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A bunch of doodles featuring anon and the monster bf

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There is one last NSFW piece, you could see it on Twitter or Substar

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1526328

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More elfs

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Elves hold life to be sacred, and as such, among them, bringing a child into the world is considered one of the most holy things most people can do. Most elves do not get pregnant very easily, and those who do are often considered to be blessed

But, as a certain elven boy is learning, the line between a blessing and a curse can be very thin

He was once a proud warrior, a protector of his people. Until a human warlord came, and brought them low, destroyed the land and killed many. But this elf he took as prisoner.

Mostly the elf is treated as a lowly servant, kept around the castle and forced to do demeaning jobs, cleaning, running pointless errands, not even allowed a bed in the servants' hall but forced to sleep on the cold hard floor in whatever out of the way corner he can find

But first, before he was ever brought into the castle, the warlord and his soldiers enjoyed the spoils of their conquest, brutally raping him, all of them, for hours on end, until he was filled with their seed. Afterwards, too, every once in a while one of them will feel like enjoying a piece of that uncanny elven beauty, or simply ruining and humiliating their defeated enemy. And he is left to try and put himself back together and hurry off to do whichever errand he was supposed to be on

Most elves do not get pregnant easily, and yet, very soon, despite the hunger and hard work he suffers, his belly begins to swell, the change quickly obvious on his lithe elven frame. He tries to hide it as best he can, but it's only a matter of time before it's impossible to conceal. Before everyone knows of the depths of his shame. Elves hold life to be sacred and pregnancies to be a holy thing, but this, this is taking the sacred and dragging it through the filth, degrading and twisting it into something more horrible than he had ever imagined

Elven pregnancies last much longer than human ones, a year and a half, but the babies are not markedly larger at birth, they just develop slower. But the elf finds his belly swelling much too big much too fast. It doesn't take him long to figure out he is not pregnant with just one child, it must be more, but how many? must be at least three, maybe as many as five

abd he is given no reprieve, not from the servant's duties, not from the abuse and rape, not from sleeping on the floor, not from anything. Nothing to ease things even as his belly grows faster than his body can adjust to, nothing even as he outgrows the ragged servant's clothes he had been given. No breaks or leniency even when moving around and doing his duties gets hard. And of course he is not allowed to perform any of the rituals that would be part of pregnancy in elven culture

Even to the very end of the pregnancy he is forced to do servant's duties, although he can barely walk without leaning on something for support and has to often crawl around awkwardly when his legs fail

...and of course when he finally does go into labor, it is in the middle of a feast where he is supposed to be cleaning and picking up all the food scraps and other trash the warlord and his men throw to the floor

Just his luck he ends up with twins, and with hybrids it can be hard to tell how long the pregnancy will be, or how big the babies will grow. Because of the war, its rare that humans and elves mix with each other, so he isn't sure what to expect. Bearing children is supposed to e a joyous honour, but its been twisted into a painful disgrace, leaving him feeling horrified and disgusted as he's forced to watch his belly swell with his captors seed. He so desperately wants to get rid of them, but he just can't bring himself to try, and even if he could, he knows it would only be a matter of time before he'd get knocked up again. There's nothing he can do to escape his slowly swelling belly, its massive deformed shape reminding him of his failure to his kingdom, forced to bare his captors children for the rest of his life

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 first time exploring this idea. Posting part 2 soon!

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Smug incubus guy (very annoying)

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The Stable Boy

Not edited or beta read, so please excuse any typos, grammatical errors, hanging participles, limbs or people :P

It was late at night when the stable boy heard someone enter the stables.

"Hello? Is someone there?" He called out.

"It's only me." A voice answered. From behind the stall door stepped the second prince himself.

"Your highness! Apologies, I didn't know it was you." The stable boy bowed hastily.

The prince waved nonchalantly. "Don't worry about that."

"Is there something I can assist you with, your highness?" He righted himself, daring to look up.

"Yes, there is in fact," The prince grinned coyly. "Remove your trousers."

"I--um. I don't understand your highness." He stammered.

"Did I stutter? I said remove your trousers and everything underneath." He cocked his eyebrow.

Everything? The stable boy repeated in his mind. "I--Yes, sire, I did hear you. I am just not understanding why you're asking this of me?" The stable boy hesitantly began to remove his trousers and undergarments.

The prince let out an exasperated sigh as he sidled closer and unfastened his belt. "Not that you have any right to know, but I'm feeling generous tonight," he said. "To put it simply, I've been wanting to have you for some time now. Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I've wanted to fuck you senseless."

"Oh. I--"

"Now be a good boy, and face the wall." He turned the stable boy around, pressing against his ass.

The prince stood at least a foot taller than the stable boy. He'd always been petite and not quite made for hard labor, but as an orphan who'd been taken in so generously by the stable master so many years ago. He had no choice but to earn his keep by working in the stables. Now, even as a young adult, he still looked so young with very little muscle to show for his years of being a stable hand.

The prince moved his legs further apart and bent him over. He put his hands on the wall to stop himself from toppling face first into the hay. Then something foreign brushed against his entrance, thick and warm.

The stable boy's eyes went wide as he tried to look back, but was stopped by the prince turning his face back towards the dimly lit wall. Then, before he could even protest, the prince's length was pushed inside him.

The stable boy gasped in surprise as his hole stretch to fit the girth. The prince grabbed on to his hips and started moving in and out.

At first it was painful. Stretching him to the limit and with nothing to lubricate the motion. The stable boy groaned, but the prince did not stop. He only increased his speed, each time pushing further into the stable boy.

Just when he thought he couldn't go any deeper, he felt the prince's length thrust harder inside, making his belly bulge just slightly from the length. As the prince's movements became faster and his grunts more breathless, the stable boy's hole seemed to loosen, becoming accustomed to the feeling. With only a few more thrusts, the stable boy discovered a sound coming from his mouth that he'd never made before. 

He heard the prince chuckle breathlessly from behind. "Enjoying this too, are we?" He picked up his pace.

The longer it went on, the faster his thrusts got and strangely more easy. The stable boy felt an unfamiliar wetness between his legs and, oddly enough, enjoyed the feeling.

A new warmth pooled in the pit of his belly, building gradually with each thrust and emphatic grunt of the prince. The prince's length seemed to touch something inside him that sent tendrils of excitement down his spine and elicited more quiet moans from the stable boy.

With a final thrust, he felt the prince's hips stuttered, sheathing himself entirely in the stable boy. The stable boy's own unattended, smaller length sputtered white cum all over the wall as the prince unloaded himself inside the his unprotected belly, moaning in contentment.

The stable boy's legs shook terribly as the prince removed his cock with a wet squelch and released his hips, allowing him to collapse to the floor of the stall.

"I'll return tomorrow for another round. I expect you to be well prepared for me." The prince said as he caught his breath.

The stable boy was left panting and dripping cum down his legs on the floor; he tried to wrap his little mind around what had just happened. He couldn't put his finger on why, but he was eager for the next night to arrive.

The following evening, the instant the stable master left for the night, he immediately went to work preparing himself for the prince just as he was ordered. His mind wandered to the previous night, thinking of the prince's cock filling him so perfectly and gloriously. It wasn't long before he was wet in his trousers and his member grew erect.

As if on que, the prince sauntered in to the stables not two minutes later, belt already undone.

The stable boy, gave a cursory bow, but was quickly waved off. "You know what I'm about to say." The prince cocked an eyebrow.

With that the stable boy promptly doffed his trousers, revealing his sopping entrance and excited member.

"My my," Said the prince, pulling down his own garments. "I see you were dutiful in preparing like I instructed you to. Now, turn around."

The stable boy did as told and faced the wall, just as he'd done before. And just as before, it wasn't but a few moments before the prince was fully sheathed inside and thrusting emphatically into the stable boy's poor hole.

The stable boy bit his lip, trying desperately not to make any sounds for fear of the prince teasing him. But it seemed the prince could somehow read his mind.

"It's alright," He whispered in his ear. "Let me hear you."

The stable boy didn't waste another second and opened his mouth, letting lewd yet melodic noises ring out with each thrust. With a few more powerful movements, he came all over the wall once more as the prince's seed coated the stable boy's insides.

And then the prince left for the night.

This became something of a ritual for them. The prince would come to the stables late into the night after everyone had gone home and fuck the stable boy until he couldn't walk.

Truthfully, the stable boy enjoyed it each and every time. He relished feeling the prince so deep inside him and emptying himself in his belly. He truly loved it.

After nearly two months of the prince consistently using him as a royal cum depository, the stable boy started to notice that he was gaining a bit of weight in his lower belly. He had never been a large person and not to mention always on the thinner side due to how he'd grown up. He took it as a good sign that he was getting a bit of pudge in his belly, even if it wasn't much.

However, over the next few weeks, his belly started to get larger and rounding just a bit. It was only noticeable if he wasn't wearing his tunic, so only the prince and the stable boy himself ever saw his growing tummy, but he couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed at it. What if the prince no longer wanted to continue their nightly ritual because he didn't like his changing belly?

That night when the prince arrived, the stable boy almost shied away from him at first, hesitant to remove his trousers and tunic. However, the prince was not having it.

"Why do you hesitate? Take off your clothes!" He demanded.

"I apologize, your highness. I just---"

"You just what?"

"I---I'm just afraid that you won't want to do this anymore."

"Oh? And why is that? Afraid I'll find another stable boy to fuck silly in the dead of night?"

"Well, yes, sire..." The stable boy began to take off his tunic, pulling it up over his torso, revealing his bare and softly rounded tummy. "I'm afraid you won't like me anymore because I'm getting a bit heavier, and my belly is growing. I don't know why exactly, it was only recently that it started happening!" He said, daring to glance up at the prince.

The princes eyes widened ever so slightly before returning to their normal size, and his mouth quirked upwards into a sly grin. "I see. You were worried I would no longer find you as delectable with your little, growing tummy, is that it?"

The stable boy nodded.

The prince chuckled darkly. "Oh you sweet, stupid boy. If anything, I enjoy you more like this." He rubbed his hand over the stable boy's soft belly, eliciting a small whine from him. It was unexpectedly pleasurable to have the prince touching it, though he couldn't say why.

"Oh....well that's a relief." The stable boy managed to finally say.

In the minutes following, the prince then fucked the stable boy harder than he'd done so before, all the while keeping at least one hand low on his belly. And following suite, the stable boy came more intensely than ever before, feeling the prince not only deep inside him, but also holding his tummy while he rammed his cock into his hole.

The weeks flew by it seemed, and the stable boy's belly only seemed to grow firmer and more round. He had hidden his belly underneath his tunic for as long as he could, but he also knew it was only a matter of time before the stable master saw his growing belly. It was a sunny afternoon when he finally noticed it.

He was reaching for something above his head when the stable master shouted his name from the other side of the stables. He went running, or at least as fast as he could. It had become something of a time to move quickly as his belly continued to grow larger and heavier. It was odd to him that he wasn't gaining weight like other people he'd seen where it was dispersed over different parts of their bodies as opposed to his where it was all entirely in his tummy.

The stable master was at the back of the stables in that early morning, before the sun had even risen. His face was in a fierce scowl and the stable boy knew what that meant: he'd done something wrong and was about to be punished.

"Get over here, boy." He fumed. The stable boy stood before the towering stable master. "Lift up your shirt."

".....Sir?"

"I said. Lift. Up. Your. Shirt." He practically growled.

The stable boy did as told. He undid the belt underneath his abdomen and lifted his shirt, showing his heavily bloated tummy to the stable master in shame.

"I knew it." The stable master took on a dangerous expression, poking his bloated tummy.

"Its just a bit of extra weight, sir, I promise!" He started.

"Is that all it is, now?" The massive man raised his brow and chuckled. "And just how long have you been gaining this 'extra weight'?" He mused.

"I---I well. A few months I s'pose."

"You suppose, hm? And is that how long the prince has been fucking your holes late at night?"

"I-I..."

"I've heard enough." The stable master bellowed. "Go into the last stall and get on your hands and knees. I'm going to punish you fully for this."

The stable boy didn't question why he was being told to go somewhere different for this punishment. Normally the stable master would just give him a few lashes and call it a day, but he supposed this was a different kind of mistake in the master's eyes.

Now on his hands and knees, he waited for the stable master. The large man lumbered into the stall, strangely with no whip in hand, but instead his belt that normally sat hidden beneath his ale filled gut, spilling over the poor overused strap of leather.

The stable boy looked downwards, expecting to be lashed something fierce if the stable master was going to use his belt. However, when he heard something that wasn't the stable master winding up to strike, his eyes shot up.

The stable master had neatly hung his belt on the wall and now had his trousers at his ankles. There, just beneath the thin fabric of the stable master's shirt, he saw the outline of his very erect and girthy cock, moistening the shirt with fluid already leaking from the tip.

"Look away boy and turn around."

Only then did the stable boy realize what was happening. He gulped in worried anticipation as he turned around.

The stable master ripped his trousers down, revealing his gaping and slick entrance. Without fanfare or warning, the stable master rammed his cock into the stable boy.

He gasped in surprise as the thickness stretched his hole, filling him entirely and he could feel the stable master's testicles right against his arse.

"This is your punishment for letting the prince fuck you silly and filly that pretty belly of yours before I could."

"Wait. wha--" He was interrupted by the stable master roughly thrusting in and out, grabbing at his widening hips. Before long the stable master hand one of his large hands holding the curve of the boy's swollen belly as he fucked him raw.

The stable boy could tell he didn't have more than a few more seconds before he himself would be cumming all over the floor. At least not while the stable master kept at that pace while holding his swelling tummy.

The stable master himself only thrust three more times before releasing entirely inside the stable boy, letting him have every last drop.

"You look so good like this," he rubbed the boy's rounded belly. "Once you pop this one out, I'll make sure it's my seed that takes next time and make you swell so nicely."

The stable boy panted, coming down from his own release, "Sir, I'm afraid I don't get your meaning?"

The stable master chuckled heartily. "You really are a dense one aren't you? You've got the prince's spawn growing in that belly of yours." He gave the boy's tummy a pat.

The stable boy sat back in shock, rubbing a hand over his very swollen middle. "I'm pregnant?" He breathed.

"Damn right you are. With more than one possibly judging by how big that tummy of yours is and you said it's only been a few months? I wager in a few more months time you'll be popping the little brats out and then you best make sure my cock is the next one you take until your belly starts to swell again. Got it? Else you'll be out of a job and housing."

The stable boy could only nod, reeling from the overload of information.

"Good. Now get on with your chores. I'm sure the prince won't want to be fucking you tonight in a dirty stall like this one, now will he?" He snorted, gathering up his trousers and leaving the stable boy on the floor, holding his rounded tummy.

That night, the prince fucked him quite well. Twice, in fact. It wasn't even five minutes after his first release inside the boy that he said he just looked too delicious and lovely, all swollen like that, to not fuck twice in one night.

The stable boy wasn't going to complain. He loved feeling a cock so deep inside his growing belly. Since that afternoon of realizing the truth of why his belly had been swelling and becoming round, he'd felt much more at peace in knowing he wasn't gaining strange weight or contracted some illness. But in fact the prince's seed had merely taken root in his fertile womb and was now growing into a baby. That would also explain the strange flutterings and movements he'd felt in just the past week.

Over the next few weeks, the stable boy fell into a pattern with the stable master and the prince. The stable master would fuck him in the wee hours of the morning before anyone was awake and the prince would come for him at night after everyone had gone to sleep. The stable boy was loving every moment.

He loved his rapidly growing belly. It seemed it grew in size each day somehow. Before long, he was waddling around to do his chores, having to support his back with one hand and his gravid belly with the other. When he sat his belly spilled into his lap, covering half of it with his heavy swell.

The stable boy could hardly keep his hands of his swollen tummy, constantly rubbing and soothing the squirming babe or babies inside. If he was being honest, neither could the stable master or the prince.

Whenever the stable master needed something or was nearby, he took every chance possible to pat or grab at his belly. He didn't mind really. Honestly he kind of liked it. Feeling like he was nothing but a good little womb for the both of them, even it was just the prince's babies currently in his belly.

The stable master's promise to fill his belly again once he popped these ones out was proving to become more enticing by the day.

Then one morning, when the stable master was balls deep in the stable boy, they were briefly interrupted by a guest.

"Oh," The voice said. "Interesting."

"The stable master turned abruptly and immediately pulled out of the stable boy, leaving his entrance quivering and weeping. "Your highness! A thousand apologies for the sight. I..erm...I'm punishing the boy for letting himself get knocked up."

The prince crossed his arms and casually leaned against the stall. "Oh don't stop on my account. I can see I've interrupted you. I suppose it was selfish of me to think I was the only one filling his lovely holes."

"Oh...I, well, erm. You are wanting me to continue with his punishment?"

The prince nodded with a sly grin.

"Right now?"

He nodded again wordlessly. "I don't mind sharing. Afterall, he isn't mine alone, now is he?"

The stable master grinned darkly. "No. No I suppose you're right , your highness."

"Just one thing. I'll be joining in my own way." The prince undid his belt, sauntered over in front of the stable boy and tilted his head up.

"Of course your highness."

The stable master re-entered the stable boy with alacrity, pumping with excitement.

The prince grabbed his length, stroked it only twice before it came to full erection and held it in front of the stable boy's gaping mouth. "Now, be a good boy and open a bit wider for me."

The stable boy didn't question nor did he really have the station to do such a thing. He took the prince's length in his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. He resisted the urge to gag, but only at first. Then he became accustomed to the sensation.

He swirled his tongue around his cock, lubricating it with his spit and the pre-cum leaking out from the tip. He stroked the length with his mouth and tongue, taking it entirely, sucking and moving up and down the shaft.

He must have been doing something right when he heard the prince give a lewd moan and sunk his fingers into the curls on the stable boy's head. "Yes. That's it. Keep going."

It proved somewhat difficult to find the right rhythm amidst the stable master's thrusting, but eventually he fell into time. Before long, all three of them were moaning and cumming almost violently. The stable boy swallowed all the prince's spend gladly and at the same time took all of the stable master's seed deep in his already filled belly.

As the prince caught his breath. "Care to switch, dear stable master?"

The older man took a bit longer to find his breath, but when he did, he nodded emphatically. "I would like nothing more, sire."

The prince, now comfortably behind the stable boy, caressed his swollen tummy. "I do hope you won't mind us filling you up a bit extra from now on."

The stable boy could only whine in response, still not quite recovered from his own release, but mentally was more than ready for a second round.

The prince readied his already re-erected cock, as did the stable master, and the stable boy rubbed his swollen belly, prepared for more.

The stable boy had lost count of how long it had been since his belly started swelling, but he was certain that he should have given birth by then. His belly was now burgeoning with life. Constantly moving with the squirming babes in his womb. His daily tasks were now nearly impossible with his massive tummy in the way, but that didn't matter to the stable master.

"You got yourself into this situation, now you get to suffer the consequences."

Obviously he would rather be able to do his tasks without the weight of his belly and the babies deep in his pelvis, but he couldn't get over how much he loved feeling his rounded middle, still growing by the day, and filling him so wonderfully.

It was the middle of a hot summer day when his belly started squeezing painfully. At first he couldn't figure out what was wrong, but the stable master quickly informed him "The little brats are on their way into the world."

However, the stable boy was still not allowed to shirk his duties. According to the stable master, he wasn't allowed to stop his chores until his waters broke, whatever that meant. And so he continued working, breathing through each tightening of his belly, even as each consecutive one was more painful than the last.

Then, as he bent down to grab a pale of feed for the horses, he felt a gush of fluid release from his nethers and spill down his legs.

He waddled all the way back inside the stable, holding his gravid belly. He suddenly felt something pushing deep in his pelvis. He reached down and could feel something hard and curved coming out of his hole. The sensation only grew more painful as it moved further down, threatening to split him in half.

The stable boy staggered into the empty stall, fell onto his hands and knees, and bore down, screaming as he pushed.

"What are you screaming about, boy?" The stable master bellowed, but stopped short, likely when he saw the scene before him. "Ah. So its time then?"

The stable boy pushed several more times, screaming through each one until finally, he felt something release. Another push and the rest followed.

He looked behind him and heard, more so than saw, a squealing, slim and blood covered baby boy, lying in the hay on the floor. He gathered the babe into his arms, holding him against his chest.

However, the reprieve was short lived. Two minutes later the stable boy was pushing out another squealing child and was suddenly holding two of the prince's spawn in his arms.

He thought for sure that was it. Two was a lot as it was, right?

When he felt his stomach contracting one more, a feeling of dread washed over him.

This one somehow felt even larger than the first two. It took nearly half an hour of pushing and screaming before the babes head was exposed.

Then another good several pushes before the babe was fully out and in his arms.

"Three, huh?" The stable master smirked. "You really were made to bred, weren't you?"

The stable boy finally breathed more easily as he held the three babies in his arms, letting two of them suckle on his tender breasts.

"Well then. I'll leave you be for now. Just remember our little promise, alright?" The stable master winked.

The stable boy nodded. "Right."

Even after just pushing out three babies, he was ready to be filled all over again.

Only two months later, his little belly was swollen with the stable master's seed. He wondered how many babies he would have this time...

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Mpreg Brothel

Hello! This is my third time submitting a story so I figured it's time I share a name for myself. You can call me Salty. I'm the author of "The Heir" as well as "The Stable Boy". I also have a blog under the name of Swollenpregnantbellies. 

Anywho, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! 

Fill for request:

Mpreg brothel. Imagine you're a client visiting the brothel for the first time. Dozens of men in various stages of pregnancy are there for you and others to enjoy. You take a particular liking to the newbie: eighteen, shy, naive, and freshly pregnant with his first. You visit over and over again to view his progress. He's embarrassed by your attention, but does not refuse, letting you touch and fuck him. You pay premium to be there for his first, extremely difficult labor, which the brothel is sure to make a show of for you.

The Brooding Fox.

A high end brothel with a very special set of workers for special clientele. It was named that way not because it was dark or dour, no. It got it's name because of what happens to the prostitutes. Named as such because the male prostitutes are fertile and bred quite well. Every single one of them are required to get pregnant within the first few weeks of starting, else they are fired. At least, that was the word on the street.

The first time you went to the Brooding Fox you weren't certain what to expect. However, you were pleasantly surprised by what you found.

A friend had brought you the first time and it was quite the experience. The instant you walked past the threshold you were met with the beautiful sight of dozens of young men all in varying stages of pregnancy. Some had small bellies in their earlier months while others had ripe bellies, rounded and taught. Then there were the ones who looked like they could pop at any minute.

You were shown around and told about the different workers, their prices, and what they offered. The first time you found yourself spending time with a young man around five months pregnant. His belly was wonderful to caress and feel the growing roundness of it.

You discovered very quickly how much you liked feeling his belly as you entered him. It was incredible how hard just looking at all of their swollen bellies made you.

After the first night you went back for more at least once a week, sometimes more than that.

You couldn't get enough of rubbing their growing tummies, feeling the babies squirm around inside their wombs and fucking them until both of you collapsed bonelessly into the bedding. You thought it couldn't get any better than that.

Until one day, it did.

You were about to request one of your regulars when you saw him: a young man, no older than eighteen, sitting off in the corner by himself. At first you thought he might be a client, until the head mistress spoke to him and he very timidly went to attend to an actual client.

That was when you made the connection: he was fresh.

You inquired with the head mistress about him and was told that he was, in fact, eighteen years old and pregnant off the streets. He had just been hired.

You could barely keep your erection in your pants as you watched him from across the open room. He was petite, lithe; practically skin and bones, with a bit of meat on them. You could already imagine his belly outgrowing him within just the first few months. He would be nothing but belly around month four, you wagered.

About half and hour later you found yourself alone in one of the room with the young man. Whilst he still had his clothes on there wasn't a noticeable bump just yet, but that would soon change. You decide to strike up a conversation with the young man.

"So, you're new?" You ask.

He nods wordlessly.

"Is today your first day?"

He shakes his head. "Yesterday was." His voice is meek and has a lovely tenor pitch to it. You think it will sound angelic when he moans.

"And you've already been bred, I hear?"

He looks up, surprised as his face turns red. "Oh. I--um. I'm not sure."

"Oh?" You say.

He doesn't offer a reply.

"Well, isn't it required to be pregnant within the first few weeks of working here or else you get kicked out?" You prompt.

He nods, again giving no verbal answer.

"Well then, how about we make sure that you're nice a bred, shall we? We wouldn't want you getting thrown back out onto the streets now would we?"

"I--um--well," He stammered adorably.

"Excellent," You purr, scooting closer to the boy. You've already snuck your hand underneath his shirt and have begun inching it up his torso. His skin is wonderfully supple and creamy, perfect for bearing a brood.

If he wasn't pregnant already you were definitely going to make certain he was after tonight.

He made no protest when his shirt was taken off, nor when his pants and undergarments were undone and cast aside. He now stood before you in naked glory, showing you everything he had and it was stunning.

His skin was immaculate and his little cock was so cute you couldn't help but oogle it for a few moments. However, what caught your eye was not his lovely neck or chest, but in fact the little belly that just barely jutted out. It wasn't much but if one was looking for it, which you were, it was obvious: he had been bred and from the looks of it quite well.

He couldn't have been more than a few months along, but it was enough that his belly was bloated and at the stage right before becoming rounded. You could hardly contain your erection. So you didn't.

Your cock rose excitedly and sprung forth the instant you freed it from your own pants. You stepped towards the boy and instantly felt all over his body, but specifically his little belly. You savored the feeling because you knew it wouldn't be little for much longer.

"Now, where were we?"

You caressed every part of him and loved how he melted under you touch. Especially how he would let out the tiniest little sounds when you touched his lower tummy. Oh how you ate that up and knew it would only get better as his belly grew.

"Now, you said you're not sure if you got knocked up before coming here?" You asked, rubbing his lower belly again.

He managed a breathless nod.

You were both still upright, something that you wanted to amend soon. "Is that so? Would you like to make sure then?" You murmur in his ear.

He lets out a quiet whimper but nods his head once more.

You don't waste another second. You slide a finger inside his hole. It goes in rather easily and so you add in another.

He gasps in delight as you move your fingers deftly inside of him. His wetness becomes quite evident, as does his enjoyment of what you're doing because his little cock rises to the occasion, leaking just a bit of precum.

Your cock has already been weeping for the last several minutes, but you've held off because you want to save it for him.

You insert a third finger and he is practically bouncing on your hand, gyrating his hips to stimulate more movement.

"My my. Eager aren't we?"

Breaths start to quicken and you can't wait any longer. You pull your fingers out and in the same motion replace them with your cock. He takes you so beautifully and the sound he makes when you do it nothing short of angelic, just as you'd hoped.

You start thrusting with vigor, holding him in place with one hand across his chest and the other placed low on his belly. You can feel your length going deep inside, pushing into his entrance and kissing his cervix. It isn't long before you are both a panting mess, nearing completion. As warmth builds inside you, your thrusts become desperate. You chase that ecstasy and by the gods you finally catch it.

You both cum with heavy moans and you unload every last drop of your seed inside his fertile womb. He slumps against you, enervated from your coupling. You are still holding his little belly as you let the last bit of cum empty inside him. You imagine that it is enough to make his belly more bloated than it already is.

"Now there's no possible way you aren't pregnant now, boy, is there?"

He shakes his head in embarrassment.

You look forward to your weekly visit even more now. So much so that your weekly visits turn into nearly every other day visits.

Weeks of going to the Brooding Fox go by and every night you find yourself spending it with the newcomer. You absolutely relish watching his little tummy swell with life, becoming rounder with each passing week. You love how embarrassed he is by his condition. How much his belly is growing and how large it seems for being only four months pregnant.

He isn't wrong, though. He is only four months along but looks closer to six. You suspect that whomever bred his fertile womb did such a good job that they put at least two babies in his belly. And you couldn't wait to see how big he would get.

The next night you see him he is nearly five months along and his belly has grown beautifully. It has become the most lovely swell you've ever laid eyes on. His hips have started to widen just enough that he'll be able to give birth naturally and his breasts have turned from barely there to nice, little buds on his chest.

When you he finally sits down beside you your hands immediately go to his belly, caressing and rubbing the swollen roundness. You focus your ministrations low, which elicit the most exquisite sounds from him.

"You like being touched like this don't you?" You croon, continuing to rub his firm swell. "You like knowing your womb has been bred so nicely and you're growing more with every day?"

He nods, already breathless and melting in your arms.

"You want me to fill your belly even more?" You ask.

This has become a recurring conversation between the two of you, usually at the beginning of your sessions. But without fail it does wonders for both of you and often leads to him being bent over and with your cock buried inside him, shooting ropes of cum into his already occupied, but very fertile womb.

Just before you finish, you lean in and whisper: "Once you push this one out I'll make sure your belly is filled with my babies next."

Without fail that phrase brings both of you to the edge. It's quite obvious that despite his embarrassment, the boy rather enjoys having his belly filled to the brim and swollen with babies.

"I'll make sure to put at least three babies in that tummy of yours when the time comes." You add after cumming buckets inside him. Just saying it is often enough to bring your member to full hardness and make the poor boy wet all over again.

Two more months of this pass and he is absolutely glowing. His belly has started to turn into a nice teardrop shape, hanging low on his small frame. His hips have only slightly widened in the past few weeks which only serves to accentuate his gravid, rounded middle. You love rubbing his belly even more now that it's so tight and swollen, yet somehow larger each time you see it. He seems to love it just as much, you caressing his overtaxed and growing tummy.

When he sits now his belly spills into his lap, covering nearly half of it. Your length grows hard thinking about how much larger he will get in the final weeks of his pregnancy.

As time grows near for the birth, you go to the head mistress with a request. You wanted to watch the birth and were willing to pay extra to see it. Naturally, she agreed, seeing no issue in this, especially if you were willing to pay an additional fee up front.

Then, soon enough, the time came.

It miraculously happened during one of your fuck sessions with him, pounding him from behind, holding his incredibly swollen belly and filling him entirely. However when you pulled out, there was a gush of fluid that came with you and a groan from the boy, who clutched at his poor tummy.

"I suppose it's time for the little ones to join the world." You smile with a dark grin as the boy's face scrunches in pain with a contraction.

Several hours pass with his belly tightening and his face contorting in agony as he prepares to push. You rub his overtaxed tummy in a soothing manner, speaking in soft tones to him.

"Don't worry, it'll all be over soon." You say, though secretly hoping it takes much longer. You don't want this to go too quickly. You wanted to savor every moment of this. After all, it would be at least a few weeks before you'd be able to pump him full of cum and breed that little belly of his again.

He cries out in pain, pushing with all his might many times over before one of the midwives announces the head is out. Once this happens you've been asked to move to the side, which you oblige. At this point your cock is at near full mast in your trousers and needs attention immediately.

As the boy bears down with another contraction, you reach inside and begin stroking your length slowly, not wanting to cum too quickly. However this proves difficult at you watch his belly tighten again, the skin rippling across as he pushes hard one last time and the room is suddenly filled with a shrill cry of new lungs.

"It's a boy." The midwife says. "We will clean him off while you rest. There is still another in there!" She says with urgency.

"Wait...another?" The exhausted you man says with defeat. You spurt cum in your pants hearing that your theory was right. He really was meant to be bred if he was having twins on the first go.

"Yes, another. Be ready to push again soon."

As the boy slumps bonelessly against the cushion, your cock is already twitching, eager for the next babe to be pushed out.

Before long the young man is breathlessly pushing, his entrance straining against the babe's head.

"I think--" He pants. "I think it's stuck!"

"I know, I know. But you must keep pushing!" The midwife urges. Your length is hard as a rock in your hand again and you stroke it excitedly, hearing that the second baby seems to be larger than the first. It wasn't surprising given how round his belly had been since the beginning.

"That's it, keep pushing! Another!"

He screamed, echoing down the corridors and into the night air. With one last push the head popped out, leaving him enervated on the floor.

"I need to change positions." He says breathlessly, before shifting to his hands and knees.

You could hardly believe your eyes and neither could your cock. He was now bent into the position in which you consistently fucked him raw. It was almost too good to be true, yet there he was; pushing out a second baby like an animal in heat. Your cock leaked precum all over your hand, but you held out just a bit longer.

He grunted and groaned loudly as he bore down again, pushing with all his strength. You pumped up and down your shaft, grunting and groaning in your own way, just much more quietly. His belly tightened and he screamed, then suddenly the second baby was out and you were cumming for the second time in almost as many minutes.

"It's a girl!" Said the midwife, before taking the baby away to be cleaned.

You relax against the wall, watching as your favorite conquest collapses to the floor, entirely spent and practically asleep. You decide it is time to take your leave.

You clean yourself up and before stepping out you go over to the barely conscious young man and say just loud enough for only him to hear: "I'll be back in a few weeks to fill that belly of yours all over again. Don't worry. I'll make sure you're never out of a job while you're here."

He gives the barest of mumbled responses as you step away and disappear into the night.

Six weeks later, true to your word, you are pounding him from behind for the fifth time that night. His little belly round and filled to the brim with your seed. You just know it's already taking root in his fertile womb. It wouldn't be long before his tummy began to swell with young and this time, it would be you that claimed his womb.

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Surrogate Triplets

You've been having mild contractions since the early hours of the morning. They've been sporadic, fairly weak and fairly quick, but they've been getting more regular. In the last hour you've had two proper contractions, each lasting a good 20 seconds. You smile. You were scheduled to be induced in 3 days time, but I guess these guys don't want to wait. You pull out your phone to ring the babies' parents. They don't answer so you leave a voicemail.

"Hi Alex and Jason. It's time! Guess your kids are getting impatient. No need to rush over, I reckon we've got at least another 8 hours before they make an appearance. I've been having random contractions all morning but they're starting to get more regular and structured. See you soon!"

Alex and Jason have been your friends for years. You met at your queer choir and it turns out you have tonnes in common. You were flattered when they asked you to be their surrogate, and then nervous when they said how many embryos they were implanting. They implanted 4 in the end, 2 fertilised by Alex, 2 by Jason. The doctor said they expected only 1 or 2 to embed, but now you've got 3 little humans growing inside you.

You've taken medical leave from work, and have been off since your 34th week. You're now at week 37 and huge. Your breasts are heavy and tender, your stomach hangs low, and you waddle around like a constipated penguin. You haven't seen your feet in months but are sure they're swollen. Your induction was scheduled for 37.5 weeks, and your cesarean for 37.6, just incase. Most triplets are delivered by cesarean but you wanted to try and birth them vaginally.

The contractions are getting more regular and their dads haven't arrived yet. They're coming every 15 minutes and lasting close to 45 seconds now. You hop in the shower to relive some of the pressure that's growing in your body.

You let the water wash over you as you rub your giant belly. Beneath your hands it tightens. You gasp. It tightens further and you have to steady yourself on the shower walls. You feel something release beneath you. Your waters have broken and are washed away by the shower. Oh. This is really happening now.

You carefully remove yourself from the shower and towel off, waddling to your bedroom. You grab a maternity bra, a loose long dress, and a hoodie. You don't bother with underwear, something says you'll need access to your vagina rather soon.

You waddle down to the kitchen to call Alex and Jason again. The contractions are getting more intense. They're every 10 minutes and lasting over a minute each. You have to stop on the stairs to catch your breath. A slight moan catches in your throat but you stop it. You've committed to a silent birth. You promised yourself you wouldn't be one of those women screaming their way through delivery. You could take the pain.

To your surprise, Alex and Jason are already in the kitchen. You gave them a spare key months ago- guess they arrived while you were in the shower. You exchanged quick greetings before explaining that your waters have broken. A plan is made. Once either the contractions reach 90 seconds, or are 7 minutes apart, you'll head to the hospital. The hallway already has the two suitcases ready to go- one for you, one for the children. Alex brews you tea as Jason pulls out his camera.

"I want the children to know how they came into this world. I want to have the entire thing on film. Is that okay?"

You pause. Maybe it's okay? Or maybe you don't want video proof of your weakness as you scream, of your vagina stretching.

"Sure. Just keep it tasteful I guess!" You joke it off. Another contraction grips your belly. A vice is clenching around your midriff. You close your eyes and focus on keeping your breath steady. When you open them, Alex is staring at you, Jason is filming.

"How are you doing that?!" Alex is shocked. "Your belly is huge and yet it got so small and so twisted and.. How?!"

You smile. You're going to be the most impressive surrogate these guys have ever seen. As the contraction begins to ebb, you turn to the camera.

"Hi kids! It's your aunty Kate here. Your dads wanted us to record today's events so one day you could see how you all came into the world." You rub your belly. "Here you all are, all snuggled close, and desperate to get out! We weren't expecting to see you for a couple more days but I guess you wanted to make an entrance!"

Jason turns the camera back to himself and Alex and they chat a little to their unborn children. With all the excitement over the camera, you'd forgotten to time the last contraction, and maybe the one before that? All you knew is that another one was building and you felt so heavy. A heaviness that sat over your vagina and buried onto your butt. You try and work out how much time has passed. Maybe 20 minutes? 15? And 3 full lots of contractions? You need to go.

"Erm. Guys?" Alex and Jason are caught in their own world. "Guys!!" Their eyes snap up. "I think we need to go to the hospital now. Right now."

Alex rushes over to you, placing one hand on your tight belly. "Are you sure? The contractions are closer aren't they?!" You nod in agreement. This one has been lasting well over a minute and hurts more than you expected. Suddenly it releases and you're overwhelmed with the urge to urinate. You sigh heavily.

"I need to pee. So so badly. Let me use the bathroom and then we can leave. Jason, can you get the car ready? I'll be right out." Jason thrust the camera at Alex, then rushed out the door. Then back in to collect the suitcases, then out again.

You waddle to the bathroom and sit on the toilet. Oh god. You need to poo so so badly. You push a little. This feels wrong. There's a burning begining at your vagina. You reach down and are horrified to feel something solid. A wet, hairy little head. Oh no. You shout for Alex and he comes rushing in.

"Something's coming out of me!!" You try not to scream but the panic in your voice is obvious. You stand, leaning against the sink as another contraction tears into you. Your abdomen is so tight and rigid. Your back aches. Your vagina burns.

Alex swore more than once as he looked under your dress. Sure enough there was the sliver of a little head. He came up behind you and took your weight. Together you crab walk to the kitchen where there it more space. He supports your bodyweight as you squat down. The contractions feel near constant, barreling into one another. You hold your breath as you bare down. Determined not to make a sound. You hold the push as long as you can before you gulp in more air. You're sure Alex is saying something but you can't focus on anything but the bowling ball that's being forced out of your vagina at snail like speed. Every time you release your push, the little head slips back into you. Seemingly stuck in a constant loop.

Jason must have guessed something was wrong when no one came out of the house. He came back inside to find his husband clutching a sweaty pregnant woman who's vagina was on full view and nesting full stretch. He held back the vomit that was rising within him. He rang for an ambulance and explained that the surrogate mother of his triplets was currently crowning in her kitchen. He grabbed the camera off the side and set it up on the floor Infront of you. He helped Alex tuck your dress under your breasts, exposing your entire bump which was hard as a rock.

You pushed down again. The burning only getting worse as Jason attempted to aid in the crown. And then promptly fainting. You let out a slight moan, as the baby reaches a full crown, then pant as you squeeze out the rest of the head. You've got a second to catch your breath now before the shoulders rip you open. You reach your hands down to feel for a cord around the baby's neck. All clear. Phew. You touch their tiny features and are amazed by what is currently exiting your body. What a little miracle. The majesty of the situation is broken when the next contraction hits. You push and gasp as the shoulders attempt to crown. No such luck. You push again and again and again. The baby remains tightly wedged inside of you. You close your eyes and bare down even harder. Something moves. And you feel something different too. Like their are hands pushing around your vagina? You open your eyes to see two paramedics. One looking after the now conscious Jason, and the other at your vagina. He's telling you to push again as he gently rotates the baby stuck inside you. You push as he pulls. There's a rush of liquid and limbs as the first baby is born. A little girl!

You catch your breath and look around at your friend's, their daughter, and the two paramedics looking after you all. Grateful doesn't begin to describe it. Thank goodness it's over.

Another contraction grabs your attention. Aw crap. You'd forgotten about the other residents of your womb. You begin pushing again and the paramedic pulls out the slimy organs from inside you. Just the placenta. We've still got time to get to the hospital before the rest of the babies come.

The paramedics bundle you, Alex, and the baby into the ambulance, while Jason follows up the rear in a car. Your contractions have started again, but they seem to have begun in the middle. They're strong and fast. You're already exhausted and try to close your eyes as your stomach pulsates, twists, and turns. Then wetness. Your water must have broken. Three fraternal triplets. Three amniotic sacs. Three placentas. Three entire humans to push out. As the pain builds you regret not requesting an earlier cesarean and having these humans out of you already. The paramedic has lifted your knees and dropped them out to the side of the bed, pushing your feet towards your bottom. While your dress and a thin blanket are covering most of you, you know your vagina is on show. Not that anyone but the paramedic is looking. Alex is too busy gazing into the eyes of his daughter. The paramedic sticks his fingers inside you and nods. He proves a little deeper and frowns. He withdraws then re-enters and frowns again.

"What's wrong?" You know another contraction is about to begin but you want an answer first.

"I'm feeling your baby's bottom".

Oh come on. This was supposed to be a simple birth of one maybe two babies. That's what you thought you agreed to when you became their surrogate. Not three babies. Not a breech in the back of an ambulance.

Another contraction begins and you start to cry. You're exhausted already and the pain keeps coming. You can feel the baby moving down your birth canal. The burning has already begun and your vagina is barely stretched. You keep your eyes screwed shut as you cradle your belly, only opening them when you hear new voices.

You've arrived at the hospital. Thank goodness. They rush you up to the birthing suite and help as you awkwardly transfer yourself from the ambulance gurney to the delivery bed. You're hooked up to machines and have a whole team of professionals swarming around you. In the corner, Alex and Jason are stood with their newborn and the paediatrician. Both are beaming. Maybe this is worth it.

You gasp as the cold ultrasound jelly hits your hot belly. And gasp again as the probe pushes into you. It seems baby number two is complete breech but is already in the birth canal so vaginal is the only way to go. Baby number 3 is transverse and up under your ribs. They seem to be descending but it might take a little while longer. All the monitoring says that both babies are healthy as they are. You still want them out as fast as possible.

Another contraction. Another push. Hand are pushing on your abdomen, another set pulling open your labia, a third set holding back your legs. All you can do is breathe and push and grunt. It took all your power not to scream as the pain became blinding. You are stretched beyond your limit as the baby's feet and hips come out. You tear. Only slightly but it's enough for the baby to spill out of you. All that's left is the shoulders and the head. You push down again. A hand enters your vagina and you squeal, pulling back from the intrusion. One of the doctors tells you to calm down and push again. You bare down so hard your vision blackens at the edges. You push out the baby as the hand inside you pulls them out. Then sweet relief. You briefly black out. When you come too, the doctor has removed the second placenta and the new dads are cooing at their baby son.

Two down. One to go.

They apply the ultrasound wand again, pushing down into your rapidly emptying bump. Baby number 3 is still in an odd position more transverse than they should be. The contractions have begun again, but you're almost immune to them at this point. You ache all over. Your vagina is battered and bruised. It tingles as the air hits it. There's commotion beside you. Someone moves the monitor on your belly, someone else adds the probe again. Something's wrong.

"Your third baby is showing signs of distress. They're having runs of decels, we think they are compressing their own umbilical cord. Plus their positioning is poor and they are significantly larger than we would have expected. They're more sideways than they should be, so we are going to attempt to rotate them externally by me pushing on your stomach and moving him round, and then we have two options: an instrumental vaginal birth where I will break your waters and then use forceps or a vacuum to pull them out while you push, or a cesarean delivery."

Oh god. A caesarean. Just do a caesarean.

Hands push down on your belly, rotating the baby. You squirm underneath the pressure. Another contraction hits and the hand removed themselves you pant, trying not to push as you feel the baby be squeezed down. The ultrasound wand is back on. The doctor looks pleased, then concerned.

"The good news is that the baby has rotated nicely and their vitals have stabilised. The bad news is that they've moved quite far down into your birth canal. At this point, we can't really do a caesarean. I'm afraid this one is going to have to be vaginal too."

You let out a sob as another contraction hits you. You've been in labour for 18 hours now. You delivered the first baby 6 hours ago and have barely made a peep. You've kept quiet as fingers proved you, as hands entered you, as babies exited you. You've cooperated with every test and intervention and helped Alex and Jason have their perfect birth video but now it's too much. You can't.

Another contraction comes, and another. They're near constant but you can't find the strength to push. The pain and exhaustion are too much for you. You let out a cry as someone pops your waters. The doctors are trying to get your attention but you're overwhelmed. Finally Alex gets in your face.

"Please. One last baby. One last push. Please."

You draw on every last drop you have and pull your knees back as high as they will go. You bare down and scream as your labia is opened by your stretching vagina. You scream and grunt and push but the baby doesn't move. Someone is pushing on your abdomen, there are hands inside you but no movement. You let out an exasperated yell. The doctor says he's going to help you. Something cold is injected into your stretched vagina. Then a sharp pain. He's cut something. Then you can hear equipment being fitted. Something is attached to the baby's head. They shout at you to push again, so you do. Blinding pain. You scream so loud your voice cracks. Your vision is turning white. The baby is being pulled out of you with a vacuum through your artificially widened vagina. The baby has only half crowned, so the voices instruct you to push again. You push harder than ever and scream. Blood is rushing round your head. The pain is excruciating. You are being ripped apart, split open. You can't hear or see. All you know is pain. Then nothing. The baby is pulled out of you. You've done it. You've birthed three babies. Alex and Jason now have two daughters and a son. Baby 1, Sophia was 5 pounds 3 ounces, Baby 2, Luke, was 5 pounds 1 ounce, and Baby 3, "little" Martha was 8 pounds 9 ounces.

Maybe you'll do this again... Your belly does feel empty now...

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a scrap idea about a prince or whatever and he ends up in an arranged marriage with a knight from one of the fa/rie courts and is totally unprepared for how…..agressive fa/rie children are

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also, i never post fpreg here, but i like this one too much not to share it rn

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Well, someone went and pissed off the local bandits, and now they're about to find out if the rumors about how fast monster offspring can grow are true.

Super lazy progression I thought of while I was sleepy. Idk what's going on in the last panel. Contractions? First movement? An egg hatching perhaps? *ERB announcer voice* You decide!

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So, @luckymoonly made a request to see Mu Qing pregnant as a lil pre-birthday treat, as one does. And I have delivered, as I do.

Happy Early Birthday!

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I had this silly idea were fig produced way to much mana, and in return he ends up packed full of mana egg, enough to make him unable to fly and slow him down of course

Many sorcerers take advantage of this, fairy eggs/pearls would be highly sought after for their concentrated mana power!

Some fairy egg thoughts below:

Because of their mana content, fairy eggs would be an extremely powerful ingredient for spells/potions/general magic use, and have a huge market. They can be obtained by collecting the discarded unfertilized eggs from wild fairies, or some may "farm" them by providing a flock of fairies a home/shelter with food and protection in exchange for their eggs.

The bigger the egg the better, naturaly grown eggs usually grow to be about half and inch or so, but it's possible to force an egg to grow bigger using illegal methods. Farms that sell larger eggs on the black market will force fairies to grow eggs that get one or two inches big by restraining them and keeping them from giving birth until their eggs are large enough. This method is dangerous and extremely painful for the fairy, which is why it's illegal to farm eggs this way, but their value is worth many times more than a naturally grown egg.

Fairy eggs can also be made into jewellery, hence why they're also known as fairy pearls. Fairy pearl jewellery enhances the power of the wearer, and can be used to either boost their abilities and act as an extra reserve of mana.

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ZIRA'S EGG DRIVE

Uncensored version on my Twitter.

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A Legends Baby

Birthedstars

“Ash, dude…You had to have been high or something,” Liam looked at Ash skeptically.

“I'm telling you, it was Bigfoot. The guy had to be almost eight feet tall, hung like a horse by the way, and had feet big as a Hobbits,” Ash threw up his hands for example.

“You expecting me to believe Bigfoot piped you on the ski trip AND no one else seemed to notice? No fucking shot,” Liam rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well, it happened. What? Did you want me to take a selfie while he was fucking me?

“Yes. If it was THE Bigfoot, I would have!”

Ash crossed his arms and went back to his room. “Fine, don’t believe me.”

~3 months later~

“Fuck, why am I gaining so much weight,” Ash struggled to button his pants.

Over the past few weeks Ash had been gaining weight. Particularly around his lower abdomen. His belly button has gotten slightly shallower.

Ash suddenly felt nauseous. In an instant he's bent over the toilet bowl, hurling last night's burrito into the water.

Liam dropped a pregnancy test on the table.

Ash blinked.

“I'm not pregnant,” Ash said.

“Oh, so you took a test already?” Liam cocked an eyebrow.

“No…”

“Uh huh. You're Bigfoot’s or some super lumberjacks baby daddy, I'm telling you,” Liam said.

“So you believe me now?” Ash laughed and shook his head. “Bigfoot is not even the same species as us, He couldn't get any regular human pregnant.”

Liam shrugged and walked out the bathroom. “Fine, remember me when you get a deal for ‘I didn't know I was pregnant’ episode.”

~7 months later~

Ash closed his apartment door and nearly fell to his knees. So much pain, so much pressure, drowned him as soon as he got away from prying eyes. He clung to the wall, face scrunched and sweat on His brow. Ash's gait was wide as if he was preparing to squat.

For the past few hours, the pressure and routine tightening of his belly had gotten so much worse than the days prior. Brief discomfort has become aggravating pain. The work day had been bad enough with all of the comments about his appearance and the sweltering summer heat.

He tossed off his sweatshirt to reveal the cause of his pain.

His stomach was huge, round, and taut. His belly button disappeared into the skin of it, replaced by stretch marks only slightly hidden by hair. It hung low, only being cradled by his palm. The waistband of his drenched sweat pants curved dramatically beneath it. He stumbled forward into the apartment, his gait wide and waddle slow.

“Fuck, this can't be real. Please no,” Ash grunted and held his tightening belly. “Just need to rest…”

He still denied the obvious conclusion, even after 7 months. There was no way, despite contractions, huge belly, and fluid as evidence.

At least the apartment was empty, so he could save some dignity. Liam was away on a vacation out of state. No help or snarky commentary from him was going to come.

Ash gripped the frame of his bedroom door. His mouth and eyes widened as a heavy weight dropped into the cradle of his open cervix. Something was dropping into his pussy. His eyes widened as he realized the shape of it was round, hard. He wanted to just get to his bed, lie on his back, and close his legs tight.

A strong contraction crashed into him in response to that thought. Ash cried out, digging his nails into the door frame. His stomach twisted. The instinct to bear down overwhelmed him. The huge object surged forward as he pushed unconsciously. It took everything in his power not to fall to his knees.

His vagina quickly filled tightly with what he was creating for weeks. Ash's toes curled in his shoes in pain. He couldn't walk to his bed with his hips so splayed out.

Ash's pussy bulged around the solid round object. The burn nearly drove him to tears, but then the contraction stopped. He dry heaved and looked down at the pool of fluid dripping from the bowled out crotch of his sweats.

The same pussy Bigfoot had cum in 10 months ago was now spread wide and bulging through his sweatpants. Ash trembled as he slowly accepted the truth he'd been denying.

Ash untied the drawstring and allowed his pants to fall to his ankles. He reached over his belly, towards his crotch, knowing and fearing exactly what he'd find. His fingers immediately felt the wet, hairy head of a baby between his fingers.

Ash clasped his other hand over his mouth as he felt the huge head spreading his pussy under his palm. His whole body trembled in disbelief.

He should have listened to Liam. He was pregnant and giving birth. His stomach and back seized, sending Ash into another chorus of crying. His pussy spread wide into a painful circle around the hair head.

“Fucking! Get out!” Ash screamed as he slid further down the doorway into a squat. His belly, hung between his thighs, seized in on itself. The pressure and power behind his push drove the baby forward and spurts of fluid gushing out onto the wood floor.

His body lurched as the head and shoulders rocketed out of his pussy with a rough gush of fluid.

He gasped in relief, but continued to push regardless. The body didn't budge and offered Ash nothing but a severe pain in his cervix.

Ash stood up painfully with a deep ragged breath, head and shoulders between his thighs. Why didn't he just fucking listen to Liam. He just had to have Bigfoot's cock, couldn't just snap a fuzzy pic of him and run like normal people.

Another contraction came, he pushed. Nothing happened. No matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't get the baby to descend any lower. Something was stopping the baby from moving lower. The pain was already infuriating.

Desperate, Ash carefully wrapped his hands around the body. His belly began tightening and his back started to lock up. With an almighty roar, Ash pushed and pulled. His body twisted, the muscles in his body rippled as whatever was making the baby stuck started to give. Ash could feel something big come out of his cervix and into his canal. He bit his lip, tugging Bigfoot's baby out of his pussy centimeter by centimeter.

“Fucking hell!” He screamed out.

He threw his head back as his pussy rapidly spread apart . The burn hit him hard and then left as quickly as it came. Ash's body finally released its grip on the baby, his stomach deflating instantly as his child slid out of him. Ash's legs gave out beneath him, leaving him to fall against the wall.

Ash tiredly stared down at the heavy baby in his hands. It had his dark black hair as a mane on its head. But what really caught Ash's attention were what was at the end of the kids legs. The hairy, already crying baby had larger than normal feet. Because of course it did. This is Bigfoot's Kid after all.

“Never fucking without a pill again…” Ash murmured, slumped against the wall.

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