Abatha welcomes you into her private quarters, a feat nobody else in the monastery has ever achieved. You gulp as she simply smiles back. "You needn't be scared, my child. 'Tis only oil duty... only this time, you will be rubbing a bit more than my belly.~"
She disrobes, revealing her gravid body, oddly distended and discolored from the otherworldly tenant in her stomach. Her lingerie is stained through from the juice of her two pussies. Her breasts hang loosely over her belly, constantly leaking milk. Her stomach doesn't look like it will hold for long, the taut form unmoving against her touch.
"What's wrong, dear? You've been holding that bottle of oil in your hands for a while now. Does mommy look like she'll just about pop if you touched her belly? Afraid she might burst open and get you all dirty? Don't worry, sweetie. Mommy will be okay... though, I wouldn't be surprised if I just exploded right now...my stomach is making all kinds of strange sounds, and my guts are so full of eggs. I'm so bloated, my tummy's all red and blue... I've definitely set a record this year. Hm? What's that, honey? You seem interested in mommy's second pussy... mhm. It pulses, and squirts, and can take dildos just like the other... you'd like to play with it, wouldn't you? Mommy would like it if you kissed it like you kissed her. Now, be good and uncap that oil now. You wouldn't like if I slipped your cellphone into my time-out hole like I did your car keys... would you?~"
*muffled jingle*

Abatha's egg production gets to be at its highest in the summer months, causing her stomach to swell out many more times the normal human limit. Unfertilized eggs spew out of both ends, causing great physical discomfort to any normal person but the greatest high of Abatha's life.

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