Abnormal Family Dynamic(Pregnancy-Inflation-Pain-Noncon-Size)

This is probably going to be a weird story, and it is not written like anything I've ever written before. It's going to have all of my favorite fetishes, but many of them might be presented in ways I've never really toyed with before. As always, if you aren't as royally fucked up fetishistically as I am, you probably don't want to read this.

The story itself extends from my perversion, and my nigh-obsession with the mother in this picture: http://rc.hentai-foundry.com/pic-97973.html

Now, Lolicon isn't my thing in the slightest, but I really, really love the mother there, so I decided to write my own thing that varied from it greatly, yet used that woman.

In twenty-two years of life, Rachel had never seen her mother not pregnant.

At first, when she was a little girl, she always knew her mother was different from other women- at first, there was the figure. Anna was beyond pornographic. A natural blonde, she stood at an incredibly statuesque six-foot-six barefoot, with a body that most could only have dreamed ever existed. Her face was a carved vision- a strong, curved jawline and sharp nose that gave her an artistic, perfect beauty. With calm, sea-blue eyes and slightly pale, yet seemingly never having known the hell of a blemish skin, her face alone could have caught eyes, stopped ships, and started wars- yet the rest of her was what most commonly drew the eyes.

Were it not for her ass, one might have first stared her in the eyes- each globe of her rump was perfect and pert- spherical and bubbly, yet fat-stuffed and jostling with every exaggerated sway of her hips. Hands could easily get lost within the plump surface of it, and equally as spacious would be the deep, string-swallowing cleft between them.

Were it not for her tits, one might have first stared at her ass, then. 'Hard to believe' could be used to describe them- Juicy, another word. Jaw-dropping, massive, whorish, milk-swollen, bloated funbags another term. Each one was so large they eclipsed her head's size- tits each the size of basketballs, or some other ludicrous measure- a cup size might have been referenced, if Anna ever wore a bra. Preferring to let her whorish tits be seen every day, leaking soft rivers of milk into her inevitable minuscule top. If pressed behind closed doors, men and women alike would admit to wanting to suck them dry- further commenting that while insanely large and only -just- buoyant enough to avoid an unsightly amount of sag, they fit her hourglass frame quite perfectly.

Finally, however, were it not for her belly, one might have first stared at her leaking breasts. Anna was -always- pregnant. Rachel grew up with her mother's appearance baffling her as Rachel's knowledge of the human body grew. First, she understood one thing- other women's bellies were not that big. Rachel's mother's bloated stomach looked, and -was- constantly swollen with young- though the size varied constantly, it was never flat. Ri