time for her head to be engulfed by Cinderella’s pussy, her arms the last parts to enter.


Gertrude’s world became dark and moist as she traveled through the birth canal and entered the womb with a splash, beginning to drown until another umbilical cord came and attached to her navel, allowing her to breathe. “Hey watch it, you nearly hit my eye!” Pauline complained.


“Pauline? What are you doing here?” Gertrude asked, shocked to see her sister.


“Cinderella got me too,” the younger sibling sighed. “I don’t know how she’s doing this, but something tells me she isn’t done yet...”


Meanwhile upstairs, Ruthbar was sitting in front of her vanity powdering her face to hide all of her wrinkles. The mother was in her mid forties however she looked much older from all the scowling and yelling she’s done over the years. And while she was putting on a lot of makeup to make herself look younger, it was pretty obvious. Though Ruthbar was oblivious to this, she was so vain that she thought she was the most gorgeous woman in the whole kingdom, enough for the prince to fall in love with her.


If she and his highness were to get married her whole life would change for the better. She could start over by leaving Gertrude and Pauline behind. The truth was Ruthbar had never wanted children in the first place, the only reason it happened was because she had gotten knocked up during the process of robbing some rich men of their pocket money. Once was one thing, but twice was bad luck. She was very fortunate to have met Cinderella’s father years ago, it was even better after he’d passed as she took his inheritance and land, she even got a decent maid to boot.


A stomping noise interrupted her thoughts, shaking the room with every step. She lowered her powder brush. What on earth were her daughters doing to make such a ruckus? Suddenly her door opened causing her to turn in her seat to witness an unbelievable sight. There stood Cinderella, completely nude with a belly jutting nearly six feet from her torso, a linea nigra running from her pubic area to her popped out navel. She was so big that it only made sense she was the source of the stomping.


Ruthbar’s jaw dropped to the floor along with the brush in her hand, she was absolutely speechless.


Cinderella however wasn’t.


“You know if you leave your mouth hanging open like that you’ll catch flies,” she giggled. “Which should be easy for you since your stench already attracts them.”


Ruthbar may have been flabbergasted a moment ago, but the instant she heard that insult she was back to her nasty self. “How dare you talk to me like that? Especially in your condition!” the wicked step-mother snapped. She eyed her step-daughter’s oversized middle, scowling. “And how do you explain this?” She jabbed a sharp finger towards the bump, and as if on cue, it began moving from the gesture. “Did you get yourself knocked up and have somehow been hiding this for the past few months? I always took you as a peasant, never would have expected you to be a slut as well.”


“What is with you people saying this girl can’t get a guy to sleep with? She’s leagues more attractive than you…” Cinderella mumbled, Ruthbar unable to hear her.


“Eh, speak up!” the older woman barked.


“I said you and your daughters have pushed this girl around for too long!” A menacing glare was on the blonde’s face. “But that all ends today!”


With that she charged at Ruthbar with great speed despite what her hefty appearance would suggest. The older woman screamed and dived out of the way at the last second before Cinderella crashed into the vanity, actually breaking it in the process. The mother scrambled to get up and flee the room as if it were on fire. “Gertrude! Pauline! Help me!” she screamed. She dashed towards the steps and began to descend them when something jerked her hard, causing her gown to tear and making her fall down the rest of the way. The reason for this was none other than Cinderella who had quickly caught up and stepped down hard on the tail of her step-mother’s dress, enough to cause the chain reaction.


Ruthbar, now in nothing more than her bra and heels(she really had high expectations to seduce the prince)tumbled to the first floor and landed in a daze. Cinderella descended down the stairs and made her way in front of her, her belly casting a shadow over the downed woman. Next she lowered herself until Ruthbar’s head was touching her crotch, can you guess what happened next?


By the time the step-mother’s senses returned to normal it was already too late as her face was greeted to Cinderella’s pussy opening up widely. The lips clamped around the head before the muscles worked to pull the woman in. Ruthbar’s arms flailed about to gain purchase but it was useless. In quick succession her body was rapidly sucked in, removing her bra and heels in the process. The older woman traveled up the cervix and entered the already crowded space occupied by two other captives.


“Now mother is here, great…” Pauline complained as someone’s elbow was being shoved into her face. “It’s getting too crowded in here.”


“Girls!? What on earth are you doing here?” Ruthbar asked, the second an umbilical cord connected to allow her to breathe.


“The same reason you’re here,” Gertrude grunted, trying to shift into a more comfortable position. “Cinderella’s gone insane and is taking us hostage in here!”


“Well you’re right about the second part, however I’m not your pushover Cinderella,” the blonde woman purred outside, stroking the top of her belly with a finger. “My name is Maleficent, I’m an angel of vengeance.”


“An angel of vengeance?” repeated Pauline.


“Correct, I’ve been sent to your realm to personally punish you for your cruel treatment of your step-relative, better known as Cinderella.”


“So you’re impersonating that bitch to trick us?” Gertrude grunted, starting to get angry at the situation and someone hitting her side.


Maleficent grinned. “I’m not impersonating your sister, but rather I’ve taken over her body, her consciousness is currently in a deep sleep while I’m at the helm.”


“And what, pray tell, are you going to do exactly?” Ruthbar asked. Instead of getting an answer, everyone was suddenly shifted as Maleficent started to walk, or rather waddle. She climbed back up the stairs which would certainly be a challenge for anyone in her condition, however thanks to her demonic powers she had no trouble whatsoever. She entered Cinderella’s room where her red eyes started to glow vibrantly. Inside the womb the family of three’s eyes glowed red as well and a moment later their vision changed.


Instead of seeing the dark pink walls of the womb and each other, the three could now see whatever Maleficent was looking at. The first thing they saw was their captor’s body in the mirror. Cinderella’s body had changed drastically since Maleficent began her plan. The woman’s belly now extended a clean nine feet in a perfect egg shape, and aside from the linea nigra, there were no blemishes or stretch marks to hinder the beautiful skin despite being stretched. Her breasts had swelled by a couple of sizes as well, each boob the size of a prize winning melon at a harvest festival, the nipples were now dark with the areolas doubling in size. Her hips had widened by a considerable margin to bear the heavy frontal weight, putting Pauline’s to shame. Finally there was Cinderella’s butt which had grown out and rivaled that of a chair’s cushion, it was even softer than one as well.


Maleficent held one of her boobs in a hand, the tit spilling out from the palm. “Don’t I look sexy?” she asked out loud.


“You look like a fat cow!” Ruthbar snarled, hating that she was being forced to watch this.


“Mother, maybe we shouldn’t upset the person holding us captive?” Gertrude suggested as she placed a hand on her mom’s shoulder.


“I wasn’t asking for anyone’s opinion, it was a rhetorical question, of course I look sexy.” Maleficent waved a glowing finger and a burst of fire surrounded her. When it died out, the family of three could now see she was now wearing a beautiful red gown that left the shoulders uncovered as well as the sides leading down to the mid-torso. The dress even managed to conceal the entirety of Maleficent’s stomach, the designs on the front somehow looking better stretched out. The outfit was custom made for her pregnant body, that much was obvious since the angel conjured it up herself.


Maleficent pressed her hands up on her breasts which were being hugged firmly by the top portion of the gown. “Mmm, pretty stuffy, but I suppose it’ll suffice for your human activity,” she said to herself.


“What are you talking about? Pauline asked her.


Maleficent smiled at the question. “Well dear, your sister Cinderella made a wish with me that you all shall not participate at the ball tonight except for her. Though I did twist it a bit.”


“That little twerp!” Gertrude exclaimed angrily, a scowl on her face.


“Can you really blame her for making such a selfish request? You three have treated her so poorly the last few years that you should’ve expected her to have hostile feelings towards you. But enough talk, let’s have some fun!” With that the angel of vengeance snapped her fingers and she and her plus ones were warped away in a wispy red orb.


The dark sky allowed the traveling orb to fly without being seen by anyone, not that anybody was looking up at the time. Upon reaching its destination, the orb dispersed and out stepped Maleficent, looking up at the kingdom’s castle from behind some trees. The family’s vision was still connected to their captor so they could see the prince’s home as well.


“His highness’ castle,” Gertrude said in awe.


“It’s so much bigger up close,” Pauline commented with amazement.


“It’s beautiful…” mused Ruthbar.


“Eh, I’ve seen better,” Maleficent pipped in, shrugging. “Let’s go see what the big fuss is all about.” She moved past the vegetation and towards the castle entrance along with other arriving guests. Those who saw the disguised angel made similar looks of shock when they saw her body, never seeing someone so expectant before. Maleficent gave them all a smile that was innocent enough, however she also added more gusto to the swing of her hips as she waddled, silently telling everyone she wasn’t afraid to flaunt her body. There were guards posted to guide guests to the room where the ball was being held.


The party was in full swing the moment Maleficent stepped foot into the room. There was a band at one corner playing an energetic song that had many dancing by their stage. A table the length of the room decorated with bite sized snacks of different tastes and cultures had many party goers chatting there while eating, a large bowl filled with juice at the center. Maleficent made a beeline for the snack table, grabbing handfuls and shoveling them into her mouth. Ruthbar and her daughters could see other guests stare at their captor with shock or disgust before moving away.


“Good grief, you are acting like such a pig!” the mother scolded, shaking her head.


“I know everyone is staring at her, but I can’t help feeling embarrassed as if they were looking at me!” whined Pauline.


Maleficent paused her eating and looked down at her torso. “Hey I can’t help it, I’m eating for four now!” she says with an icing grin from a cupcake.


“This is her way of torturing us, by making a fool out of herself and making us bear witness to it,” deduced Gertrude.


Once the disguised angel had her fill of food, which was practically half of the buffet, she waddles over towards the dance floor and starts dancing. The guests that were in the area had to move to make way for her pregnant belly, which swung and swayed as she moved widely about. Inside the womb, the captives were being bounced around in every direction, bumping into each other, the amniotic fluid sloshing around loudly. Maleficent didn’t care about her prisoner’s well being, she was genuinely having fun dancing and the other party goers were starting to get on it as well, chanting her as they formed a wide area circle around her. The three inside the womb couldn’t believe that these people were cheering on this heavily pregnant cow with her dancing.


Eventually, Maleficent grew tired and got off the dance floor, hearing a great round of applause behind her. She made her way back to the snack table however she didn’t eat any food, instead leaning back against the table and watching the party go on. “Whew! That was actually somewhat fun,” she said while placing a hand on her stomach. “What did you girls think?”


“Make the world stop spinning…” Gertrude moaned, her vision still multiplied by four.


“I think I’m going to be sick,” Pauline announced, cheeks turning a pale color.


“Not in here you are!” shrieked Ruthbar, pushing herself as far as she could away from her youngest daughter. “I don’t want to see your bile floating around in here!”


Maleficent chuckled at this before she noticed a man approaching him from the crowd. He was quite tall with brown hair following down the contour of his head, he was dressed in a fancy suit with gold accents all over. The man bowed politely at her. “Good evening Miss, I hope you’ve been enjoying the festivities?” he asks.


“Yeah it’s been alright so far,” Maleficent replies, blowing a lock of her hair out of her face.


“Show some manners! You’re speaking to his highness!” Ruthbar snaps, punching the womb wall.


“Oh my, the prince! He’s even more handsome up close~” swoons Gertrude with a dreamy look.


Pauline starts kicking and punching the cramped space. “Help us, your highness! She’s keeping us hostage in here!” she screams. Everyone joins in on the attack on the pink walls to grab attention and cry out for help. Unfortunately their cries were completely silenced by the very walls they were attacking. The prince’s eyes look down at the heavily expecting woman’s belly to see impressions all over. “Goodness, they’re certainly active aren’t they?” he chuckles.


“They are,” Maleficent agrees, placing a hand on the side of her abdomen. “Would you care to feel your majesty?” The prince nods before gingerly placing his digits on the top of her large stomach. “Now, now, you don’t have to be shy about it. It’s not like it’s made of glass and can break easily, you have to really get into it.” The prince presses his palms up against the belly and rubs giant circles on it, much to Maleficent’s amusement. When the family of three saw the prince feeling their prison they knew he couldn’t hear them and their kicks just looked like babies being active in the womb, they ceased their efforts. “Looks like you’ve calmed them down.”


“I suppose I did.” The man places his hands back at his sides before his gaze returns to his guest’s red eyes. “I must say, I’ve never met a woman as expectant as you.”


Maleficent laughed, giving her stomach some hard pats like a drum. “Nobody’s seen a woman as pregnant as me! That’s what makes me unique.”


“Indeed.” The prince looked over at his guests before returning his attention to the conversation. “You know, the whole reason I threw this party was to search for a potential bride…”


Inside their captor’s womb, the family of three’s eyes widened as their earlier theory had been proven right, but then their hearts stopped as a fear of what was about to happen planted itself in their minds. “Are you going to get down on one knee and seriously propose to me?” Maleficent chuckled.


The prince laughed as well. “Ah, no, I won’t be doing that. While I’m enjoying being with your company I believe it’d be a bit controversial if I married a woman already gestating another man’s babies. No offense.”


“None taken.”


His highness put a hand behind his head and rubbed it. “I was actually wondering if you’d like to come to bed with me?”


Maleficent’s expression turned to shock while her prisoners’ eyes bugged out even more. “Excuse me?/EXCUSE ME?!” they all asked/shouted, but only Cinderella’s voice could be heard.


A little smile was on the prince’s lips. “Well since I’m to marry soon and become a king, that means I’m to act proper at all times. I was hoping I could perhaps have at least one last night of fun for myself before that happened. And I wouldn’t mind mating with someone such as yourself, you’re quite beautiful.”


Maleficent had been taken aback by this. Having sex with the prince hadn’t been an idea that came to her, but it was perfect for spiting the women inside her. A mischievous grin spread across her face. “Lead the way to your quarters, your highness.”


The two of them left the ballroom without anyone noticing, hurrying up the flight of stairs. It wasn’t easy in Maleficent’s condition, but thanks to her powers she didn’t tire like others in her position would lugging around so much weight. They reached the prince’s bedroom which was quite grand and big despite only a single person residing here. The man shut the door behind them and started undoing his pants. “Apologies, but we’re going to have to make this quick. The party is nearly halfway finished and I still need to make an appearance,” he explains.


“That’s fine by me,” Maleficent replies. She ripped off the dress, then leaned forward onto the bed to present his highness her incredible round proportions. She was completely nude meaning the man could see every inch of her thick body without anything to do a poor job of censoring it. She smacked one of her plump cheeks before firmly grasping it. “You think you can handle me?”


Without speaking, the prince positioned himself right behind her and started fucking his guest, his royal erection going in over and over as it explored the pussy. He gripped her wide hips for better leverage, his lap smacking against her thick bottom in rapid succession.


Meanwhile, inside the womb, Ruthbar and her daughters were being jostled around as their captor was being pounded by the prince. This was even worse than the dancing because the movement was faster and rougher, the family crashing into each other and the walls against their will. They groaned and cried out with each hit they took, but Maleficent didn’t care nor was she really listening to them, too focused on what was going on.


“Fuck! Yes, give it to me!” she begged, her tongue lolling out her mouth.


“My God, you are so sexy!” the prince moaned. “I wish I could’ve been the one to impregnate you myself!”


“Shit, the way you’re doing me you might!” Maleficent says.


The man didn’t catch that, too busy with pleasing his guest. Her pussy was tightening around his shaft, adding more to the sexual sensation. He could feel himself getting ready to burst, but he attempted to hold off as long as he could. He fondled the woman’s booty with one hand while the other reached out to rub that magnificent pregnant belly of hers, feeling all the kicks the babies inside her were producing. He didn’t know women could get this big while expecting and wondered how many children she was bearing, but he decided not to ask as this wasn’t an appropriate time.


Maleficent was having the time of her life, stamping her legs, fondling her tits, and even biting down on a pillow. She didn’t know if it was Cinderella’s body, or the fact she hasn’t had sex in a while now, but this was the best she ever felt. Sweat was pouring down her body making her swollen belly glisten like a recently washed fruit. She honestly wished this could last forever, but she knew it was time for things to wrap up. “Come on, give me your essence! Fill me up, your highness!” she cried out.


The prince obeyed her wishes, coming right then and there, shooting his load into her. The three women trapped inside the womb could see the man’s semen blast inside the area they were in and watched as it was absorbed into the pink womb walls. The prince pulled out, his cock burning from how quick yet intense the sex was.


“Goodness, words can’t describe how incredible that was,” he gasped, breathing heavily.


“Mmm, same,” Maleficent replied in a breathy giggle. “You’re going to make some lucky woman a happy wife.”


“Thank you.” The man nodded. He quickly got dressed in his clothes to make himself look as presentable as he was before the sex. He returned to the bed and stroked the woman’s taut tummy. “You may rest here for as long as you need, I won’t be bringing anyone else up here, after what we did I’m satisfied” he chuckles. “But before I leave, may I have your name?”


Maleficent took a moment before responding. “Cinderella, my name is Cinderella.”


“Cinderella,” the prince tried the name out, smiling brightly. “What a lovely name, I won’t forget our night together, Cinderella.”


With that he left, leaving “Cinderella” alone in the bedroom. The heavily expecting woman sat up in bed, placing her hands on her swollen midsection. “Well that was certainly a fun party! Wouldn’t you ladies agree?” she asked her prisoners.


“I can’t believe that actually happened…” Gertrude whispered.


Pauline shook her head, trying to get her vision to stop spinning. “We were bounced around like wheels on a bumpy road! That was horrible!” she exclaims.


There was a dark face on Ruthbar, this had been an embarrassing experience. She had been forced to watch her step-daughter getting pounded by the prince, and even closing her eyes failed to protect her from the scene. No matter how hard she tried, she would never forget this, ever . During the commotion she found herself at the bottom of the cramped space, so she looked upwards. “Alright, if this is your way of tormenting us for all the terrible things we’ve done to Cinderella then you’ve succeeded,” she states dryly.


“Yeah, we promise we’ll treat her better!” Gertrude nodded her head frantically.


“I’ll even stop spanking her for my own sexual desires!” Pauline added, earning the looks of her family.


“You do what to her?” they asked together.


Maleficent smiled, her plan had worked perfectly and now the mean family had agreed to change their cruel ways towards the kind girl. “That’s great, I’m glad you three finally saw the light,” she begins. “Now I’ll just let you out before-”


Her sentence was interrupted as from outside in the distance, the town’s clock tower bell rang twelve times, signaling midnight. Maleficent’s eyes widened in horror. “Oops…”


“Oops? Why did you say oops?” questions Pauline.


Maleficent rubbed the nape of her neck, a look of embarrassment on her face. “Well, you see… There was a time limit for the possession I did on Cinderella, I needed to set her free before midnight and well…it’s already midnight…”


Ruthbar’s face contorted into confusion. “And?” she asks.


“And it means my possession of Cinderella’s has become permanent, meaning I’m stuck in her body and you’re stuck inside of me for...eternity…”


“WHAT?!” Ruthbar and Gertrude screamed, Pauline however, wasn’t fazed.


“Okay, how long is that?” she asks.


Gertrude smacked her younger sister upside the head with her foot. “You imbecile, it means forever! We’re trapped in here forever!”


Now understanding the dire situation, Pauline screamed and began lashing out against the womb walls as if she could break free, her mother and sister joining in as well. On the outside, Maleficent watched as her oversized belly bulged out in every direction from her permanent prisoners' attacks, hearing their pleas for help/screams to be let out. Unfortunately, their efforts were futile as there was no way out.


Huh, trapped in a mortal’s body with three people stuck in my womb forever… ” the angel thought to herself, placing her hands on her moving belly. “ Maybe I should tell them what will happen to their bodies because of it… ” She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. “ Nah, they can find out for themselves, it’ll be more fun.

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3000 YEARS LATER


Maleficent’s appearance had changed from when she first gained control of Cinderella’s body. Her skin had become darker, tan like the angel's original body, the bright blonde hair was now black, and the blue eyes were now red, though almost everyone mistook them for brown. The next change was a major one, her belly. The abdomen was now several times bigger than when she first captured Cinderella’s family, it was taller than her and even touched the ground. There was a reason for this, something that Maleficent had no control over...well, she sort of did...


Every time a man came inside of Maleficent, their seed would in actuality enter the three prisoners residing in her womb, meaning the wicked step-family got more babies added in them each time their captor had sex. This was that tidbit of information the angel decided to withhold from them since they became permanently stuck inside her. When they first learned of this, they were horrified by the thought of giving birth as they gestated. However they had nothing to fear because they never gave birth, the babies instead continuing to grow inside with no signs of coming out. On one hand, they would never have to experience the pains of childbirth, but on the other this also meant they were constantly aching and cramped by how tight their space was. And each time their stomachs got bigger, the tighter it got in Maleficent’s womb. The family of three’s bellies were squished tightly against each other and they could constantly feel the kicking from one another’s tummy. Over the centuries the women had become so pushed back from their humongous bellies that they couldn’t see nor hear each other anymore, essentially isolating them. It was enough to drive a person insane.


Now in the present day, two pairs of hands were feeling the warmness of a pregnant middle. One of them belonged to Maleficent, the owner of the gravid torso. The other hands belonged to her boyfriend, Derrick. Out of all the years Maleficent spent being permanently pregnant, she had never once gotten into a committed relationship. But that had all changed when she met Derrick in the twenty-first century. She couldn’t quite explain it, but there was something about the mortal man that had her attracted to him. Perhaps it was his kind heart, or his attractive looks?


Or maybe it was because he knew how to fuck a pregnant woman?


Yeah, it was most likely that last one. Maleficent has had sex plenty of times after the prince, but none of those men, or women, compared to Derrick. What helped was that the man had a pregnancy fetish, the bigger the belly, the better. And when he first met Maleficent he was head over heels for her. The two really hit it off, even more so when the man learnt that Maleficent was going to be “pregnant” for a long time.


The two were resting on the sofa in their house, Derrick sitting besides his girlfriend. Maleficent’s belly stretched to the other side of the living room, practically taking up a third of the space. The oversized tan stomach was still at the moment, the hands attempting to find any signs of movement. “Mmm, they’ve been quiet recently,” Derrick hums, rubbing big circles all over the smooth surface area.


Maleficent nodded in agreement. “Well I have been lounging around the past few days doing nothing, that’s probably it,” she theorizes.


Derrick moves his hands underneath her massive tits, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Well then, Cindy, we know how to wake them up, don’t we?” Cindy was the fake name Maleficent went by, as homage to Cinderella.


Maleficent snickered. “We really were made for each other,” she says as she begins removing her top.


And they lived happily ever after.