Chapter 8: Miracle
The stable was filled with the soft, golden light of early morning, the gentle nickering of horses, and the sweet, earthy scent of hay and manure. Anna lay in her private stall, the bed of straw beneath her a soft, comforting cushion.
She was curled on her side, the only position she could sleep comfortably in, her enormous, person-sized tits resting on the straw before her body, each one almost as big as herself. Effectively doubling her weight, her massive tits made even the simplest of movements an ordeal, but in this position, they supported her, cradling her like a protective shield.
A meaty shield, larger than her torso, capped with sensible nipples and full of warm, creamy milk, the queen's favourite treat. Elsa had made a habit of using Anna's milk as much as possible in her diet, claiming it had magical properties that only enhanced her ice powers. Anna secretly believed it was just an excuse to suckle on her tits, but she couldn't blame her sister—they were, after all, a delicious treat.
Anna shifted slightly, her massive tits wobbling and jiggling with the movement. The sound of milk sloshing inside her udders echoed through the stables, a comforting, familiar noise that always managed to soothe her frazzled nerves.
Anna woke slowly, lazily, like only a dairy cow could afford to, her green eyes opening slowly to meet the sight of her own freckled cleavage. As usual, her tits were so big they blocked her line of sight, her thumb-sized nipples peeking out from beneath her massive mammaries, still leaking milk from her last milking session. She let out a soft moan, her body protesting the sudden movement, her thighs still sore from her tryst with her sister in the palace's bathhouse.
She shifted slightly, her massive tits wobbling and jiggling with the movement, her cowbell clanking softly as it swung against her enormous, pendulous breasts. The sound echoed through the stables, a reminder that she was never truly alone, that the horses were always watching, always listening.
Anna shifted again, her massive tits jiggling and swaying with the motion, her morning wood jutting out proudly from the red-haired bush, exposed by her cow attire—tight-high cow-print stockings, long cow-print gloves, her trusty cowbell, a hairband with a pair of cute little horns, and nothing else. All her naughty bits were out for all to see—giant tits, huge cock, and her toned midriff between them.
Speaking of midriff, the princess groaned softly, feeling and looking pretty green. She was used to being achy, thanks to weighing twice as much as a normal woman of her size, but nauseous? That was new. Anna's hand instinctively went to her belly, her fingers pressing into the soft flesh as she attempted to soothe the queasiness that had suddenly washed over her.
"Ugh, what is with me today?" she muttered to herself, her voice groggy with sleep. The nausea was unlike anything she'd ever experienced—a gnawing, persistent sensation that made her stomach churn and her head swim. She shifted again, her massive tits jiggling and swaying with the motion, her cowbell clanking softly as it swung against her enormous, pendulous breasts.
Wondering if she ate something that disagreed with her, the princess slowly rises, sitting up with her tits spilling around her knees, and promptly regretted it.
The world swam around her as she felt a wave of nausea. Clutching her belly, she stumbled to her feet and quickly scanned her surroundings, her eyes landing on the bucket next to her.
Luckily, there wasa bucket at arm's length in case of nightly needs, and doubly lucky it was currently empty, Anna thought as she lunged for it. She made it just in time, the sound of her retching filling the stables. Her stomach heaved, forcing up the contents that had plagued her sleep. Bile burned her throat, tears stinging her eyes.
As she emptied her stomach, Anna couldn't help but feel sorry for herself. She had never felt this way before, and she hoped it wasn't anything serious.
Anna's mind raced as she clutched the bucket, her body shaking with each retch. Just as she thought she was done, another wave of nausea hit her, and she doubled over, her massive tits swinging wildly.
Just then, the stable door swung open, and in walked Elsa, carrying a large tray laden with food. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Anna, bent over the bucket, her entire body convulsing with each heave. The queen's usually stern expression softened, concern etched on her face as she rushed to Anna's side.
"Anna, what's wrong?" Elsa asked, her voice filled with worry. She set the tray down on a nearby bale of hay and knelt beside Anna, her long, white braids tickling Anna's skin as she leaned in to check on her.
Anna looked up at her sister, her eyes watering from the tears and the strain. She shook her head, her massive tits swaying with the motion. "I don't know," she croaked, her voice hoarse from retching. "I just woke up feeling sick."
Elsa's eyes narrowed as she looked at her little sister, taking in the greenish hue to her skin, the darker hue of her nipples, the prominent veins under the freckled skin of her humongous teats. She reached out, her long-nailed fingers tracing the line of a vein that pulsed beneath Anna's skin. "Oh, dear... it's... morning sickness?"
Elsa asked, her voice filled with concern and disbelief.
"What?"Anna barked, "Don't be daft, I'm a shemale. I can't get pregnant no matter how much I want it, remember?" She clutched her belly tighter, grimacing as another wave of nausea hit her, the words leaving her mouth with a loud croak. Immediately, she regretted it as she was overwhelmed by another bout of retching, her massive tits heaving and swaying with the force of her convulsions.
Between heaves, she managed to gasp out, "It doesn't matter how many times you cum inside me, how loud you scream 'get pregnant' as you fill my ass with cum. I don't have a pussy. I can't give you children." Anna sobbed between retches, her voice thick with emotion and bile.
Elsa sighed, her expression softening even further. "We live in a world with magic, Anna," she said gently, her voice soothing and melodic as she rubbed soothing circles on Anna's back. "With trolls and living snowmen and tiny fairies. With potions that make your tits grow bigger than a person. Do you really think it's that impossible for shemales like us to get pregnant?" She smiled sweetly, her hand continuing its gentle, rhythmic motion.
The words made Anna pause mid-retch, her eyes widening in disbelief as she looked up at her sister. "What?" she croaked, her voice barely audible. "You mean... you think I'm... pregnant?"
Elsa nodded, her smile growing larger as she watched Anna's expression change from disbelief to shock to hope.
"I think that's exactly what's happening, little sister. You're pregnant. Probably. We'll have to take a test." Elsa said matter-of-factly, her voice calm and collected. "To be sure, of course."
Elsa nodded, a look of determination in her icy blue eyes. She stood up from her kneeling position, her long, white braids swishing against her back as she moved. She turned and walked towards the stable door, leaving Anna with her thoughts and her nausea.
Once sure her sister was not going to barf herself to death, Elsa left shortly, coming back with a small, round bottle half-full of blue liquid. She held it up for Anna to see, her expression serious.