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Potter had been right – something was coming out of him, something so unexpected that at first Snape couldn't do anything but gasp. Potter groaned, a long mournful sound, like a wounded animal. Snape stared in shock.

Hanging out of Potter's fully dilated arsehole, the rim of the opening stretched paper-thin from the circumference of the object longed inside it, was the head of a second baby, its amniotic sac still completely intact. Snape felt light-headed. This was a new level of cluelessness, even for Potter's standards.

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Final update!

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“What's the matter with you?” he said, feigning ignorance. “Are you ill?”

“It's my stomach,” complained Potter through gritted teeth. He was half-sitting, half-lying, his legs splayed to accomodate his enormous gut. The baby's head, Snape decided, was probably sitting too low for him to be able to sit normally. He wondered what he would see if he vanished Potter's trousers right that instant – wondered if the baby's head was bulging out of his arsehole yet.

“What's wrong with it?” asked Snape, slipping a hand under Potter's cloak to feel his rock-hard belly. “Does it hurt?”

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New chapter!

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Draco, bewildered by the sudden and rather anti-climatic development, opens his eyes. Potter is lying on his side, looking shaken but relatively unscathed, except for the fact that his stomach is so swollen that he looks several months pregnant. Draco looks down: he’s in the same exact situation, his jumper-clad belly so big that he can’t see his feet. He blinks a few times. It’s an absurd sight: five minutes ago, his stomach was perfectly flat. He carefully presses a hand to the hard surface of his gut -- his poor insides stretched to his absolute limit by whatever it is that expaned inside them, the pressure almost unbearable.

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“I can feel it,” says Thor, frustrated, and he grabs the back of his legs. “I just need to push a little harde… oh.”

To their complete astonishment, Thor’s latest bout of straining has finally produced a result. A very bizarre one. An impressive jet of a mostly clear liquid shot out of the naked god’s asshole, followed by a steady rivulet of the same weird substance. The mattress between his legs is soaked.

“What was that?” says Steve, sounding completely baffled. “Did you… did you just shoot water out of your ass? Is this a party trick or something?”

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“I doubt I'll even be able to get near enough your hole to put it in,” grumbled Malfoy. “Not with this belly in the way.”

“Rest it over my back,” said Harry, bending a bit more. His stomach felt like there was a stone inside it, but at the moment he was far too turned out to even remotely care about the implications. All he knew was that he wanted to get fucked by Malfoy's big cock, and that he wanted it to happen while Malfoy – his asshole dilated to unbelievable proportions, his gut racked by cramps – was struggling to give birth to an enormous snake.

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Final chapter!

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Potter was asleep on his side, the baby kicking up a storm inside his huge stomach. Snape rested his palm against his pupil's taut skin – the young man still had a couple of months left in his pregnancy, but it was becoming hard to imagine that his slender frame would be able to accomodate any further growth.

And then the birth, thought Snape, with a frisson of excitement. The onset of labour – the strenght of the contractions building up hour after hour. The confusion, the denial, the eventual realization. Potter's hole, barely able to accomodate a cock just a few months earlier, stretching hugely to let a child into the world – a very large child, too, judging by the size of his bump. Their child.

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New chapter! I’m alive! 

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Potter was now six months along, huge, and still oblivious about the whole pregnancy thing.

“Hermione has been pestering me,” he said, scratching his impressively distended stomach on Snape's sofa. “She says that it's not normal to gain so much weight at once, and that I should talk with Professor Dumbledore.”

“What about?” said Snape, without looking up from the Defense Against the Dark Arts papers he was grading. “Does Granger fancy Dumbledore a great dietician?”

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Harry’s pregnancy progresses!

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Potter moaned again. For all his earlier protests, he seemed to be greatly enjoying this particular activity. Snape intensified the pace of his stroking.

“Imagine you're pregnant, Potter,” he whispered, supporting Potter's swollen stomach with his free hand. “Imagine having to hide this huge thing from all your mates, day after day.”

“I wouldn't let you do that to me,” mumbled Potter, unconvincingly, pressing himself harder against Snape erection. “I wouldn't let you get me pregnant, sir.”

“I think you would, actually,” said Snape, bending slightly to kiss Potter's neck. “You'd let me fill you up with my babies, Potter, and you would love every minute of it.”

“Hhhng,” moans Potter, spurting all over Snape's hand and the bottom of his own belly. Snape holds him close to his chest, delighted by the look of bliss on the young man's handsome face.

“Excellent work, Potter,” he said, patting Potter's bloated belly. “Now come to bed, it's my turn.”

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Draco spends the rest of the evening trying to rid himself of Potter's spunk, with mixed results. The following morning, as much as he'd love to just stay in bed and nurse his faint bellyache, he has no choice but to disguise his still bloated stomach under his Quidditch robes and walk – not quite comfortably, on account of his sore arse – down to the pitch.

“Maybe lay off the Butterbeer, Malfoy,” says Urquhart, eyeing Draco's midsection reproachfully. “The way you've been flying today, we'd be better off with my Granny playing Seeker.”

“Sod off,” replies Draco, embarassed. It's true that he's been flying terribly: it's hard to dive properly when your unfamiliarly full belly gets in the way. Stupid Potter, he thinks, with a pang of longing for the other boy and his beautiful cock. I shouldn't have let him talk me into this whole mess.

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His belly feels hard, just as it did when his guts were filled to the brim with Potter's spunk, but the shape is a bit different – wider, somewhat, with a slight peak a few inches above his pubic bone. He briefly considers going to the infirmary, but explaining to Madam Pomfrey the possible cause of his present condition – with the risk of the whole story getting back to his parents – is absolutely out of the question.  He tries sucking his stomach in – the bulge doesn't change shape at all.

[Sneak peek from a fic I’m working on]

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me: i want (overly specific content)

brain: it doesn’t exist you’re gonna have to create it yourself

me: HGRHBSGDHDHFHFHFHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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i just.. need more leon full of plagas eggs, its important to me

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Send me a kink and I’ll rate it:

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Albus undid Tom's trousers, freeing his erection. With one hand still on his inflated stomach, he grabbed the young man by his cock and guided him to a mirror, so that he could admire the results of his ruse: Tom Riddle, trousers around his ankles, belly so full of air that he could barely function, begging to be brought to orgasm. His knees felt weak.

“You look incredible like this, Tom,” he said, meeting Tom's eyes in the mirror. “Do you know that?”

“I'm huge,” moaned Tom, rubbing his gigantic stomach. “You've made me huge.”

“I did,” confirmed Albus, stroking Tom's cock. “And you're going to get even bigger, just you wait.”

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“It should go pretty much as normal,” explained Remus, showing Sirius an illustration of a bewildered wizard whose round stomach housed an equally bewildered baby. “You'll start feeling pains, your water will break, and eventually you'll be able to push out the baby.”

“The baby,” repeated Sirius, audibly swallowing. James felt that he knew exactly what was on his friend's mind: it seemed preposterous for something that was making his belly so big (and it seemed to grew bigger by the day: James wasn't sure how much more Sirius could take) to pass through something as tiny as an asshole.

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“I know it's a snake, Potter,” hissed Malfoy through gritted teeth. He was apparently in so much discomfort that the shock of Harry suddenly materializing by his side ranked pretty lowly on his scale of priorities. “That's what the ritual was for. I just never knew it was going to came out of my – aaah!”

almost there

“Where did you think it was going to came out of?”

“I've no idea, do I? Magic, I figured. It even tried my bloody mouth, but now I can feel–”

“Take off your pants,” said Harry, quickly. “Spread your legs. Let me see.”