Pregnant with triplets

Oh god, oh god, OH GOD!

I’m growing so quickly, how can this be?!

Honestly, I just love the look of my bump in this shot. Do you agree??

Don’t forget that custom videos/photos are available upon request via DM. So send me a message if you want to see more of this bump

I’d love it if someone was able to help cradle this heavy belly and give me cuddles and belly rubs too.

Want to see more of my bump? Consider ordering tailored custom content through DM

For those of you who are interested in my custom orders, I have created previews of the videos recently made. If you’re interested in custom orders, feel free to DM me as always

Request 381.10: aImagine you’re bred while breastfeeding (or pumping) and you continue to do both while pregnant. Breeding and stimulation is your kink and so is your husband’s, so you both let hormones and pheromones take control. You see, getting bred stimulates fertility while getting milked stimulates milk. So this endless cycle could go on throughout your fertile years. Oh, and don’t forget your diet for your unborn and born babies, preferably multiples and hyper-pregnancies.

Breeding, part 1

Pregnancy had been quite simple for me. I was made for this and it was what we both wanted, to grow our family from love and pleasure. Even right before the end, belly heavy and low, I took my partner, and we started my labor in the natural way. Mouth on a breast, stimulating the other, and preparing the body for birth.

It did not take long to find our routine as a new family, the small baby forever borrowed into my great breasts, asleep or feeding. They rarely cried, slept well, and the pattern emerged with a few months. The only problem we had was my over production of milk. No matter what we tried I just produced too much, and rather than pumping, my partner fulfilled my need to release more milk. With the smooth transition into parenthood, I was ready for more release than just from the milk in my breasts.

Hands rubbed and massaged my still swollen womb, softer and malleable after birth. As they sheathed themselves inside, they took one of my dark thick nipples in their mouth, and I shuddered as I felt my milk rush out. Running my hands over their belly swelling from the volume of milk being released. Once both emptied, their belly full and round with my milk, and my belly tight from them, it became our nightly routine.

Our child was barely 6 months old when we confirmed our second and third. My belly never quite going back down after birth, already round and full. We knew breastfeeding would keep me fertile, but we didn’t realize just how fertile I would be. However, my partner drank in the sight of me breastfeeding our almost 11month old child, the round full dome of our twins taking over my lap.

Once again, we prepared for birth in our home, his cock bringing me to the edge and bringing on labor with the breaking of my waters. We sent for the midwife, as we prepared for the two newest members of our family to join us. I was not as prepared for the intensity of this birth, my belly bigger and heavier than the first time, but I progressed faster. By the time the midwife made it to our home, our second child was resting on my belly suckling happily. Her suckling helping the labor for my third child to continue their way into the world. As the midwife takes the place of my partner, he comes and helps with my other breast, rubbing the top of the tight dome of my belly. Helping the contractions push our child further into my pelvis.

Keening into the next contraction, sweating dripping down my face, I can feel my third child crown. My midwife raises my leg up, and helps guide my child out with the next contraction. Crying and wailing from the pain and intensity, my third second son is placed next to his sister, crying loudly before latching. Both eyes watching me and my partner.

***3 years later***

My partner and I usually spend our evening outside, our motley crew of 7 crawling and playing in the lawn. Usually my partner chasing after the older three, and our nanny helping me with the others usually being fed before playing too. I knew breastfeeding as I did would increase my fertility, but we were surprised with how quickly I would start swelling with more children. In the few years we added four more children to our growing family, and I am currently carrying four within me. I only have a month left, but my ability to move is limited with four active babies inside me. There is rarely a moment other than when I am asleep that I do not have a child latched to my breast. But I fall asleep with my partner finishing off what the children could not finish.

My breasts have grown several cup sizes with the volume they make for my growing family, but not as much as my belly swells with life, never smaller than it was right after my first 4 years ago. And I have a lot of time left to keep having children, we are not ready for the conversation about when to stop, but how to keep up with how fertile I am.

My partner and his family are building us a large home, where we can have over 20 children. We might need a bigger one later, but we have time. Coming back to the image in front of me, I kiss the head of the six month old baby suckling on my breast. Their belly full of my milk, eyes slowly closing from the milk drunk as it’s called. I love these moments, removing my nipple from their slack out, swiftly placing back into my bra. I hand my daughter back to the nanny, who places her in a bassinet with her twin sister, also fast asleep after her own milk drunk. Rubbing my full belly, I feel my unborn babies move with my attentions, their movements getting stronger and less big as they take up more space in my womb. I’m already much bigger than I was even when I gave birth to my last set of twins, who were 10 and 11lbs respectively.

“You look so beautiful when you do that,” my partner states from beside me, “our babies are getting so big already, you ready for them?” His hands rubbed the big heavy globe in my lap, pushing where one of our children pushed back into him.

Sighing I nodded, giving him a small smile, “I’m more sad we will have to go to hospital for this birth. I know I could do it just fine at home. I’ve had 4 births safely at home, three were twins. But I don’t want to risk them, or myself either. I love them so much, and I know I’ll be ready for you to fill me back up after them. I’ve never felt so full and feminine all at the same time.”

His eyes crinkled with a smile, kissing my belly, along the ripple of stretch marks that came everywhere with this pregnancy, my belly stretching and growing bigger faster than ever.

“You’re so full, is this how full you need to be now?” He asked huskily, nodding to the nanny as she took the children inside.

“Maybe,” I smirked, “you think you can handle us growing exponentially?”

Taking my mouth with his, he showed just how much that’s exactly what he wanted, to keep me round and full with out growing family.

**2mos later**

Making it to a safe 35 weeks with 4 babies is hard, and once we were in the hospital, I was ready for the birth of my children. My belly was huge, pointed and bulging at the sides with our four children, somewhat misshapen from the life growing within. I had actually started going into labor naturally, and my midwife wanted to let my body do what it needed with support should things change with so many babies being born from one womb.

My body was made for this, and it was only an hour after arriving that I was ready to push baby one. Two hard pushes and our son was born, a nice 7lbs, big for a multiple, and within five minutes his brother joined him. Standing with my legs crouched, belly low as my third child filled my birth canal, I screamed as they stretched me further. My sons may have been big for quadruplets, which my midwife knew my children would be big, my daughters were bigger. Nine pounds, little rolls of fat all over her small body, and I could feel her sister coming down and I knew she was bigger.

“You keep giving me huge babies!” I wailed breathlessly. Moaning lowly as my fourth and last child filled my birth canal and then moved back up. My surprise must have been all over my face, because my partner then brought my sons to me, letting them latch onto my full breasts. Tears and sweat dripped down my face as he wiped my face with a towel tenderly.

Lips against my forehead, “You’re doing beautifully. There is no one who could carry so many large babies at one time. We both know you can do this, because we both want it,” and then he kissed me deeply. Our sons swaddled on the bed in position with their mouths full of boob suckled heartily. A contraction rippled through my still heavy middle, even if it was smaller than when I stated, it was heavy and deep in my pelvis.

As our sons suckled, their sister slowly made her way down with the contractions that came from their stimulations of my breasts. As she finally crowned my partner moved them back into the small bed for them, and placed their sister there. Her round chubby cheeks working hard as she latched immediately.

My partner positioned himself behind me, rubbing my firm heavy womb expertly. Helping my body finish bringing our last child into the world. Moaning she came out with three pushes and the deep burning like I had not felt before, my partner platting my belly to make sure the afterbirth came out with no difficulties and help with the immense swollen womb inside squeeze and settle.

The midwife places my fourth child, or eleventh overall, to my breast and states, “She’s a big one like her sibling, 12lbs!”

I chuckle, and kissed both their heads, chubby cheeks working furiously at filling their bellies with milk. They’d be milk drunk very soon.

After thirty minutes everything is done, and my partner and I are cuddled in bed with our newest members of our family, two girls and two boys.

In the month following their birth, we fall into the routine of a family with 11 children. Never stopping, I was constantly feeding someone, or two with them resting in my wrappings so I could carry and feed at the same time. My belly helping with holding more than one too. It was still very round and almost as big as a full term pregnancy, which was much smaller than it was before I had the quads. Every night my partner would rub and massage my still swollen belly as he suckled from my boobs, helping my womb contract back down.

Tonight he was rubbing with a bit more force than usual, and I was very aroused in a way I hadn’t since before giving birth.

“Your belly isn’t going down like it has before,” he said, rubbing the softened round belly in my lap. “Like it knows it needs to stay ready for the next litter I put in you.”

He almost growled the last bit, and I mewled, pushing my swollen middle more into his hands. “You want more don’t you,” I whisper, hands rubbing down his body to where he is aroused and throbbing.

“Is it safe?” He asks, hands holding my boobs in his hands as they overflow his palms.

“Yes, I want, no, I need you,” I whisper into his chest. Before long he is inside, and I don’t last long before I lose what control I had, his penetration and suckling on my nipple was another bring me over the edge. We brought each other to completion a few times that night. And our sex life began again only a month after the quads were born.

No surprise that a few months later my belly never shrank but began firming back up as it filled with life again. Mornings when there was no one in bed but the two of us, we would feel the firming change of my body with early pregnancy, guessing how many this time.

When we the midwife came for a checkup of the children and me, she smiled knowingly when she felt the firmness of my middle. And began feeling my firm mound and listened to the heartbeats. “I don’t know how many, but I’d day 3 or 4 but let’s check you via sonogram next month.”

We were only just beginning….

TBC

@birthedstars

“Good. Good, you’re doing great Maya. Just one more push,” Selina held the baby’s head as the new mother bore down hard.

The mothers stomach squeezed down hard with her push and the shoulders spread her wide. The mother screamed and moaned right as the shoulders burst from her, the baby sliding out into the doctor’s arms. The nurse beside Selina called out the time of birth and Selina gave the mother their crying baby.

Selina huffed as she stood up, her own heavily pregnant belly swaying in front of her. It was always a joy to see the mother embrace her hard fought fruits of labor. A nurse ran into the room frantically, interrupting Selina’s musing.

“Dr. Mason! Mrs. Klein has been demanding to see you for the past 10 minutes,” the nurse said.  

Selina sighed and waddled her way out of the room, leaving the mother with some of the other nurses. Selina walked past a wide window on the floor and out of the corner of her eye she saw the rush of ambulances pulling into the hospital.

The hospital was a whirlwind of activity. The lot was filled to the brim with emergency vehicles. EMT’s, nurses and doctors were rushing in and out of the main hospital.

Selina only took a moment to observe the scene from her spot in the maternity ward building. It was pure chaos. A natural disaster would do that though. An absurd earthquake only a mere hour ago downed an entire Highway bridge. The hospital she worked at was just at the edge of the worst of the quake, making it the closest hospital for critical condition patients. Considering her own condition, she was the only doctor in the ward and minimal nurses were assigned to the area right now.

Selina rubbed her stomach as a slight contraction ran through it. Her belly hung low, barely being covered by her oversized scrubs. She was 38 weeks pregnant with triplets -which was extremely overdue. She was really low risk for a triplet pregnancy and she was scheduled for induction tomorrow, so she was just fine in her mind. Her husband, a doctor in the ER, was pretty vocal with his objections to her coming to the hospital though, thinking the stress might set her off or harm the babies. But what else was she supposed to do in a situation like this? Let these laboring patients go it alone with limited help. She couldn’t let that happen.

Selina walked into the room where Mrs. Klein was in labor. Klein was an extremely affluent businesswoman and she held herself as such even in labor. The woman had her hair styled in an orderly bun and a slight bit of makeup on her face. Her husband, who had been no more than a wallflower since they got his wife to the room, carefully dabbed her forehead with a towel.

“Well there you are! Took you long enough to get here!” Mrs. Klein said, brushing her husband away.

“There were other patients I had to attend to, Mrs. Klein,” Selina rolled her eyes. “What is it that you need me for?”

Mrs. Klein rubbed her swollen stomach. “I have been in labor for far too long. I have a flight tomorrow morning and I don’t wish to be in labor all day.”

Selina sighed. She had no idea how to explain to this woman that babies came in their own time, even with medical intervention. Mostly because she’d told her twice already in the relatively short time she was here. Selina felt a cramp circulate through her stomach and lower back as she pondered her response.

“The nurse said I am 5 centimeters dilated, surely you can break my water and speed things up?” Mrs. Klein continued.

“Uhm, yes we - oooh - could, however that would rapidly increase the speed of your labor and the pain,” Selina said, rubbing the underside of her own heavy swell.

“Then do it and get me an epidural! That would be the perfect scenario!”

Selina waved over one of the nurses with her freehand and gave them the all clear to break her water as well as prepare an epidural. The tightening in her stomach persisted and intensified as she quickly shuffled out the door. Selina dodged nurses rushing through the halls and quickly dipped into a nearby employee bathroom. She allowed herself to let out a moan. The babies felt so low and heavy. She already carried low throughout her pregnancy, but the weight on her pelvis felt so much bigger now.

Selina bent forward to put both hands on the sink and let her belly hang under her. Her breathing quivered, trying to keep her composure. She lifted her shirt to examine her belly.

If any of the nurses saw it, they’d likely drag her onto a birth bed. The contractions and amount of babies made her belly oblong and torpedo shaped. It had long red tiger stripes for stretch marks scattered around the middle. Her belly button, that used to point straight out earlier in pregnancy, was a huge point that now angled downwards with the rest of her bump. Selina couldn’t fit the belly support band she’d bought anymore, so now the underside of her belly had grooves from the textured band of her scrubs engraved in it.

This wasn’t her first contraction of the day or even her second. She woke up in the wee hours of the morning to her stomach being a hard ball. It happened twice before the accident and right after she argued with her husband about going to the ward to help. The day before, Selina had been having more consistent contractions as well, but this was the first time the pain was becoming more intense.

“Fooo, babies please, you have to wait for mommy to finish working,” The contraction started to ease. “After I’m done, you can come out. We’ll have a nice room for you.”

Selina pushed herself off the sink, put her shirt down and started waddling out the door with one hand on the small of her back and the other under her lowering bump. The halls were still bustling with activity.

“Doctor Mason!” A nurse’s voice came to her ear. “We need your assistance!”

Selina sighed. Today was going to be a long day.  

~ 4 hours later ~

Selina should’ve denied working today. It was too much. Too long. Selina leant her full weight on the back of the toilet seat while her baby filled belly contracted and rocked her hips. The pressure had increased tenfold within the last few hours. She felt like her pussy could be filled with a baby any minute.  For the past few hours she’d quickly migrated from one birthing mother to another. Bending between their legs, waddling down the halls to their rooms, you name it. The more she moved the further her own labor progressed.

Her stomach was so low that she couldn’t even properly check herself anymore. At the very least, her waters had yet to break. But that wasn’t much insurance.

“Doctor Mason! I’m sorry, but we need assistance immediately!” A nurse shouted into the bathroom.

Selina sighed in exasperation. “Alright, I’ll be out in a minute.”

Selina heaved herself up off of the toilet and felt the full weight of her babies low in her pelvis. Selina groaned and waddled as fast as she could outside of the bathroom. If anyone had been watching her closely these past few hours they would have noticed that her gait had widened substantially.

The ward was still bustling with an activity that only being understaffed could provide, but the nurses had gotten a lot more efficient.

Selina followed the nurse who called her with a hand on the small of her back and the other under her belly. She did her best not to stop and moan since walking made it feel like she was driving her first baby lower and lower.

The Nurse entered the room and Selina trailed in to see a younger woman in a college hoodie along with a young man in a Letterman’s jacket holding her hand. Her bottom half was already exposed and the hoodie was hiked up over the girl’s huge swell of the stomach.

“I can’t have the baby now! Not now please!” The girl screamed.

“How long have you been in labor?” Selina asked as she put on the gloves and got between her legs.

“It’s only been 2 hours!”

Selina cursed under her breath. The young woman was 9 centimeters dilated and quickly transitioning to 10. A first time mom experiencing a rapid labor wasn’t an ordeal she needed right this moment. Selina’s stomach contracted hard underneath her scrubs as if to remind her of her own crisis. The head of her first baby was sitting extremely low in her pelvis, basically knocking on her cervix. The pressure made her squat slightly before she stopped herself.

“No! I can’t push. I can’t. Not now,” Selina thought. Pushing would just send her into further labor.

The college student’s breath slowed as the contraction ebbed away for a moment only for her to start moaning anew after a few seconds.

“Oh god I can feel the head!” The student howled, clutching her stomach.

“It’s going to be ok, what’s your name?” Selina asked through the pressure of her body.

“Bella,” She managed to growl out.

“Ok Bella, when you feel your next contraction, you have to push.” Selina instructed then turned to the nurse and the other student. “Pull her legs back as far as they can go.”

Bella groaned as her stomach started to spasm with a contraction and she did as Selina instructed. The nurse and the student pushed Bella’s legs back. Bella bore down and her stomach squeezed.

Selina saw the head of the baby quickly begin to spread its mothers lips at the base. Somehow the view made the pressure in Selina’s bottom and her back worse. Just seeing it made her want to give in to her own desire to push when her next contraction came.

Selina moaned under Bella’s grunting. She kept her hands around the speedily bulging lips of Bella’s vagina.

“It fucking burns! It burns!” Bella screamed hoarsely while pushing.

Her lips opened easier than Selina expected. The head came into a full crown quickly and then immediately fell into Selina’s gloved palms along a sizable gush of fluid.

“Keep pushing!” Selina instructed.

Bella continued to bear down and holler. Her stretched stomach squeezed the harder she pushed. The shoulders of the baby opened the young students’ crotch once more. Bella’s face was red with effort. Selina held the baby up as it started to slide out the woman’s lips and then with another spray of fluid, the baby came completely free of its mothers canal.

Bella gasped and cried as she felt her baby be born. Selina quickly brought the child up to its mothers chest.

“Oh my baby, my baby!” Bella cried out at the same time her baby started to wail. Even the young man who was with her started to get teary eyed.

Selina let out a sigh of relief. Rapid births can usually go wrong fast, but she was lucky. Suddenly a tightening sensation sprawled across her own mountainous belly. The bodies of her babies felt like they were all driving downwards, just threatening to break her waters against her dilating canal. Selina did everything she could not to moan out loud with the increasing pain and pressure.

“Just a few more hours, babies. Please, wait until daddy and I end our shifts.” Selina silently begged while rubbing her belly.

Suddenly, another Nurse ran into the room looking frantic.

“Doctor Mason, I need you you in Mrs. Klein’s room!” The nurse said dashing off.

Selina sighed tiredly and groaned through the contraction as she followed behind the nurse. Selina felt so much heavier in her bottom. The pressure was starting to drive her insane. She wanted to break her waters, she wanted to push, she wanted some kind of relief for the pain. The underside of her belly had dropped so much that it had begun to poke out from the bottom of her shirt.

She entered the hall with her ever widening waddle to Mrs.Klein’s room.

Selina walked in to see Mrs.Klein looking completely disheveled. Hair was matted to her face, her hands gripped the rails of the bed with white knuckles and sweat poured off her body. The head of her baby was almost out of her labor worn vagina.

2 hours ago when she found out the epidural had slowed her labor, she demanded that they’d turn it off and of course she ignored Selina’s warnings about the pain of labor increasing.

“What’s wrong?” Selina asked, getting a good look at Mrs. Klein’s crotch.

“The baby won’t come out you damn incompetent!” Mrs. Klein shouted with a rough cry. The back arching contraction intensified

Selina ignored her insult, and studied the situation. She put her fingers into Klein’s spread lips and was met with the hard surface of the shoulders. Selina understood immediately. Shoulder dystocia. The baby wouldn’t have a chance of moving without intervention.

“Get this baby out of me Doctor!” Mrs. Klein screamed.

“ok, you need to get on all fours. One knee and one foot on the bed,” Selina turned to the amateur nurse and Mrs. Klein’s husband. “ Help her get into that position.

The nurse and Mr. Klein scrambled to Mrs. Klein’s to get her propped up. This position was known to work for dystocia in the past.

Mrs. Klein’s legs quivered in the position trying to support her weight. Selina felt around the head and to the shoulders once more. There was a bit more space for her to adjust the shoulders herself.

"Ok, next contraction, push,” Selina instructed.

“It fucking hurts!” Klein threw her head back, screamed and then pushed.

Selina felt the first shoulder become dislodged from where it was stuck. The second came pretty close after. Mrs. Klein continued to push and shriek her baby out now that she could feel progress being made.

Once again, Selina desired that. She felt her own knees start to bend in a squat almost instinctively. The pressure within her was mounting again, like her body was reacting to her wanting to get her babies out.

“You - ooooough - You’re doing great, Mrs. Klein,” Selina said as the baby’s head freed itself.

Mrs. Klein wasn’t listening however. Her face was buried into the pillows as she bore down on her baby. The shoulders finally free, slid out of her battered hole and into Selina’s hands. Selina quickly passed the newborn off to the nurse, feeling the contraction within her grow stronger.

Mr. Klein worked to help Mrs. Klein lay back down comfortably. She gasped, hair and makeup scattered every  which way on her face.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Mrs. Klein said with a tired smile as the nurse handed her her newborn.

Selina had barely registered the thanks and only gave an affirming nod as she rushed herself out of the room with both of her hands under her belly.

She felt like her bottom was about to explode. Selina waddled as fast as she could to the bathroom, praying to god no one would stop her. She could almost feel the viscous sack of her waters bulging through her cervix. Her body was painfully teasing her with the idea of her babies coming out.

The contraction got even harder somehow, causing her legs to give a little and make hold on to the handrail embedded on the wall.

“So low, so low…holy shit,” Selina thought, gripping the side rail and her extremely tight belly.

Then Selina heard a young woman scream from nearby.

“Something is wrong! It hurts too much! I feel like I have to push!”

Selina recognized the scream as Bella’s. What the hell was going on? Selina followed the screams back to Bella’s room and entered to see the young mother digging her nails into her bump.

“Oh thank goodness you’re here,” the nurse tending to Bella said. “I don’t know what’s going on!”

“Mmf, ok, let me see,” Selina already had an idea of what was going on given the state the student was in when she arrived. She put her gloved fingers into the students already canal and felt a

“It looks like you’re giving your baby a twin tonight!” Selina said.

“T-twin???” Bella said between labored breaths.

“You have to push now!”

Bella did as she was told. Her stomach lurched forward as she strained to get her surprise out of her pussy. The baby progressed as fast as its sibling. The head started to bulge the base of Bella’s vagina and up to her clit.

Selina couldn’t help but crave doing that now. Just pushing her babies out of her. Relieving the pressure. Getting rid of the pain. A contraction seized her belly. Selina unconsciously bore down a little with Bella. She slightly gasped in surprise as she felt something move downward to edge out of her cervix. Then she felt a bit of moisture.

“Oh no, oh no, no, no, no.” Selina thought.

Bella let out a high pitched scream as her baby came to a full crown and quickly shot from her vaginal lips. Selina barely registered the speedily moving baby she was supposed to be supporting. She could feel herself involuntarily lowering as the thing in her cervix pressed out more and more.

Selina absentmindedly checked for a cord and gave Bella the ok to push again as if she had stopped. The shoulders of the baby came easily and the surprise baby fell into Selina’s waiting hands. Just like its sibling, it started to cry immediately.

Selina quickly brought the child up to its mother who could only look at the baby with shock and tears.

Selina couldn’t muster a word of congratulations. The pressure was building even more. It felt as though something was trying to fall out of her. The first baby was so close to moving into her cervix at this rate.

Selina felt the eyes of the Nurse tending to Bella and the young man on her. Selina didn’t realize that they’d been looking at her strangely since she walked in. Nor did she realize the growing splotch of wetness form on the crotch of her pants. She gathered up the already amniotic fluid stained sheets in one palm as her stomach compressed harder and harder under the other.

“Doctor Mason…are you in la-” the Nurse started to ask.

“N-no, I’m fine, just a Braxton hic-”

Then, the pressure peaked within Selina and she finally felt a release. Fluid splashed through her scrubs and the head of her first baby pressed hard on her cervix. Selina’s knees quivered and gave into the pressure. Her knees fell into the liquid and her belly grazed the floor.

The nurse and the young man looked at the fluid and Selina’s soiled pants in shock.

“I…I think I need to get in one of those beds now…” Selina said, just as the first baby’s head started pressing hard on her canal.

Guess her extra shift ends early today.

This story is pretty sloppy, but I hope some people enjoy it.

(ModNote: Please read the tags carefully and proceed with caution.)

___________________

8:49 in the morning, and Will is glancing between the cardboard to-go cup he left on Samantha’s desk and the doorway that leads to this floor’s elevators. He’s been watching and waiting for nearly twenty minutes, almost an hour before anyone actually needs to be in the office, but he was far to excited for what today has in store to take his time getting here this morning.

Finally, she’s here, swaying into the office in her nice white blouse with elbow-length sleeves, tucked into a black pencil skirt that reaches her knees. Her straight, middle parted black hair looks glossy as it brushes back and forth over her shoulders while she walks past his desk.

“Hey, Sammy!” He sounds just as casually friendly as usual.

“Morning, Will,” she says with a bright smile, slowing her pace for the moment.

“I got you a cup of coffee. It’s waiting on your desk.”

“Oh, that’s so nice of you! Thanks.” She briefly touches his shoulder before seating herself in her own cubicle, immediately taking a swig of the coffee. “It’s perfect. Thanks so much, I forgot to stop for one this morning, too.”

“No problem.” He smiles back, apparently turning his attention back to his monitor. As the minutes pass, he takes as many looks at Sam as he can, watching as she takes sip after sip of her coffee. It doesn’t take long before she seems to have finished it, tipping the cup back to try and get the last drops out.

Still, he has to be patient, watching secretly as they go about their work day, having no idea how long this will take to actually work.

Finally, after about thirty agonizing minutes, he notices something, trying not to perk up and give away that he’s watching.

Sammy lets out a quick but deep breath, almost as if she’s suddenly winded or in pain, but it’s too quiet for anyone who isn’t paying attention to notice. At the same moment, her hand clasps to her flat belly, and Will feels a rush of excitement, knowing that this must be it. Sammy’s other hand goes to lay flat on her desk, as if for support, even though she’s still seated. She grunts, a little louder this time, and looks down at herself. She snaps up, knocking her chair back with enough force to slam it into the cubicle wall behind her. Her hand jerks away from her stomach, and she screams, by now holding the attention of the entire office.

Will rushes over, quickly enough to be the first one at her side as their colleagues gather around.

“What’s wrong?” “What happened?” “Are you okay, Sam?”

Everyone is beginning to surround her, and slowly they begin to see her stomach is bulging out, making her look nearly four months pregnant. The lower buttons of her blouse are beginning to strain against the sudden growth, along with the clasp above her skirt’s zipper.

“What’s happening?!” she cries out, again pressing a hand to her swollen stomach.

“She needs to get to the hospital!” Will shouts, his voice cutting through all of the chatter. Their coworkers nod and agree, moving aside as he helps her towards the elevator. “She needs space! Look, I’ll get her there!” He waves them away from the elevator, the suddenness of the situation and his friendship with Sam more than enough to get them to back off.

His fingers press the button for the ground floor frantically, keeping up the illusion that he only wants to get her to the hospital as soon as possible. Sam holds his shoulder, bending at the knees and groaning from the discomfort of having something growing so quickly inside of her. The bottom two buttons pop off of her blouse, and the skirt’s clasp snaps, making her scream in shock. “It’s okay, we’ll be in the car soon!” Will reassures her as the elevator doors finally slide open, and he helps her towards his car. She manages to mostly get herself into the passenger’s seat on her own, while Will starts up the car.

“Just try and relax! You’re gonna be fine, okay? Just take deep breaths!” He tries to reassure her.

Sam grabs the lever on the side of her seat, reclining it farther and farther back, trying to get into a position with the least discomfort from all the room her swelling belly is taking up. By this point, she appears to be over five months along, and another button flies off of her shirt, pinging against the roof of the car, and the zipper on her skirt is forced down.

“Here, try and drink some water!” Will gestures to the water bottle in the cupholder. Sam’s shaking hand takes it, twisting the cap off and immediately dropping it, spilling just a little as she brings the bottle to her full lips. She seems to realize just how thirsty she is, gulping down half the bottle very quickly, and continuing to take small sips, until very soon, something seems to come over her. The drug Will laced the water with begins to take effect, and her eyelids begin to droop, her head begins to nod. Before she can form the words to ask anything about what’s happening, she’s laying unconscious in the nearly horizontal passenger’s seat.

Will smiles, glancing around to find a fairly remote spot on the side of the road to temporarily park.

“Wow.” he whispers to himself as he turns to admire Sam’s changed body, her breasts bulging out of her bra, and the button of her blouse finally losing the battle against her growing breasts. He reaches into the console, grabbing a pair of scissors to snip her bra in the front and on both straps so he can easily remove it, tossing it into the backseat.

Sam’s belly button has begun to slightly protrude, almost her entire belly bare, now. The only button remaining, the one just beneath her breasts and above her belly, is barely hanging on, and Will snaps it easily with a pull of his finger. Her nipples are looking puffier, and it’s very obvious by now that she’s pregnant. His hands slide over her breasts, cupping them, before gliding over her belly, rubbing it, feeling how big and round she’s already gotten. He squeezes it gently, leaning down to kiss it all over, stopping at her belly button to lick and suck it.

“This is perfect,” he murmurs, keeping his left hand on her belly while he moves his lips to her nipple, taking her breast into his mouth and sucking. Soon, milk is already slowly being released, and he switches to her other nipple, quickly getting her milk to let down. His hand squeezes the breast he’s drinking from to get a better flow, which gets a bit stronger as the moments pass and her pregnancy progresses.

“Just perfect.” He raises up, leaving her blouse open to expose her now leaking breasts, slowly dripping breast milk down her sides. He starts the car, continuing to drive for a few more minutes until they arrive at his house. He pulls the car into the garage, waiting for the door to fully close before carrying Sam into the house and placing her on the bed. He easily removes her busted, milk stained blouse, but has to use a knife to get her skirt all the way off, her ass and thighs having widened so much, it was stuck on her. Now, she lays naked on the bed, her wrists and ankles strapped to the bed.

He walks to her side, placing his hand over the top of her distended belly, rubbing large circles over it. Just barely, he can feel tiny movements from under the skin, too small to be seen from the outside just yet, despite the fact that she appears to be nearly eight months along.

Slowly, Sam begins to open her eyes, blinking a few times as she tries to regain her bearings. “What happened?” She slurs, looking all around the room, her movements clearly still a little affected by the drug Will gave her. Her eyes finally land on him, but quickly snap to her own body, seeing just how big and full she’s gotten since she fell asleep.

“Oh! Oh, god! What the fuck?! What did you do to me?!” she screams, raising herself up with the palms of her hands. As she does, she notices the straps on her wrists and the chains attached to them to allow her limited movement on the bed. “What the fuck?! What the hell is this?!” She shouts, looking around at all of her bound limbs.

“I don’t know! I think someone must have done something to your coffee this morning!” Will says in feigned concern before smiling, still rubbing her belly.

“I need to go to a hospital!” she futilely strains against her wrist chains. “No, no. You’re gonna be just fine.” Will assures, taking a seat next to her on the bed. Both hands cup and squeeze her breasts, causing her to gasp and scream as she tries to move away with nowhere to go. He moves down, kissing and licking all over her belly, now able to suck her belly button in earnest, with it fully popped out on her full-term looking belly. Every spot he kisses, she feels a little kick, causing her to gasp and cry out. “Stop it! Oh, god!”

“You look so good, so big and pregnant with my babies.” He almost breathes the words against her belly, still pressing kisses to it as it grows and the movement inside gets stronger. He continues massaging her breasts, moving up to latch onto her thickened nipple, getting a small scream from Sam as he starts suckling hard on her swollen, milky teat. Milk floods his mouth, and the kicks from within her full belly are starting to become visible from the outside, his hand moving all over to press and feel the activity inside.

“Your milk tastes so good, I’m gonna keep you pregnant forever. Just my big, milky baby-factory.” He dives back in to nurse from her breast, which swells bigger and bigger, even as he drains the milk from it.

“What’s wrong with you?! Get off me! Let go!” Sam screams and tries to pull away, struggling with the weight of her newly heavily pregnant body, but Will doesn’t seem to notice beyond latching harder onto her breast as he gulps down her milk. The babies inside get bigger, and the kicks get stronger, now easily visible from the outside, and Sam is looking about due to drop twins, yet still the babies keep growing inside her, and the way they push out all over, she seems to be carrying far more than just two.

“Aren’t you excited to be a mommy, Sammy?” Will asks after breaking the latch, dribbling a little milk down his chin. His hands roam her huge belly some more, feeling the babies grow and move around beneath her skin.

“Oh, god, this isn’t happening!” Sam shakes her head, staring in awe at her burgeoning belly, so round and full of life. Suddenly, her belly begins swelling faster, growing bigger and heavier by the second. Sam grunts and groans in discomfort and fear, giving a weak scream as her belly gets absurdly huge, rapidly growing past looking overdue with triplets. Her breasts continue to swell, now about F cups, and dripping milk constantly.

Soon, she’s about the size of a yoga ball, with powerful movements distinctly obvious from all over her swollen middle. Neither of them have ever seen anyone so big and pregnant before, with Will feeling overjoyed at the sight of her, and Sam in horror.

Sam cries out a little, feeling a very uncomfortable cramping in her middle, and screams from the shock of a burst of water from between her legs.

“It’s time!” Will says excitedly, rubbing to feel all of their babies kicking from inside her massive form.

“Oh, god! No, no! Get them out of me!”

“They’re coming out. Don’t worry.” Will smiles and pats her belly, feeling it shift as her babies turn inside of her.

She’s almost too distracted to notice two other men entering the room, until one slides two fingers inside of her, and the other is at her side, opposite of Will.

“She’s fully dilated. Wow, that stuff really worked.” The first man says with a smile, also rubbing across the top of her massively pregnant belly.

Will and the second man each grab a breast, fitting as much of it as they can into their mouths and pumping it with their hands as they suckle hungrily, guzzling down as much milk as they can.

Sam screams, both from the invasions and the contraction gripping her overfilled belly. “Okay, on the next contraction, I need you to push. Get ready. Okay, push, come on, push!” The first man instructs her, keeping a hand on her contracting belly. Instinctively, Sam squeezes her eyes shut and pushes, feeling something large move in the middle of her pelvis. It feels like she’s being pulled apart.

As she pushes, her breasts release stronger streams of milk into her drinkers mouths, which they don’t seem to mind, eagerly nursing from her huge mommy milkers. The babies continue to kick and move around, making her groan in discomfort from that and the contractions.

“Push! Push!” The man continues to order on each contraction, Sam screaming as she bears down with two men latched firmly onto both teats. “I can see the head! Keep pushing! Come on, push push push!”

Sam pushes hard, feeling the mass move lower and lower, until she feels a pop between her thighs, something big and round and wet sticking out of her vagina.

“The head is out! Keep going!”

She pushes again, keeping it going for as long as she can, until she feels the first baby slide out. Her belly isn’t any smaller, still full to the brim with kicking babies.

“Wonderful.” The man says, seeming to do nothing with the crying, squirming infant laying between her legs. “Here comes another. Give me another big push.”

Sam grits her teeth, pushing as hard as she can, feeling the baby move lower faster than the last one. Both men continue to guzzle her milk, their suckling feeling as powerful to her as she imagines an electric milker would be.

“It’s coming! Keep pushing! That’s it, another big one!” The head pops free, and Sam gasps and pants for a moment, not having long to rest before another contraction grips her, and she finds herself pushing the rest of the baby out in one go. “That’s great. Keep ‘em coming.”

The two babies are crying as they lay on the bed, causing both breasts to gush milk into the eager mouths of both men nursing from her while she births baby after baby.

“Breathe, breathe.” the man standing between her legs orders. “Hoo hoo hoo,” Sam pants, imitating what she’s seen women do when giving birth in the movies.

“That’s it, good. Okay, here it comes. Time to push.” Sam’s legs tense with the force of her pushing, this time pushing the entire baby out in one long push.

“Amazing. You’re perfect at this.”

Sam gives the man a death glare, but they can hardly see each other’s faces over her still massive belly.

The men at her sides continue to pump her milk with their hands while they nurse, drinking her overflowing milk as if they’re starved. Sam can’t wrap her head around her situation, with her enormous pregnant body, huge milky teats, and birthing baby after baby.

“Hoo hoo, hee hee,” she continues to pant between contractions, the “doctor” or whoever he is continuing to rub all over her big, active belly. “Push now, Sammy, you’ve got plenty more babies on the way.”

Sam shouts, pushing yet another baby out of herself, hearing it cry alongside its three siblings, feeling as if she may be stuck here forever, giving birth endlessly and breastfeeding these two men, breasts and belly never becoming empty.

Hey! It’s Charlie again! Back at it with something that’s been floating in my brain for a while.

~~

Chris was convinced that he was part fairy. No, he wasn’t 3 inches tall, but he was only 4'10". But compared to his 7'8" boyfriend James, he was practically 3 inches tall.

He had always questioned why James was so tall, but he never asked, and just joked that the abnormally tall male was an alien or half giraffe.

It was his last night of college, and he had just finished his last final as he unlocked their apartment, dropping his bag and jacket on the floor with a mumbled “I’ll get it later..” as he continued walking to the bedroom.

James was on his laptop, which he quickly abandoned as Chris flopped on the bed, wiggling his way up until he had his head on James’ lap.

“Fuck me, that was hard and definitely not worth it for a dumb degree with my name on it.”, Chris said, and James moved them so that he was on top of Chris, with the smaller boy being pinned below him.

“Fuck you? Alright.”, James said, taking no time in pressing his lips on Chris’. Chris gave a throaty chuckle, letting James take full control like always. Their clothes were off in barely a second, and Chris moaned as James wrapped his hand around his cock, making it hard in an instant.

James started to pump his hand, making the pleasure build up in Chris, his back arching off the sheets as James led him to the edge of release before letting go and flipping Chris, which also let their lips break.

Chris whined, pushing his ass into James crotch, where his large cock was rock hard. James pushed Chris’ hips into the bed harshly, leaving angry red marks.

James shoved a finger into Chris’ asshole with a rough energy, eliciting a scream from Chris, as he threw his head back, his spine arching as he experienced the pleasureful pain that always came with getting fucked by James.

There was another finger added, then another, until James’ fist (and not a small one at that) was fucking into Chris’ hole, building up the pleasure again. James suddenly roughly pulled out and Chris felt the muscles in his ass pucker around something that wasn’t there anymore.

“James… why’d you AH!”, Chris screamed as James thrust his whole cock into Chris’ ass, the bigger male’s hips slamming into Chris. It drove Chris to the edge again, and Chris finally went over, another scream coming from his mouth as he came over the bed sheets.

James’ pace was simply brutal as he slammed into Chris, and there was that familiar buildup of pleasure before both of them came. There was a hesitation before Chris felt something else pushing at his ass.

“James? What is that?” James?“, Chris yelled, his voice climbing octaves as the thing pressing into his ass widened, threatening to rip him in half.

"I’m-I’m sorry Chris.. I’m sorry!”, James yelled, and something squelched into Chris with a heavy thud, and Chris was lifted off the bed as his stomach expanded into what could only be called a pregnancy bump, at least 3 months at that.

Before Chris could even process it, there was another hard thing pressing against his entrance. Chris’ eyes rolled back in his head as the pain stretched him in a familiar way that was quickly becoming pleasureable.

It landed with another thud and a sharp clack as it hit the one already in his stomach. This continued 8 more times, with more object eliciting more screams from Chris every time. It seemed as if the objects were getting bigger, stretching Chris more and more and threatening to rip him in half.

James had to be on his knees to even keep his dick in Chris’ hole and Chris was just balancing on his stomach, not even his feet touching the ground at the end of it. James pulled out with a squelching pop, and Chris was breathing heavily, his chest expanding and falling quickly.

“Chris? Chris are you alright?”, James said, walking around so that he could see the smaller boy’s eyes. Chris’ head was hanging, his hair drenched with sweat, and when he looked up at James, his eyes were half-closed, and his pupils were blown.

He looked drugged, or possibly still riding the wave of pleasure. James got him to a sitting position, where Chris’ stomach clacked with every move and extended past his knees, but was somehow still perky, with his belly button angry and red, popped out and looking like the size of a baseball.

It took about 10 minutes before Chris was clear headed enough to have a conversation with James.

“What the fuck was that?”, Chris said, still breathless and leaning heavily into James.

“I didn’t think it would happen till later, most of my family had it happen at 25, not 22! I’m really sorry, Chris. I didn’t mean for it to happen. However, there is the small chance they were fertilized, cause I did come several times…”, James said, all of his words tumbling out of his mouth in a rushed fashion.

“Didn’t expect what to happen?”

“Egg delivery…” James whispered, and Chris leaned against James with a sigh as his eyes fluttered closed. James tapped his cheek lightly and Chris sighed again.

“I’m tired, James… Tired… and-and heavy, and… and oh my god there are eggs, James!”, Chris yelled, his eyes popping open. “James, what the fuck! Eggs? Eggs and you didn’t think to tell me?”

~~

After a few months of freaking out, Chris was walking into the living room, watching James’ mother freak out around the apartment. Chris was walking slowly, waddling as his stomach bounced around, seeming to hit every wall and object in his way.

James’ mother had come in the first week and explained the whole thing to Chris, which had caused more confusion until Chris had eventually just stopped caring.

According to James’ mom, he was going to be an incubator of sorts for the eggs for 6 months. If they were fertilized, then they would be pushed out of Chris’ body in a very similar way to how they came in. If they weren’t fertilized, then they would sort of dissolve inside Chris.

His bellybutton rubbed against the couch, and the furniture moved a good foot towards the TV, but Chris was more focused on the deep breaths he was taking to try and stop his cock from getting harder in his sweatpants.

That was his newest problem, he was constantly horny. James had refused to fuck him since the incident, and Chris was now going on almost 6 months without any sexual action, and he could swear he was on the brink of death.

He finally decided that he would not take it anymore. He called out in the apartment “JAMES!”, he yelled, and the tall guy was right there, without hesitation.

“Yes, Chris?”, James said, and Chris backed him into a wall, not even attempting to hide his erection through his pants.

“You will get your mother out of here and you will fuck me senseless, right now, I demand it.”, Chris said, and James’ eyes widened.

“Chris… I can’t. There could be the risk of more of them coming and I can’t take that.”

“James. I want to be fucked. If that means more eggs, then that’s more eggs. Just please… please.”, Chris said, pulling the oldest trick in the book. His puppydog eyes.

“Chris.. more eggs means more strain on what you’re already going through.”

“James… maybe I like being full of your eggs, being heavy and full, pushing out and expanding everywhere…”, Chris whispered, walking his fingers across his stomach, his other hands rubbing little circles where James could definitely see them as Chris bit his lip.

“Mom! I think you should go! We’ve got it covered!”, James yelled out, and Chris gave a sickly sweet smile.

James took control, walking Chris backward into the bedroom as he heard his mom leave.

He pushed Chris so that his stomach was balancing on the bed, the small male’s feet touching the ground as James lined up with his hole, which was already practically dripping.

“Chris, are you sure?”, James said, and a rushed nod came from him, accompanied with a whine of wanting.

It continued in much that same fashion as before, except James let Chris get to the edge immediately, his cum splattering over the bed sheets and the floor.

Then there was a familiar push and a familiar stretching as James yelled out and Chris screamed, his eyes rolling back in his head and only the whites showing as he drooled onto his stomach, which was expanding with each egg that James added into him.

He added 10 more, and Chris’ bellybutton was almost at the other side of the bed when James was done. His head was covered in sweat, his eyes were hooded, and his pupils were blown. James pulled out, and Chris let out a small moan.

Chris kept moaning, even as James moved away from his ass, and James walked around to the side of the bed, crawling across and kneeling so that his head was next to Chris’.

“Chris, what’s wrong? Chris, talk to me.”, James asked, his voice spiking.

“James… James… ooh.. that burns…. James… James… James something’s coming.. JAMES!”, Chris yelled, his voice reaching a peak as he yelled, his eyes blowing open and his face contorting in agony.

“Chris… Chris… how can I help?”, James said, his mouth gaping open and closed.

Chris didn’t answer, just screaming as something continued to slowly make it’s way down his body, pushing and brushing things that ought not to be pushed and brushed.

Then it was pushing at his entrance, stretching him in the same way that it was when it came in. It inched out  until it was at the widest part, and it got stuck.

“James! James, help me, James it’s stuck, James! James help me!”, Chris yelled, screaming out to his helpless boyfriend, who flitted his hands around, not knowing what to do.

He touched Chris’ stomach and he pressed on it, trying to turn around so that he could get off the bed.

There was a squelching pop, and a cracking thud as the egg hit their wooden floors. Chris’ stomach shrunk, but was still massive as it dwarfed the bed.

Chris moaned, his eyes looking at James with tears in them. “9 more, right?”

“If they are all fertilized, then yes.”, James said, and Chris whined, his whine turning into a moan as another egg traveled down the path, faster than the first one. It was also bigger, and it stretched out the path, inching out of his hole and threatening to rip him in half.

Tears leaked out of his eyes, and he started sobbing as the biggest point was reached. He involuntarily pushed, and the egg fell out with a squelch and another cracking thud as Chris’ stomach shrunk once more.

He opened his eyes, his face blotchy and red as his chest heaved with rapid breaths. “… the… the new ones?”, Chris whined, and James nodded.

“They’ll know not to come out yet, they’ll stay in for the next six months. You’re doing great, Chris. You’re doing great.”, James said, holding Chris’ hand as he started to moan again as another egg pressed against his insides.

The process continued again and again, 6 more times to be exact.

Chris was entirely drenched in sweat, and the sheets were soaked with sweat as well. Chris’ stomach was shrunken down, almost to what it was when he first got implanted with the eggs, but it was obvious there was going to be some more effort on Chris’ part before it was over.

There was something humongous pushing at his ass in no time, and Chris let out another sob, squeezing James’ hand.

“It’s too big… I can’t do it! James, James it’s stuck! James! James I can’t do it.. I can’t.. I can’t do it.. James..”, Chris whined, his moans turning into small whines.

James brushed his hair out of his face, looking right into Chris’ eyes. “Chris, you can do this! You’re this close to being done. You’re almost done. I promise you’re almost done.”, he said, and Chris looked at him before pushing with all his might.

He screamed as the object stretched him to the point of breaking before 2 eggs fell out of his ass, clacking down onto the pile that was already on the floor. His stomach was now at the same size it was on that fateful night 6 months ago.

“James…. James… Oh god… James…”, Chris whined, reduced to a sobbing, moaning mess as James wiped the tears from his face and kissed him softly.

Chris, are you okay? God, that was amazing…“, James said, kissing the small male again.

"James… James that was so… so… so… so… so fucking hot. The way they just pushed out of me… God did you see that..? Did you see it?”, Chris said, tiredly looking up at James.

“God baby, I did… I saw it all. You were amazing.”, James said, kissing Chris’ forehead.

“I can’t wait to do this again…”

[Pill here, finally back with a second, more substantial story. I have two additional chapters of similar length to this one planned, but they may take a while to finish. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this first chapter. Please note that CCEL is primarily Mpreg, as it follows two male main characters, and merely has some Fpreg on the side.]

—

Chapter 1| Siege From Inside

King Emil Florian Daybreaker focused his superhumanly sharp eyes on the large, perfectly round moon in the night sky as crimson light bled slowly across its rocky, white surface. Swelling from the top right, the light dripped into the craters and thoroughly filled the great sphere until it was completely red. And, bathed under its radiance, so too was the city of Gravelveil.

The stone walkway atop the outer wall was dyed the color of wine. Armor clinking about as they ran, Emil’s soldiers seemed as if they had been painted with blood, though none had yet fought that day.

Despite that Emil’s inhuman ears picked up his footsteps from the bottom of the stairs below, the messenger huffed all the way to the top and to his king’s side before speaking. “Your Highn-, I’m sorry, Your Majesty, it is as you feared.”

Continuing to stare at the moon, Emil nodded. “A slaughter then?”

“Yes, Sire,” he said. “Captain of our guard, dead in his bed with a sword through the chest. Our finest mages, torn asunder in their own study. The kingdom’s most valuable and forbidden grimoires, gone—burned in a great pyre in the eastern courtyard. Empty bottles of poison carelessly discarded inside the door of our largest granary. Quite thoroughly have we been betrayed, I’m afraid.”

I shouldn’t be surprised, Emil thought. Honestly, I should have had the foresight to stop him.

For years, Emil knew this day would come. Perhaps not this day exactly, but one like it, where that fool finally gave himself fully to temptation and betrayed his kingdom. Emil admitted, however, that he had expected something a tad more subtle. A handful human sacrifices, perhaps. Few enough to count on one’s fingers. Not the hundreds of thousands that lived in Gravelveil and its surrounding towns.

“Fetch Drogo,” Emil commanded. “As I now am king, he now is captain of my guard.”

“Lord Drogo has already gone to take charge at the northern gate,” the messenger said. “I was told to inform you he would order the soldiers there to move, then jump to meet you here.”

Emil nodded. In other words, he’d land at this side of the wall any second. Always, Emil was in awe of his friend’s Prowess.

Most noblemen, and even some peasants, were born with remnants of the ancient magic on which their world was founded. ‘Prowesses’ that let them defy the mundane binds of simple mortality, each unique to the user’s spirit.

Emil’s Prowess let him increase his senses. When concentrating, he could see in the near pitch black of a moonless night as easily as daylight, hear the skitter of a mouse blocks away, and smell supposedly odorless poison in a cup across the castle’s longest dining table. He could feel every fiber in the sleek, tight, finely tailored suit he wore, the beating of his own heart, and even the precise flow of the blood in his veins by the minuscule vibrations it made. With a lifetime of training, he easily controlled the sensory overload of the footsteps around him ringing like thunderclaps, and the chill breeze raking its frozen claws across his exposed, sensitive face, and other such bothersome things. Most of the time. Unless they surprised him. Handy, yes—few could eavesdrop like Emil. Great for a freshly crowned king who needed to know much about his kingdom to rule it. But nothing flashy. Not like Drogo’s Prowess.

Looking out over the city, Emil watched as something dark flew from the northern gate, high over the peaks of the tallest buildings, directly toward him. Drogo Steelblade, hurtling in boots first, hit the very outer lip of the wall like a meteor, sending bits of stone crumbling to the dusty ground outside the city. Heavy fur cloak fluttering as easily as silk as he flailed his arms for balance, he stopped himself from toppling over with the stones and stepped down from the lip, sighing. “Awful night. The stress nearly caused me to miss my trajectory.”

Dismissing the messenger, Emil smiled. “I’m relieved to see you at least in one piece.”

Drogo nodded, smiling himself. “And you, Emil—crowned king!” He pat his friend on the back. Felt like a whack with a cane to Emil’s sensitive skin, but he never minded enough to turn his Prowess down. “Glad to finally be in charge?”

“Not as glad as I’d have been if I were crowned after my father had simply stumbled into an unfortunate ‘accident’ at the whims of one of his many enemies,” he sighed. “But yes.”

Smile fading, Drogo clapped his friend on the shoulder. “We can fight them. We can still save this kingdom.”

As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, Emil thought. I’m not sure we can.

Standing atop the wall, the two stared across the crimson dusts surrounding the city at the dark blotch forming on the horizon. With Emil’s eyesight, he could make out the army in some detail. They wore no armor. No weapons. Rather, they wore not much in the way of clothing at all. Their fashion was little more than leather straps and scraps of silk. Terrible horns like those of beasts sprouted from between the locks of their light red hair—possibly white under the sun—twisting in all sorts of strange shapes. They did not break their advance to camp. They believed the city to already be theirs, and so marched promptly toward it. Before now, Emil never had the gall or misfortune to have seen one in person, let alone thousands, but he recognized the creatures easily from the dozens of books he’d read about them.

Demons. A demon army at his doorstep.

“Are they heavily armed?” Drogo asked.

Emil frowned. “Were they human, I’d have laughed and said no, not at all. I can’t spot a bit of steel between them, besides the buckles of a belt or two. Yet they march with confidence. They even march with women among their ranks.” Taking a closer look, Emil spotted numerous demon women with swollen, rounded bellies, bellybuttons popped and poking out, exposed in full by their lack of clothes. Blushing redder than the moonlight, he felt blood gather in his cheeks, and other unwanted places. “S-some are heavy with child. I think they expect to take the city completely without resistance.”

“Tch.” Drogo glared at what must be nothing but a distant blob to his eyes. “They mock us.”

“They have a right to mock us, Drogo—they are demons.”

“We can stop them. Kill the men for taking us so lightly. The women will retreat once they see our defenses are not lowered.”

“They’ve magic directly from the First Demon Goddess, Hazaelia,” Emil reminded him, intensely feeling every bead of sweat forming across his brow. “The women will attack from afar with powerful Prowesses. This is what our mages and our grimoires were for. Without them-“

“Dusty old men with dusty old books,” he scoffed. Drogo turned, strode across the walkway, and leaped from the edge, falling slowly and landing unharmed from the hundred foot drop. That was Drogo’s Prowess: the power to control the ground’s pull on his body. At his will, he could be light as a feather, or heavy as a boulder.

Or heavy as a demoness carrying an enormous litter of imps. Perhaps they all could lessen the ground’s pull. Emil had a hard time imagining himself married one day, but, when his kingdom eventually demanded he take a bride, he was certain he would never dare order her to march any distance in such a condition. But demon culture was different than human culture, and unknown to Emil. Perhaps, to them, the order was acceptable.

Drogo stared up at Emil and spoke normally, knowing the king could hear him. “Come. The people are in a panic. You should give a speech to calm them.”

Nodding, Emil made his way down from the wall.

…

With a procession of one hundred guards, Emil and Drogo marched to the city square. Drogo put on a brave face for his men, but Emil could see he was anxious. Afraid. Biting his lip, looking sick, cloak pulled around him as he fidgeted beneath it. Emil couldn’t blame him. The situation was dire, and Emil would probably have fidgeted just the same if his mannerisms were not being closely monitored by the crowds to either side of the street. They needed a strong, confident, fearless king, now more than ever. He made an effort to stand even straighter, head held even higher.

While listening to the whispers of the crowd, Emil’s ears caught a cry of pain. Turning to peek over the heads of the bystanders and down an alley, he spotted a woman bent over, holding her gravid belly as she labored. Why there? Perhaps she was out for a walk when the stress of the situation pushed her into labor, and now she struggled to stumble home through the busy streets to give birth.

Emil caught the ear of his closest guard. “There is a woman in labor down that alley. Please see that she gets home safely and finds the care she needs.”

The man was shocked, but nodded and broke off from his procession.

…

The square was packed tight with bodies. Thousands of noblemen, workers, and even beggars awaited Emil’s speech, panicked voices forming an orchestra beneath the crimson moon. Somehow, Emil’s procession cleared a path to the hardwood stage in the center, surrounding it and allowing Emil to take the podium.

At his side, Drogo held both hands clasped in front of his stomach in an effort to not fidget openly.

Adjusting the thin, gold crown atop his head, Emil examined the worried faces of his people before clearing his throat to speak. “I am King Emil Florian Daybreaker. Just this evening, in a haphazard rush, I was crowned. Your rumors have reached me—many saw the palace in a panic and assumed my father dead. I regret to inform you that this is not the case. Your previous king yet lives. My sincerest apologies for breaking tradition and taking the crown early. And even greater apologies for the stir I am about to cause by admitting to you the truth of the matter.” Emil took a deep breath. “In exchange for immortality, Gravelveil has been sold to a Demon Goddess of Lust.”

Sounds of worry rippled through the crowd. Gasps, prayers, curses, groans, and… moans?

Drogo grimaced at him.

Emil continued. “Think ill of me for disturbing your nights with knowledge if you must, but you all can clearly see the state of the moon,” he said, pointing skyward. “That bloodstained abomination is demon magic. It is meant to cripple our morale as the demoness’ army approaches. And, thanks to my father, we are without most of the men and defenses we would have used to fight off such a spell. Wishing my potentially short rule to be an honest one, I will admit to you this: Gravelveil may fall.

“But, do not fear for your lives. This is a Demon Goddess of Lust, not of Wrath, of Greed, or of Pride. It is unlikely her army comes to kill. I have seen for myself that they are not armed with swords or spears. Should they breach our walls, I doubt they shall stage any slaughter. Of course, we have not yet given up. If the fine soldiers of our city can yet send them away, we shall! The best you all can do for your home is remain calm!” Emil clenched a fist and thumped it to his chest, rattling his bones though the intensity of his Prowess. “Remain strong, and together we shall weather this storm!”

The sounds of the crowd changed such that at least some of them must have been reassured. Emil stepped off stage, having done his best. A carriage was brought. He climbed inside, taking a seat on the plush bench within.

Joining him, Drogo became weightless and sat on the carriage’s ceiling, upside down, cloak wrapped around him, like a bat hanging from the roof of a cave. “Gravelveil may fall?”

Emil squinted. “You don’t believe it might?”

“I believe it so unlikely as to not be worth a warning.”

“If I did not warn them, and the city fell, they might have come to think I sent for the army, to chase away my father and take his kingdom. I cannot have my people refuse to trust me in our most trying time.”

“They will not take the city. You said yourself, they approach without weapons!”

“Because they are confident we will fall without fighting!”

“Arrogant,” he snapped.

“No,” Emil said. “Powerful. I claimed the moon was turned red to kill our morale, but it possibly has a greater purpose. Perhaps it magically weakens us.”

Drogo grit his teeth, looking uncomfortable. For whatever reason, he seemed to agree with Emil’s theory.

Abruptly, the carriage stopped. Catching up with it, another messenger opened the door and bowed to Emil before speaking. “Y-your Majesty. An, um… an emergency is… occurring.”

Frowning at him, Emil concentrated. In the distance, there was screaming. Over what, he couldn’t tell. “What’s happened? Speak, soldier.”

Sweating, the man cleared his throat and looked away in shame. “Uh… Women are giving birth, Sire.”

Emil raised an eyebrow. “… Yes… That is… a thing women do sometimes.”

“No, Your Majesty, I don’t mean natural births,” he clarified. “Around the city, thousands of them are starting to just… swell up. Filling with children, since the moon’s been red. They just…” He tried to explain with his hands, spreading his fingers like a loaf of bread rising in the oven. “They just expand. I-I seen it.”

Stunned silent, Emil turned to Drogo. The guard captain was pale as a sheet, staring back with the same look of confused concern.

“Show me,” Emil told the messenger.

Leaping from the carriage, Emil and Drogo, accompanied by their guards, followed the man toward a large source of the screaming. One of the city’s wider streets had been commandeered, traffic blocked by wooden signs dragged from shops. People were frantically laying hundreds of blankets across the cobblestones, and on top of them hundreds of women, their bellies burgeoning with life. From workers’ wives, with their tunics and trousers split around their filling wombs, to noblewomen, with their beautiful ball gowns torn open along the seems. Swollen, leaking breasts spilled out of low-necked and broken-buttoned shirts. More and more women flooded the street, helped along by terrified husbands and brothers as Emil watched, dumbfounded.

He could hear and see it all much too vividly. Their guttural moans of pleasure and pain. The focused, or glazed, looks in their eyes as they either tried very hard to stay strong, or simply let the sensations take them. The heat of their ragged breathing. The way their skin stretched tight as a drum, tearing just a little with long, pinkish stretch marks. The way their lower lips bulged and split around the heads of tiny demon creatures.

Gods, what must that be like? Emil wondered, trying to maintain a calm posture despite the mayhem. Horrifying, losing control of one’s body to demons who think incubation a better use for it. These poor girls. I cannot imagine feeling so… vulnerable. And full. The… sexual nature of the situation was causing an awful rush of blood to places it very much should not be right now, forcing Emil to dampen his Prowess in order to think.

Beside him, Drogo watched the scene, jaw locked with frustration and cloak pulled around himself again.

The messenger swallowed, rubbing his own pudgy stomach in sympathy. “Your Majesty, what ought we do?”

Emil thought. Waving his arms to gather the attention of the guards and those tending the women, he began barking orders. “This curse is caused by the crimson moonlight! Get the women inside! Into houses and shops, anything will do, and board the windows! Bring them water, and cage the offspring!”

Most took his orders and began helping their wives and sisters inside.

Gasping as a small demon scampered by and knocked into his legs, Emil frowned.

“There are too many!” a guard called, carrying eight demons in his arms, and chasing twelve more down the road.

Drogo groaned. “What in the name of the old gods are we to do about this?”

Emil shook his head. “Nothing. I fear that’s the point. The Demoness intends to torture half our city until we open its gates for her.”

“Our whole city, actually,” said another voice.

Emil turned and spotted a familiar mustached nobleman and his son weaving their way through the crowd. He’d met the two at many a ball, and the older man’s input was generally wise. Excellent timing. “Ah. Lord Belamy. What of-“ He stopped, blinking as he truly looked at them for the first time.

Young Belamy, a lad of eighteen—and Emil had been sure a moment ago that he was in fact a lad—struggled for breath as he hauled a hanging, heavy belly almost larger than the rest of his body, barely keeping up with his father. His distended, red bellybutton nearly scraped the cobblestones. Lord Belamy too was swollen, the buttons of his suit broken around a new paunch. Earlier that week, at the most recent ball, his abs had been flat.

Unable to process what he was seeing, Emil simply stared. “The magic of a demon goddess! Ah, what a wonder,” Lord Belamy laughed, giving his belly a slap. “Seems it needs not a natural womb to burrow in. Any port in a storm, as they say. Fascinating. And uncomfortable. I wonder if you yet might be spared, Your Highness. Pardon—Your Majesty. Perhaps if we all survive with our senses about us, I’ll grow used to that.”

“Y-… You… ah…” Emil swallowed. “You’re… pregnant.”

“Not as much so as my son,” he said, patting the poor lad on the shoulder. “Over a hearty dinner, he suddenly complained of feeling quite full. And, well… simply continued getting fuller.”

Young Belamy moaned, barely supporting himself. With his Prowess, Emil could hear five or six imps squirming inside him. “I’m so heavy… Gonna… burst…”

Shaking off his stupefaction, Emil flagged down a guard. “Get this lad some help, like the women affected by the curse. And pass on the word that this will slowly happen to everyone. We need as few people outside as possible, be they woman or man.”

The guard agreed and helped young Belamy stagger into a shop. Thanking Emil, his father followed.

Looking sick, the messenger trotted off after them, rubbing his own gut, which seemed larger than a moment ago. “Thought it was indigestion… Gods above…”

Backing against a wall to rest, Drogo cowered within his cloak. “This has to be a joke.”

Joining him, Emil frowned at his friend. “Perhaps, to the demon army, it is. But I assure you their pregnancies were real.”

“Shit,” he swore, fingers digging into the thick fur.

“Indeed. It’s over. Let us take a carriage to the southern gate and order it opened.”

“Excuse me?” Drogo snapped, turning to stare incredulously at him. “What is ‘over’ about it? My men can still fight! I will not allow their king to abandon them!”

“For now, yes, they can still fight. But the demon army is not at the gate right now,” Emil said. “At the pace they walked, they will be here in maybe an hour or two. And what state will our men be in then? Will their armor still fit? Will they be able to focus their aim while ignoring the imps’ squirming? Is it fair to demand they rush about with wombs they may barely be able to lift? Look me in the eyes and tell me you will feel morally secure ordering our soldiers to ward off an army as they battle through the pains of labor. Which, mind you, they will be completely mentally unprepared for, as this is a situation no human male has ever had to contemplate.”

Having lost the nerve to keep eye contact, Drogo glared down at the wine-colored street, cloak held closed by one shaking hand. “Shit… Shit, shit, shit!”

Emil clenched his own fists. “I’m sorry. Truly, I am so sorry, to you, and to everyone else I now rule. I know how you feel. I don’t like this either. We dreamt so long, studied so hard, trained like our lives depended on it, waiting for the day I’d be king and you’d be captain. I hate that my first order to our army has to be a command to surrender…”

Drogo did not respond, lost in his own dread.

Flagging down another guard, Emil asked for a new carriage to be brought. As he saw it coming, he turned back toward his friend. “We have to go, Drogo. Come on, let’s get inside before we too are cursed.”

Again, he did not respond.

“Drogo?” Emil asked. Suddenly concerned, he flared his Prowess and listened to the frantic beating of the man’s heart.

And the multiple, smaller heartbeats accompanying it.

“Oh no,” Emil gasped, rushing to his side. “Drogo-“

“Don’t say it,” he demanded.

“Drogo, you’re-“

“Do not say it!” he snapped, breathing heavily and sweating a storm. “If you say it out loud, you’ll make it real.”

Emil shook his head. “Refusing to acknowledge it won’t make it not real.”

Comforting his friend, Emil steered Drogo toward the carriage and helped him inside, sitting with him on the bench. The guard captain sat shaking and clutching his cloak for dear life as the horses began trotting.

“Let me see,” Emil said, softly.

Drogo hesitated a long minute before allowing the cloak to be pushed aside. His belly was small as of yet, compared to Belamy’s, but distinctly bloated, leather belt digging into the bottom curve of it harshly. Emil undid the buckle of that belt, lifting the man’s shirt, from where it was tucked into the waist of his pants, for a better look. The buckle had left a red impression in his skin, which was also crossed by dozens of scars from years of battle, stretched and distorted by the bloat. Drogo’s once proud abs smoothed and faded into his newly expanded middle. His bellybutton seemed shallow, as if it could push out any minute. Gently, Emil placed a hand on him and felt around. His belly was firm, but not hard, like a very large peach.

Drogo shivered, letting out a small noise, and Emil stopped. Partly to apologize for upsetting his friend, which Drogo forgave him for, giving him permission to continue. And partly to stop to ask himself what in Hazaelia’s Void he was doing.

Poor Drogo probably thinks I’m examining him like some doctor, diagnosing his exact state of progress and reasoning how to help him, Emil thought. Truth was… Emil just wanted to touch that belly. Perhaps the demonic moonlight had touched Emil’s mind, because he found it stuffed with lustful thoughts. There was an unexplainable air of eroticism about the perfect roundness of Drogo’s paunch. The weight. The way the man blushed so hard and squirmed in such embarrassment at having it exposed. The way such a strong, masculine warrior shivered with pleasure and allowed a girlish moan to escape his lips as his king touched him. Daring, Emil touched him again! Felt around the sides of his swell, as if sizing him up for medical purposes! Unfortunately, Drogo remained quiet and composed this time, and Emil was ashamed to admit that almost made him mad.

“H-how many do you think are in there?” Drogo asked, a worried crack in his voice.

Emil quickly flared his Prowess and counted heartbeats to find out. One… Two… “I think there are… three? No, four. Definitely four.”

“Four?!” Drogo gasped, suddenly breathing hard and floating slightly off his seat as he panicked and his Prowess lightened him. “Fuck! Hold on, how many did that nobleman’s son have?”

“Five or six,” Emil said, anchoring him with a hand on his thigh.

“So, I won’t be as massive as he was,” he breathed, relieved. “That’s reassuring, though not by much.”

Emil nodded, listening intently to Drogo’s racing heartbeat, the four hearts of the tiny demon fetuses, and the slow, enticing creak of his womb swelling ever larger. “Unless each of his was particularly small, and yours grow particularly large.”

“Don’t suggest such awful possibilities!” he choked. “The bigger they grow, the harder they’ll be to get out, right? Hang about, where will they evacuate in the first place?”

Keeping his Prowess at full power, Emil gently gripped his friend’s belly again, fascinated by the feeling of Drogo swelling against his palm. “I haven’t got a clue. Hopefully, the doctors who deliver young Belamy’s brood will pass that information on to-“

It hit him like a punch to the gut, but from inside. Sensitive as he could make himself, Emil really felt it when something the size of a small apple burst forth into existence between his organs, as if violently shoved there by an intangible fist.

“OH!” he choked, buckling over with the wind knocked out of him and both hands on his stomach.

“Emil!” Drogo sat forward in alarm, holding him by the shoulders. “Emil? Oh gods, it’s happened to you, hasn’t it? I barely noticed when it happened to me, but with your senses…”

“… fi-… I’m fine…” Emil wheezed, steading himself with deep breaths. Dampening his Prowess so his senses returned to normal lost him the ability to feel it at all, and gained him a quick recovery from the shock. “Y-you’re right, I was using my Prowess at maximum strength to examine yours when mine appeared suddenly. I’m quite alright. No need for concern.”

Drogo frowned. “You’re cursed too, now. You’re-…”

“Pregnant, yes.” And shaking with anticipation. Emil let his friend slide his shirt back down as the king moved to the opposite bench, just in case Drogo decided to touch Emil to elicit more girlish moans.

Prowess reignited, he focused on the false womb. Growing downward into a pear shape, the bulbous end kept it in place above his bladder as the stem of said pear stretched to form a tube that pierced into the lowest inches of his intestines, rooting itself. Sprouting its own veins and arteries, the womb wove itself into Emil’s blood supply and officially became one of his organs. Hormones surged suddenly through his bloodstream, Emil’s body behaving strangely as it noticed the obtrusive new resident.

“But we’re out of the moonlight,” Drogo interrupted. “How?”

“Moonlight’s still coming in, a bit,” Emil said, nodding toward the curtained windows. “Besides, we were out in it for a while. Maybe it’s only now caught up with me.”

Biting his lip to stop himself from making any unflattering noises, Emil rode out a growth spurt, the womb expanding quickly to twice its size. Though still it was nowhere near large enough to show on his frame. With the minute vibrations it made, Emil could perceive the contents. Full mostly of liquid, exit tube tightly plugged by a structure of mucous or something, it sat in him like a tiny, round, corked bottle. Stuck to the inner front of the womb was some pillow of tissue, and sprouting from that were a number of strings with bits of flesh the size of grains of rice dangling at their ends. Slowly, Emil realized these must be the imp embryos. Even more slowly, it dawned on him how god damned many of them there were.

“What?” Drogo asked, alarmed by the horror Emil wore openly on his face.

“I-… Th-there are nine of them,” Emil gasped, clutching his as of yet still flat stomach.

“Nine what?” Drogo asked. Then his eyes widened. “Nine?! Inside of you?!”

He nodded.

“You’re absolutely sure?”

“Well, not absolutely. Small internal vibrations can be difficult to count. There may be as many as ten.”

“By the gods, and I complained about four!”

Neither of them spoke much for the rest of the ride. As the carriage wove carefully through the screaming crowds, the wait was agonizing. Emil had nothing to do but sit and feel the slow, creeping growth of his womb. Drogo eventually broke down and allowed himself to moan and rub his belly as it started to swell uncomfortably big, riding his shirt back up to show a strip of skin, and his freshly popped bellybutton. For whatever reason, Emil’s expansion was much, much less expedient. The hormonal cocktail rushing through his blood made him nauseous and tired. His nipples were strangely sore, and his abdomen cramped as the womb ever so gently, yet ruthlessly, began to push his other organs aside for more room.

And there was something unfathomably erotic about it. The glacial spread of his fingers and the fabric of his shirt as he bloated beneath them. The weight of the womb somehow pressing down on just the right spot, growing ever so slightly heavier every minute. There was even something arousing about the helplessness of not being able to stop his body from changing, allowing this thing to grow unchecked, and the humiliation of having to sit quietly in front of another man as it happened.

Emil was raised to be a perfectly behaved prince. In the public eye, he did not get sick, yet here he was red in the face, dripping sweat, trying to massage his cramps away before he puked. He did not overindulge, yet here his stomach began to curve as if he’d wolfed down two meals in a single sitting. He did not get aroused—except in the presence of his eventual queen as she conspired to bear his children—and yet here he sat with nine or ten children growing in his own belly, as Emil carefully considered ripping off Drogo’s pants and touching him in less and less appropriate places until the guard captain could physically no longer contain those adorable noises of pleasure.

Emil internally thanked his tailors, as if they were gods, for designing his undergarments tight and firm such that they did not allow his incredibly confused erection to show. Otherwise, he could not have been convinced to exit the carriage as it stopped a ways from the southern gate.

Drogo made a fruitless effort to pull his shirt down, and his pants up, then let out a huff as he stood with some difficulty and covered himself again with his cloak. It mostly hid him, though it bent slightly at the peak of his belly. “What in the world took so long?” he yelled up to the carriage driver.

“Traffic,” the man called down. “Streets are filled with waddling pregnant people ‘n scampering demons, m’Lord. I’m gonna need a break here to give birth m’self.”

Growling, the guard captain stepped out.

Wiping his face and returning it to a mask of confidence, Emil stood. His womb was the size of an orange, the imps inside the size of peas. Mistakenly, the tightness of his suit accentuated his slight bloat, clinging to the subtle curve of it. People would notice, and there was nothing he could do.

Sighing, Emil found Drogo waiting to help him down from the carriage. He accepted the man’s hand. Gawkers, all with bloated bellies of their own, bearing various sizes, stages and numbers of imps, crowded the sides of the streets behind lines of soldiers in their same condition. They wore no armor, as Emil had predicted. It no longer fit.

A path was made for the king and his captain, which had the unfortunate side effect of making them stand out. Although Emil did his best to compose himself, stand up straight and true, and keep his hands off his middle, the whispers began immediately.

“Look at the way Lord Steelblade’s cloak juts out—he must be cursed too.”

“Forget Lord Steelblade. Look at the king.”

“What about him?”

“Look at the front of his suit. He-… He’s curvaceous.”

Curvaceous! By the gods, Emil wanted to die on the spot.

“Hah! ‘Curvaceous’, to describe His Majesty?”

“Well forgive me, woman, for trying to think of a more flattering term for our nobility than ‘round’!”

Round! Goodness, he wasn’t that big yet, was he?! He dared not stare down at himself to check!

The crowd was absolutely churning with chatter like that, dozens of people realizing Emil must be pregnant like the rest of them and gossiping about it. Wondering when it happened. If he’d noticed. How big he was going to get. How many imps he would push out. And Emil merely had to stand there and listen. What was he to do? Demand silence and admit he’d heard? Admit he was flustered? No. King Emil could admit to no such things. He had to cast off his strange thoughts and hold his society together as the stoic ruler it needed.

Drogo crouched—not all the way, as the half crouch he bent into seemed to strain his swell under the cloak—and leaped hundreds of feet, directly skyward, to peer over the wall. As he floated back down, he rejoined Emil with a frown. “They are here.”

“Open the gates!” Emil commanded his guards. “We surrender with all the dignity we can muster, so that our people might be relieved of this torment!”

A team of soldiers waddled to the gate and began figuring out how to pull it open with their bellies in the way. Dignity indeed.

Marching over, Drogo barked orders at them. “Come on, men, pull!”

The heavy doors made little progress. Three of the men had to pause suddenly and buckle in pain as their waters broke, colorless liquid gushing down the backs of their pants.

“For the gods’ sake!” Drogo groaned, clapping a hand to his forehead.

Something banged against the gates. At the first bang, the team of soldiers froze, startled. The second bang sent them running—well, waddling.

Drogo took a breath, perhaps to order them back into position, then hesitated.

Around the edges of the wood, vines grew. Fingers of green crept into the gaps between the doors and the stone, spooling like thread across the great slabs of iron birch. Stronger they grew, thicker and sturdier, like muscular arms squeezing the enormous doors until the wood began to crack. Creaking ominously, the gates split and splintered, the tops and bottoms bending inward. Finally, with a great snap, they broke, falling to the ground in a deafening crash and a cloud of dust, grass and wood chips.

Hand flying to his belly, Emil felt his womb swell in another growth spurt, and pull, as if magnetically, toward the demoness who had easily breached their city.

Riley was almost a normal college student. She was a junior. She woke up on the first day of the school year with a grin on her face. She could barely stop herself from skipping to class as she walked through the oblivious freshman and transfer students surrounding her.

She walked through the doors to her favorite class, finding the most comfortable seat among the pillows and beanbags littered across the floor. A freshman came and sat next to her, giving her a small hello.

“Hi! I’m Sarah, this your first time taking the class?”, she asked, and Riley gave a small laugh.

“No, not for me. I take this class every year. It’s my favorite.”, Riley said with a smirk, making Sarah seem to relax into the cushions.

Riley heard the bell ring and the door slammed shut with an audible click and she grinned again. This was the fun part.

She could almost feel herself getting heavier as the teacher walked to the front of the classroom, but she knew she wasn’t really. Not yet. The teacher lit some candles around the room and then sat down at the front, not saying anything.

A single word whispered from his mouth and Riley threw her head back as the first orgasm started. “Begin.”

Riley knew well enough to shed her clothes early on, as her bra was already tightening as she ripped off her skirt. Another orgasm swept through her, and she moaned as she heard some of the freshman scream while the returning students moaned in chorus.

Sarah, who was next to her, started quietly, quick moans like a kitten meowing coming from her mouth. That was until Riley bent down, shoving her face between Sarah’s short skirt, her tongue making Sarah scream in excitement.

Riley stopped as another orgasm ran her over like a truck and she laughed as she felt the all-too familiar pouch forming about her underwear. She moaned, leaning back on her feet as she continued to grow.

She could hear Sarah’s confused sounds as the freshman grew, slower than Riley, but still faster than usual. Riley’s belly button popped loudly in the room of moans and screams and Riley let herself groan loudly as her belly continued to grow.

Sarah’s popped just minutes after Riley’s, and she was less thrilled, screaming as her belly stretched and grew.

At this point, only 20 minutes in, Riley looked pregnant with at least 5. Sarah was behind her, her smaller bump making Riley think she had triplets.

As Riley’s belly continued to grow, tipping her forward, she rearranged so she could still lick Sarah’s pussy, adding more pleasure to the freshman’s experience. Sarah’s bra was still on, and Riley let their bellies clash as she reached to undo it, letting the girl’s breasts spring forward with a moan as the air touched the sensitive nipples.

It was 45 minutes into an hour long class when it all stopped. Riley felt her belly stop growing, and the skin stopped stretching around the mass in her stomach.

Sarah had slowed down sometime during the period, and when Riley gave her a smirking once-over, she was about pregnant with 6 kids, a measly number compared to the 20 that were residing in the junior’s womb.

A glance around the room proved to Riley that she was the biggest in their classroom, once again. She heard a couple groans from the returning class and screams from the new students, and she groaned herself as she felt the contractions start to rip through.

Sarah was sobbing at this point, her legs involuntarily spreading open as a head started to crown from her swollen lips. Riley laid back on the beanbags, swishing her hips from left to right as she felt a baby descend.

It started to crown and she moaned through the ring of fire before a satisfying release of pressure ricocheted through her. She strained to check for a cord around the baby’s neck, already feeling it’s sibling behind it, adding to the pressure.

Satisfied there was no cord, she gave a final push, with the second child’s head popping out right after the first baby’s feet. She continued the process until she was pushing against baby number 15, with the head sliding in and out of her as she pushed.

She felt someone by her head and she looked over to see Sarah, who was finished delivering. “Want some help?”, Sarah asked, and Riley gave a nod.

Sarah went between Riley’s legs, cupping the baby’s head. “Just.. Just pull it out. I’ve got to finish before the bell rings.”, Riley said, and there was a simple hesitation in Sarah’s face.

“Do it, Sarah. P-Pull.”, Riley panted out, and Sarah gripped as gently as she could, pulling the baby free to it’s shoulders. She gave another tug and Riley threw her head back with a scream as the baby came out followed quickly by two more almost falling out of her gaping pussy.

She pushed as the last 3 came with little effort on her part, moving quickly down her stretched reproductive system.

The bell rang just as Riley’s stomach completely deflated, and a group of seniors walked through the room, collecting the children and tagging them for which parent they belonged to.

Riley couldn’t wait for them to join her hundreds of others in the nursery, and she couldn’t wait for the next period. Maybe she’d convince Sarah to return some of the favors that Riley did for her today.

@birthedstars

When Lilith was a child, and even a young teenager, she wished to make herself useful  to everyone. Helping carry around hefty sack bags of flour, babysitting younger children around the village, and even assisting in the rituals at the church, she did everything she could to be of service. That last one is probably how she got to waking up with a subtle bump on her stomach.

When she turned 18, she was chosen by the church to carry their patron’s child. It was an honor to be chosen for such a position, for someone hadn’t been chosen for nearly a millennium. Lilith was ecstatic and agreed to it immediately. The village celebrated her acceptance for the rest of the day, uninhibited. Children being conceived were always cause for joy in the village, but a child of their patron demon? It was basically a festival.

Lilith was paraded around for hours until she was brought back to her home at the dead of night. In her bed was where the deed would be done. Lilith was blindfolded and was laid on top of the bed. Observing the patron was expressly forbidden in their culture, even for the one that was going to be bred. Lilith felt the presence of the patron, a sudden and oppressive weight laying itself on her. The pressure of his power

Lilith felt the patron’s cock force its way into her relentlessly. With just one deep thrust, she felt the tip smash up against her cervix. It made her squeal each time he thrusted in. Lilith had never felt so maddeningly full in her life, it made her want to grind up against the patron but she restrained herself. As time progressed and as the patron’s thrusts grew harder, Lilith desperately wanted to rub her clit. Her hand slowly glided toward her clit and she heard the Patron make a noise. A chuckle. He was amused by her attempt to seek pleasure in this. He took her hand and forced it between her legs, pressing it onto her clit. Lilith arched her lower back as the pleasure intensified.

The sensation in her crotch engulfed her entire body in heat, her breath even becoming more lustful. Just as Lilith started to feel herself orgasm, the patron drove his dick deep within her and a burst of cum coated her insides. Lilith’s mouth was wide with her own moaning yell. She could feel it pump into her and, when she was full, feel it ooze out of her. The patron chuckled again and removed his cock from her, leaving her dripping cum and slick. All Lilith could do was pant with her legs sprawled out on the bed, wishing she could have more.

The Patron only had to visit her once for his seed to take. Within a few short weeks, Lilith was walking around the village with a slight bump and growing breasts. When she started to show, everyone would dote on her. Instead of being the one to help everyone, she was the one being helped. The villagers also loved seeing her belly grow and loved to feel its roundness. Lilith had actually taken to wearing a shirt that allowed everyone to see her belly as it grew over the months.

As each month passed, Lilith impressed the village with how big she would be. When she reached her 6th month, Lilith was already carrying a pronounced bump that looked akin to how large most villagers would be during the final days of their pregnancy. By her 9th, her uncovered and stretch mark covered stomach would enter a room before she did and as time grew closer to the moment they awaited for, her huge stomach would seem to hang low as if it would fall off of her.

The week of her due date, Lilith was out helping the Baker with their moving of wheat and flour, an activity a bit too strenuous for her state of pregnancy. She’d just moved a heavy bag in its place when her stomach contracted hard. Her hands shot to her bump to ease the pain. The contractions had been coming off and on the last few days, but today had been different. Within an hour, Lilith experienced two more contractions.

Lilith waddled to the church and told the father of her consistent pains. The father and his acolyte’s quickly undressed Lilith and put her in a loose fitting white dress. It was a ceremonial garb for the Patron’s chosen.

It was custom, as told by the ancient books, for the mother of the patron’s child to visit every citizen under the patron’s watch once the pains of labor started. Only after, would the mother be allowed to give birth in the same place where the child was conceived.

The father of the church and a few acolytes ushered Lilith around the  village so that the people could offer her blessings. Lilith had to cradle her belly in her hands to give some relief towards increasing weight and pressure on her hips.

Lilith’s gait became more pronounced with each step she took. Her mountainous stomach  dropped lower with each house and villager she visited. The movements inside her womb became all the more erratic and a solid mass drove on her cervix. The pressure in her womb mounted higher and higher. The tightening of her muscles grew more intense like crushing vice breaking apart a melon.

“Father, I think it’s time. I can’t walk any longer…” Lilith groaned and massaged the side of her belly fruitlessly, the skin tight with a contraction. She felt like her waters could break at any moment.

“Only a little bit more child,” The father continued to usher her and the procession around the village.

They visit many more houses after that. A thin sheet of sweat covered Lilith’s body by the time they finished. Her belly had further dropped and her walk was wide as if she was attempting to squat. Her breathing was growing more ragged as she approached her home and the head grinded on her pelvis like it could fall into her canal at any moment. The surface of her stomach had changed from its perfect round sphere to an uneven and oblong shape under the strain of the contractions. By the time Lilith was brought back to her home, the acolytes had to support her through each laborious step.

Lilith had taken to moaning loudly through each contraction. Every contraction made her squirm and twist as she was brought into her bedroom. She was sure this child would make her shriek soon with how heavy it felt. The acolytes laid the laboring girl on to her bed. The acolytes also acted as midwives for the village and immediately set to checking her progress.

“You’re ready to give birth, however we must break your waters,” the lead acolyte said. “Brace yourself, for labor to become more difficult.”

Lilith could only moan and nod in response as another seizing of her tightly packed stomach occupied her. The acolyte produced a small hook and slipped it down her canal. Lilith felt the Acolyte flick their finger, followed instantly by a release of pressure. Lilith yelped as her waters squirted from her pussy. Lilith immediately felt the head of her child grind up against her cervix. Lilith arched her back and squirmed in her bed as the pain increased dramatically.

Lilith’s labor was slow going yet fast after that point. The Patron’s demonic child quickly pushed its way through her tight cervix. Lilith white knuckled the wooden back free of her bead with each push she made. Her hair was matted to the sides of her face and her stomach heaved up and down with her pained breaths. The baby filled her canal more and more each time she brought her chin down between her swollen breasts.

Lilith eventually felt the base of her vagina bulge outward. Only a tiny sliver of the head could be seen at the moment. Every time Lilith pushed now, the burning sensation increased. The lips of her pussy clung to the huge head of the baby as it slid out. Lilith screamed as her pussy bulged further and spread open wider.

The current contraction stopped and the baby receded. Lilith laid back and panted through the pain. She remained in that cycle through 3 contractions. The baby would move slowly, bit by bit. Lilith thought the baby would tear her until she finally felt the baby’s head shoot forward. Fluid splattered all over the bed and her lips receded around the head.

The contraction distorting her stomach persisted and she continued to push. The Acolytes made sure there was no cord around the head, but they intervened no further.

The shoulders began to make Lilith’s pussy bulge again. She squinted and moaned loudly as the baby’s broad shoulders spread her sore lips open once more. Fluid leaked and squirted from her crotch with each movement the baby made until finally the shoulders and the body slid out onto the bed.

Lilith gasped for air, but mustered the strength to sit up on her elbows to see her baby. Its skin was stark white, black veiny streaks curved from its eyes. It was the closest she’d ever get to seeing the patron himself. The Acolytes quickly get to work cleaning and detaching the child from the cord.

The baby began to cry and kick to life. Lilith was happy her hard work paid off, but now she desperately wanted to rest. Just as the thought left her mind, her still large stomach contracted hard. A familiar pressure pressed on her cervix like it was forcing its way out. Lilith screamed as the pain mounted on her.

One of the Acolyte’s pressed on Lilith’s tight belly and shoved a finger into her pussy.

“Uuuugghhhh, what’s going on?!” Lilith asked as the acolyte felt her belly.

“There is another Baby, you have been blessed by the patron!” The acolyte proclaimed proudly.

“There’s a second?! AUUUUUGHHH!” Lilith threw her head back and shrieked as the head pried open her battered cervix. She bucked her hips upward as the second large mass moved through her. It felt slightly bigger than the first, making Lilith howl as the baby moved past her cervix.

Lilith pushed for what felt like an eternity. The head slowly opened her worn hole until she was in the same burning position she was in with the first. She was tired. She didn’t want to push anymore. But she remembered she agreed to this. She couldn’t quit or die. She had to do this for the Patron.

Her stomach seized hard, she leant forward and bore down while also pressing on the top of her belly. Her pussy bulges outward much like the first and the slit opens wider and wider until the head pops free. But Lilith wasn’t finished. She screamed as she pushed the shoulders through her tight opening.

Her face was red with effort as well as her heaving stomach. The shoulders felt as though they were threatening to tear her apart. She kept bearing down against the burn and finally with a large gush of fluid and the deflation of her belly. The baby fell out of her pussy and onto the bed. Lilith fell back on the bed exhausted. The Acolytes went to work immediately to take care of the baby and afterbirth. The baby started crying out and Lilith felt her tits ache in response.

The ordeal drained her immensely so she couldn’t imagine breastfeeding both of her babies right now. Lilith was glad she could help give the Patron two children.  

@Birthedstars

You waddle across the beach, the sand spreading underneath your feet. The moon shimmered off the ocean water and the sound of the waves crashing on the nearby rocks surrounding a dark sea cave entrance. This is where he wanted you to go. It was time. You cradled your misshapen stomach, the hard surface of the eggs inside shifted around and could be felt pressing low into your pelvis.

You waddle into the hollowed out rock and steadily make your way to the back of it. 10 weeks ago, this was where you’d promised to take his young. You remember the feeling of him pressing his cock into you and forcing his eggs into your body. They were only the size of golf balls then. You remember his sea foam like cum filling and creating a pouch in your stomach. It was a euphoric experience, you wouldn’t have minded doing it again.

You reach the end of the cave. The sea water barely reaches the back, making it a solitary beach within the rock. The tide would come in soon to change that. You stand in the shallow waters of the cave beach and take a deep breath. You feel your belly drop and the eggs shake beneath your palms as the smell of salt water reaches your nose. It was a lot more concentrated here, the children within the eggs must have sensed it.

Your tight belly begins to contract, the first egg pressing hard out of your womb. You take your knees into your hands as you continue to stand in the water and bear down. The pain coming steadily, Your moans echo through the cave and harmonize with the waves. The full feeling of the smooth and wide egg going through you was better than you imagined. The egg is big but it moves easily through you. The contraction stops, and you’re left with the egg completely inside your canal. You rock your hips back and forth to relieve yourself of the pressure. You can feel the egg slip through a bit while you move.  

Another bout of pressure and your muscles contorting command your focus. You bear down once again, lowering yourself even more under the weight of the egg. Slowly but surely, the hard egg begins to spread you wide, a dull burn inflaming your bottom half.

You try to keep your breath under control but it’s hard with all of the sensations assaulting you at once. You begin to doubt your ability to birth the eggs, but suddenly a familiar figure appears, sitting on the clear water before you. The Leviathan. He was in his most human form. Skin still blue and scaled, eyes golden green and narrow like a snake. He sat there with one arm over his raised knee, the lower half of his face nestled in his forearm. He stared at you intently, waiting to see if he made the right choice of who would host his children.

The contraction around your stomach intensifies. You bear down even harder, your belly contorting with your action. The egg stretches you wider and wider, you feel the widest part of the egg edge out of you until finally you feel a pop and release. The egg falls between your legs into the soft beach sand. The silky blue egg shifted and wiggled on its own. The child within was going to break free soon.

The second egg came faster. It felt a size smaller than the first and it went through your already stretched canal easily because of that. You still felt the pain of each contraction and the slight burn when it had begun to crown. You drop to your knees and push the small egg to its widest point until it falls out on its own. You sigh in relief as the egg rolls next to the first. It started shifting and shuddering just the same as well.

Your stomach was still very round despite being empty of two of three eggs. You soon felt another contraction press the final egg into your canal. This one felt humongous as it passed through you. Every fiber in your canal screamed at you in pain. The pressure in your crotch was unbearable. With every push, little progress was made. The cavern echoed with your voice, you fell back into the sand and clutched your stomach between both hands. The Leviathan kept staring at you with the same expectant eyes that judged how well you birthed his young.  

The tip of the egg spreads your outer opening wider and wider. Its size dwarfed that of the first two. Your crotch burns like it was being branded with a hot iron. Each push made it more excruciating, but you couldn’t bear to stop. However, the egg had no intention of making it that easy. Just as it reached its roundest and widest point, it stopped moving. You bear down desperately with each seizing of your womb, even pressing both of your hands onto the top of your hard belly to get it out.

It edged out slowly, you arch your back and buck your hips under the pain and pressure, until finally, with a plop and a gush of seafoam like liquid, the egg fell out of you and rolled next to its siblings and began shaking in kind.

You do your best to get up on your elbows and look at your eggs. The fruits of your effort. You couldn’t rest until you knew that they hatched safely.

You and the Leviathan look at the eggs shaking and rattling against each other. The first egg began to crack open. Small splinters of the shell flew into the water. The eggs started rattling violently. A visible hole popped open through the third egg and slimy, webbed hands came out of it. The first and second followed.

Slowly but surely, you watched as the pale blue babies of the Leviathan came out of their shells and slid into the water. They looked even more human than the Leviathan did, save for the tadpole-like tails they had instead of eggs. Their faces were rounder and eyes a more natural, human color as opposed to the Leviathan’s unnatural blue.

You watch as the three children swim towards their father and run circles around him. The Leviathan smiled for the first time since surfacing before you. He looked up at you with the same smile and said in a low tone.

“Thank you”

The Leviathan sank back into the waters and swam off his new young.

You wouldn’t mind coming to his service again in a few years you thought, massaging your empty stomach.

372/13. Imagine you love creating yourself in The Sims and making yourself pregnant, using all kinds of mods to control every aspect of the experience. One day, you come across an obscure mod that promises complete realism. You install it, make your Sim-self pregnant with triplets, as usual. You start to feel nauseous, tired and hungry, but you keep playing. Soon, your Sim-self’s belly starts to show… and so does yours… —————————————————————— 

You’re a neet girl who’s never really been into social interactions unless they were done in a game chat setting. By day, you do boring IT work in an office where nobody knows your name and your supervisor is a middle aged simpleton with no knowledge of how the internet works. By night, you can escape that and play computer games to your heart’s content. Since your older brother gave you a hand-me-down laptop when he went off to college, you’ve been playing games at least three hours a day. You’ve since upgraded to a more powerful setup: a custom PC that could handle just about any game currently out there. You’ve played everything from racing to FPS games, but tonight, you found yourself booting up an old favorite genre you hadn’t touched in a while: life simulation. 

Some of your first games were Sims, and you would spend countless hours customizing your characters, watching them interact, and playing God in the ways you were allowed of course. When Sims 4 came out, nostalgia compelled you to buy it, and you’ve already racked up hundreds of hours messing about in it. As you booted up your “battle station” upon returning home, Steam started updating. Once it finished, your Workshop page showed up, conveniently on the Sims 4 page. You would normally ignore mods and play vanilla, but one on the front page under “Newest mods” catches your eye: “Full Realism Mode”. It sounds pretty vague, but has already garnered hundreds of downloads and positive comments. So with a “Why not?” feeling, you download it and start up a new game just to see what it’s all about. You make a new Sim to control; nothing too fancy, just as close a copy to yourself you can go with pale skin, red curly hair that reaches just past your shoulders, and blue eyes behind frameless glasses. The game begins, and so far, things seem to be the same as your normal vanilla experience. Making sure the mod is active, you go to settings to see what the change really is. The page shows your mod is active, so reopening the workshop window, you find a troubleshooting topic on a forum saying you need to get your Sim pregnant to make it work. Weird stipulation, but ok. You go back into the game, find a boyfriend, and have some WooHoo! time. Oddly enough, the scene is a bit more extended, the animation of your Sim couple staying under the covers longer than normal. As this happens, you feel a strange burning in your nether regions. It’s odd…you’ve never been interested in sex, and the game’s version of it is more comical than enough to get your motor running. As the animation does end, you jolt as a warm feeling suddenly shoots up from your sweatpants’ waistband to your chest. You pull away from your desk and prod your somewhat chubby stomach a little to see what’s wrong. The feeling left as soon as you registered it, but nothing seems to be wrong. You chalk it up to your imagination and go back to the game. Your Sim doesn’t really seem to do anything out of the ordinary for a bit until a popup suddenly says “Congratulations! You’re pregnant!” “Okay, so where’s the mod changes this promised?” you ask yourself as your Sim starts displaying morning sickness and heads to the bathroom. As this happens, a sudden wave of nausea hits you, and the overwhelming urge of something forcing its way up your throat sends you scrambling from your chair for your bathroom across your apartment. Making it just in time, you expel your stomach’s contents into the toilet, coughing as you spit the last of your late lunch and energy drink from earlier into the porcelain throne. Upon flushing, you reach into your cupboard behind the mirror and find some mouthwash to get the taste of vomit out of your mouth. As you shut it, you notice in your reflection, your normal pudge seems to be a bit more pronounced under your t-shirt. It looks like you’re pushing out when you’re not, plus you just emptied your stomach into the toilet bowl minutes ago. Confused, you put the mouthwash back and once again, poke and prod your middle to see what’s going on when a ping from your computer steals your attention back to the game. Walking back to your desk, you notice your Sim automatically went to a doctor’s appointment while you were gone, and a new pop up presents itself: “Warning: Multiples Detected. Symptoms may be more pronounced.” Multiples? You’ve heard of some gamers using mods or cheats to have Sims birth more than one baby, but you had no such mods installed. Must be part of the realism mode: never know what you’ll get with pregnancy you guess. As your Sim leaves the doctor, it shows that she feels tired, and strangely, so do you. That’s odd. You’re normally not one to crash until five in the morning, and it’s only eleven at night. Still, as you think this, something wills you to leave your seat again, and you find yourself unceremoniously flopping onto your couch nearby, and passing out almost immediately. You awake several hours later as the sun shining through your window blinds directly into your eyes. As you stir, a sudden weight on top of you causes you to shift from lying on your back to your side, but the pressure stays with you as you change positions. Confused, opening your eyes, you see a lump under your shirt. Pulling it up, you nearly shriek as you realize it’s your own body. Your belly had grown overnight, and it was taught, hard, and definitely not a dream as you pinch the skin on your side only to feel it tense up. Your breasts seem to have grown too. What were once small B-cups now seem to strain your bra as two coconuts sit atop a pumpkin-sized mound of…whatever was inside you making you grow. You feel your hips have also widened a little as your sweatpants, that were normally baggy, suddenly feel a bit tighter on you. You sit up as your rational mind is screaming questions in your head: “How did this happen? Why are you so big? What’s going on?” Just as you continue to question, a ping from your computer grabs your attention. The Sims game wasn’t paused. It had continued to play all night, and you left it on a slightly fast forwarded process of time. That’s when it clicks for you. “Full Realism…activated by pregnancy…” That’s ridiculous you think! There’s no way you can be- Just as you think that, something prods at your stomach…from the inside. You look down at yourself as the impossible truth dawns on you. What happens to your Sim in F.R.M…happens to you. Another kick confirms your fears, this one you can see as a small bump forms under your skin with the feeling of the kick inside your belly. It feels weird, but…nice in a way. Just as your thoughts are coming to terms with the fact you’re suddenly with child, another kick comes just below your navel, but…the first set was hitting you from the left side of your belly. That’s when a third set hits the top right hemisphere of the fleshy globe sitting on your lap. In a panic, you heave yourself off the couch, taking yourself off balance as you quickly are introduced to your new sense of balance and weight. Hurrying to your computer, you look back in the game log to see what you missed. Your Sim now sports a belly similar in size to yours, and the activity log does indeed say your Sim went back to the doctor and confirmed it: you’re having triplets. And you’re already nearing the end of your second trimester. You’ve still got more to grow… End of Part 1.

bros before hoes, dude.

(Modnote: Please pay attention to the tags on this story.)

Hey, it’s Charlie here! This kinda just… popped into my head! Hope you like it!

Daniel, Nick, and Austin were gym bros. They worked out 12 hours a week together, went snowboarding on the weekends, they were inseparable. Daniel was by far the youngest of the group, having just turned 18 last weekend, while Nick and Austin were both 27.

None of the guys were small, with Daniel being 6'1" and the other two being at least 5 inches taller than him. Nick and Austin were more built however, with Daniel being as tall and lanky as the other guys were thick and muscular.

Daniel doesn’t remember what happened after the gym on Monday morning, but he woke up naked on a bed, obviously still struggling against some sort of drug. Was his protein powder switched out?

Wait, he got some from Nick, because he had run out on Friday and hadn’t been to the store. Was Nick okay?

“Nick? Nick, are you alright? Are you there?”, Daniel groggily called out, sitting up on the bed. Nick walked up to the end of the bed, also completely naked. As he came out from around the end, kneeling on the bed, Daniel struggled to keep his mouth shut.

Nick’s cock was bigger than anything he had ever seen before, it had to be at least 10 inches long, and as thick as Daniel’s wrist. “Oh I’m fine Daniel.”, Nick said, before lunging at him and having him pinned, face down onto the bed.

“Nick, what’s going- AH!”, Daniel said, cutting himself off with a scream as Nick slammed his cock into his ass. It was so big he was sure it was going to rip him in half. Nick, while still shoving a cock up Daniel’s ass that definitely should not be there, turned Daniel so that he was on his back, and he could see Nick’s face. Nick pulled back before slamming into Daniel again, eliciting another scream from the 18 year old.

“God, you’re fucking tight!”, Nick moaned, pulling back and slamming into him again.

Nick developed a fast rhythm, repeatedly slamming his cock into Daniel until Daniel was just a sobbing mess, his pleas reduced to nothing. Nick reached his high, and Daniel could feel the cum splattering against his insides with such strength, it drove him to his own climax. There was an impossible amount of pressure in Daniel’s stomach, and he watched in horror as his stomach ballooned out.

The pressure continued to build until his belly button audibly popped out, the skin angry and red with stretch marks marring what used to be a six pack. When his stomach stopped growing, he felt kicks slamming into the sides of what he assumed was now a womb. Daniel also noticed that he now had breasts, B’s that leaked milk as they started to bounce when Nick picked up his rhythm again.

He was impossibly pregnant.

Daniel screamed again as Nick slammed his cock into him over and over, going faster than he had before. His last scream was choked off as he felt another cock, as big as or maybe even bigger than Nick’s, slam into his throat. Daniel gagged, but he couldn’t do anything against Austin’s cock as the man used Daniel’s mouth to reach a high.

Both Nick and Austin climaxed at the same time, and the pressure behind Daniel’s stomach made him sob, and would have made him scream if Austin’s cock wasn’t in the way. His stomach ballooned out so that he could barely see Nick’s face, kicks constantly slamming into the sides of his massively pregnant belly. His breasts grew as well, becoming Double D’s as they continued to leak milk.

The sight of him alone must have been enough for Austin, because Daniel felt more and more cum slide down his throat, adding more pressure to his stomach and making it balloon out at least 6 more inches, blocking Nick’s face completely.

Nick and Austin repeated the steps, pounding into Daniel and climaxing over and over again. Both men probably came at least 7 more times, but Daniel lost count after 2, when they had to turn him on his side so his stomach and boobs wouldn’t suffocate him. Each bucket of cum from one of the men pushed his stomach out a good 6 or 7 inches more, and stretched his boobs a good 3 sizes.

By the end of it, Daniel’s stomach protruded at least 10 feet in front of him, the skin constantly rippling and almost bruising with kicks and punches. His breasts were constant fountains of milk, and his brain was reduced to nothing. His face had a blank look, and he drooled as Nick thrust his cock back into his ass, only needing 1 thrust to release another bucket of cum into him, swelling his stomach and boobs again.

As Nick pulled his cock out, Austin shoved his in, thrusting until he had reached his climax, coming inside Daniel. Except this time something was different. Daniel’s stomach swelled, as well as his breasts, but also a release of fluid gushed from his ass, and his muscles clenched around Austin’s cock, trapping the member there.

His giant belly shifted, and something was pressing hard down into him. His brain was screaming that he should push against the pressure, and he weakly responded, his muscles contracting and pushing the mass of pressure down until it was pressed against Austin’s cock. Austin moaned at the contact, his cock growing harder and harder as Daniel’s brain kept him pushing.

Daniel pushed Austin’s cock out of him just as Austin came, and then there was a baby’s head pressing against his tight rim. The head had to be as big as a grapefruit, and Daniel screamed as it pushed against the tight ring of muscle. Daniel’s face turned into a grimace as he pushed the baby’s head out. He felt Nick’s hands check something around his ass, but his brain just kept him pushing, intent on getting this baby out.

After around a minute, the baby popped out, a gush of fluid coming with it. The baby starts wailing, and Daniel can barely feel it as Nick holds it to his breast, overcome by the feeling of another baby pressing against him.

It takes 20 minutes before Daniel’s stomach is back to normal, his six pack glistening with sweat, Nick and Austin ever rotating the screaming babies and slowly draining his boobs. When they’re done, the 20 kids are the size of 2 year old toddlers, and are all in various stages of sleeping, some just laying there and rocking back and forth while giggling. Others are saying various words, just non-coherently saying random words.

Nick and Austin disappear for a few minutes, carrying the kids away. Daniel doesn’t remember them coming back as he passes out, exhausted from everything that happened.

When Daniel wakes up to his alarm, his phone says that it’s Tuesday morning, and his alarm title is “GYM WITH THE BROS!”. Daniel gets up, getting dressed and brushing off his memories as a really, really strange dream.

There’s protein powder in his cupboard, so he must have gone shopping. He gets to the gym and everything is normal, with his “dream” falling to the back of his mind, but whenever Nick stands a little too close behind him on a squat or Austin’s just a little to close to his head while he’s benching, Daniel knows.

He doesn’t say anything though, even when he wakes up on the same bed a month later.

because bros before hoes, dude.