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Overindulgence meant little to those who had everything....and even less to those who had never had anything. Lucidum...raven, woman, overindulgent harem harlot....she was all of these things, but it had not always been so.

The raven was once male, and a thief....poor and street-wise, having made his living in his youth cutting purses on the streets, and in his adulthood pulling heists high above them, taking what he pleased from the spires and mansions of the upper class and selling untold treasures just to make a (dis)honest living. You didn't have to be born into the highest echelons of society...but it was no easy task to earn your way into them, and a young man of a mistrusted and duplicitous species such as his did not warrant honest, hard-working pay. He had grown up with nothing, always wanting more.

And now, trapped in a woman's body with a curse sprung from that very same ambition, Lucidum had everything she could ever want, and yet it was never enough. The gods, if there were such a thing, had curse Lucidum to live out a life blessed with eternal youth, vigor, and unending lust...albeit trapped in the body of a nubile young maiden, the runes imprinted in the skin of her womb a testament to her own greed....and yet, she was not certain that it was such a curse after all.

The raven lounged atop a pile of cushions in her harem chamber, clutching at the rounded swells of her heavily engorged belly with both hands, her abdomen stretched tightly around the squirming forms of two equine slaves inside her. The mare had not yet foaled, her pregnancy was nearly six months through, and her own belly was round and smooth with the life inside....and her gravid state seemed to be affecting the avian woman who housed her.

Lucidum hated and loved her body all at once. She was gorgeous, exceptionally beautiful and able to perform many new, exotic, and extraordinarily pleasurable acts, it was true...but satisfaction was always short-lived...no amount of seed, nor harem of slaves could satiate her appetites for more than a short while....even with a womb swollen with a pregnant slave mare and her most virile stallion Theo inside to keep her company, Lucidum's womb hungered for more. In fact, with the mare inside her, she seemed to be even more lustful than usual. She slept soundly to the grunts and moans and winnies of Theo and the pregnant mare fucking each other senseless inside her swollen belly, but when she awoke, she often needed to prod the two into another round of lovemaking, the raven rolling her hips and caressing her plump, milk-swollen breasts to the rhythm.

Despite how long it had been since the change...Lucidum still couldn't fathom the sheer range of pleasures that his female body experienced. From the hot flush of arousal to the shocking tingle of foreplay, the deep, internal rippling of her tight vaginal passageway over a man's member, to tight pressure of her breasts swelling with milk, growing more sensitive with each passing day before she let her slaves (or herself) drink from her supple tits. But unbirthing...this was not an act normal women could accomplish, she doubted whether anyone had ever experienced the same sensations that she did now. Pregnancy was one thing- something, she was surprised to find that she jealously envied in normal women. But the feeling of her virginally-tight pussy stretching enough to fit another fur inside her, so tight that it almost hurt, and then to feel them deep inside her belly, stretching so tightly around their body that they accommodated nearly her entire midsection. She was so used to being lithe and thin, her belly tight and toned, the skin stretched so far around the mare (she really ought to have asked her name...) and Theo inside her womb that, had she not feathers, they would be clearly visible through it.

The first few times her lust had overcome her senses, and she'd unbirthed a harem slave- the younger Corgi herm named Michelle, it had been almost on instinct, but her mind had rebelled. Lucidum had panicked even while his (or her) body acted on its own accord, and the feeling of stretching to the verge of pain and the apex of pleasure had been a sensation unlike anything felt before. Lucidum was of average height, only 5'4" tall...and was certain that her lithe, slender body could never fit another inside it! Whatever sorcery bound him in this body, however, allowed the erstwhile male to stretch (so far) without limit, and with the shorter, lighter Michelle compacted in the fetal position within his new womb, even the modestly-sized Lucidum could stand and walk, clutching her rounded belly, if somewhat awkward in gait with such a weight inside her.

Mind drifting back towards the present, the raven heaved a sigh of deep-seated pleasure as that Corgi- her first unbirth "victim," removed her snout from between Lucidum's thighs, muzzle coated in lustful juices as she finished eating her mistress out. It was a small pleasure compared to the incomparable heat and intermittent jolts of orgasm that ran up the raven's spine as the horses inside her reached their peak together, an exultant whinny of equine bliss echoing through the harem chamber, barely muffled by the raven's skin as all three of them came to a simultaneous climax, her hot insides caressing their forms, outlined neatly through her belly.

While the corgi may have taken up very little space in her belly, two horses were another story entirely. Her curse only allowed her to stretch to inconceivable limits....it did nothing for the weight of what was inside. Theo was a tall, strong, virile stallion, easily 210 pounds and standing close to seven feet tall; even in fetal position inside Lucidum's womb, she could barely stand, and had to walk slowly to avoid bowling over with the weight in her gut. The mare was almost exactly Lucidum's height, however, though more athletic in build. Her weight had been tolerable inside the raven, only a month pregnant and weighing a mere 108 pounds, the bird could stand and walk easily (or, could have at that time, had she not spent the last week being repeatedly fucked by horses!) The mare was pregnant and showing it now, however, six months in, belly round and tight, adding maybe fifteen pounds to her- still easily carried, but with Theo joining her they added up to such a load that the raven was resigned to lounging in her harem chamber, attended to by her full panoply of slaves- Michelle and Theo being the only two from her original harem that she had recaptured.

Once this ordeal was done, and the mare and Theo were out of her body, she would consider a new approach...but for now, she collapsed into a deep, restful sleep, too heavy with the horses in her womb to even waddle to the bedchamber, Lucidum let her mind drift...dreaming of what it would be like to live a normal life as a woman, making love to a husband instead of harem slaves, being pregnant, gravid with eggs and giving birth to children she could suckle and raise......