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A reincarnation spell gone wrong, so now not only are you in a new body, but you're also knocked up with a child who's parents are the old you and your current you.

✨️An orc barbarian reincarnated as a half-elf, so not only do they have to get used to their rage feeling so different in such a diminutive form, but now they also have to adjust to waddling around with a big half orc baby. They're not even halfway done and they look full term already.

✨️A halfling reincarnated into the body of a goblin. They'd hoped they'd be in a taller body, but it's not too much of an adjustment. That is until they discover they're pregnant. And goblins carry litters.

✨️A dwarf already disappointed to be in the body of a human, further disappointed by how quickly their belly starts to show and how much it's yet to grow. Still, the weight and heft of the little one in their womb sometimes feels like a comfort in such a lighter body, maybe it won't be so bad after all.

✨️A gnome elated to be reincarnated into the body of a dragon-born, theyd been reveling in becoming taller than almost everyone they knew practically overnight, even if it did involve dying and being brought back by a student cleric who needed extra credit first. They assumed the slight bloating in their belly was part of their new body, but they've just discovered they're pregnant with half gnome and half dragon-born kids and no one can tell them whether they're carrying babies or eggs.

✨️A kenku now reborn into a tiefling, reveling in finally having a voice they can call their own, even if it comes with the unfortunate side effect of pregnancy. They don't mind it so much, in fact, they're quite enjoying the glow of their gently swelling bump. That is until they feel movement from inside their belly, and they realize they're not carrying eggs.

(Feel free to add more!)

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What if I wielded an icy pristine sliver of the moon as cold and unfeeling as the night itself and you wielded a bloody gore-covered mess imbued with a blasphemous flame with small patches of brilliant gold just visible beneath the viscera. And we were both boys. And also my sword is bigger than yours which could mean nothing

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Anyway being sexy again. One thing that's always struck me about that elding game is that prophets are using spells from...quite a few different higher powers, most of which are rather at odds with each other.

Imagining a cleric ending up with overlapping womb tattoos, one for every school of magic he borrows from...all of them staking a claim on him in turn.

at some point, it's time to pay the piper, and the prophet finds himself swelling out and burdened with at least a dozen different offspring, bursting out of his clothes, tits rapidly swelling with milk to feed the brood that's now inside him.

Stumbling and falling under the weight, he ends up on his back, hardly able to breathe as he's pinned by the bulk of his stomach. The occupants squirm and shift painfully beneath the surface, almost as if they're fighting each other inside.

On the outside, he feels dozens of phantom hands touching all over his body, a bulk of them rubbing and poking and prodding at the sore and stretched out skin

Sure would be a shame if a pack of knights came across him like that, wouldn't it?

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Perma Preg is canon in Elden Ring: Nightreign, and I am not making this up.

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i hate when kink blogs do this. do they think it makes it hotter. i feel like i'm playing a mystery vn with this kinda shit

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Tbh I do have a fantasy of becoming Elden Lord, and The Greater Will wants us to have more demigod children, but Mar///ika's body is still far too damaged to carry them herself, so I end up carrying them and growing huge with our demigod offspring. I'm just enjoying being pampered instead of fighting for my life, and Mar///ika finds out she's really into someone else being pregnant for once. And B//oq gets practice sewing pregnancy clothes fit for a Lord.

And poor Tor//rent's back tho! Thank goodness he's a spirit and not a regular horse lol. Especially if you're the only one who can get pregnant and you've been blessed/cursed to be super fertile. Imagine after getting bred by almost the entire Lands///Between, you get on Tor///rent to save you the exhaustion of walking, but still end up out of breath after a quick gallop because of how much it jostles your overburdened womb. It would also make the Abyssal Woods scarier, because imagine getting so far along and so big that you should probably be on bed rest, but at least you have your magical horse to help you get around! But now you've entered this spooky forest, and your spirit horse is too scared to help you, and you have to sneak around as if you haven't grown to the size of a blimp. And now you're getting these intense cramps that you hope aren't early contractions, but there's not much hope to be found in these woods. Oh look, at least you found shelter in a nice, if run-down, mansion. Maybe there's a nice comfy room for you to ride out the contractions in (since you can't give birth until the runes are fixed after all), despite what the spooky spirit near the door says.

2 super pregnant knights, sleeping back to back like cats do when they trust each other, send tweet.

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Drew this before my laptop died and it's been just sitting in the drafts, but uh, something something it eventually becomes really obvious when an elf lied and did not, in fact, get knocked up by another elf something something.

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Praying for a sequel of the main street story where the monster comes back to take the reader away to his lair <3

I think some monster may have came and possessed me as I wrote this, but unfortunately they didn't leave me nearly as full :(

Original Post

You'd heard walking was good for inducing labor. At least that was the excuse you told yourself as you waddled through Main Street again. You'd had that strange daydream over 9 months ago in just about the same area. It had all felt so real, the intoxicating smell of the shadowy figure, the brick wall behind your back, the figure’s claws digging into your thighs as they pinned you against the well, the eggs spreading you wider than you'd ever been as you birthed them one by one. You shivered in anticipation at the memory, and rub the gravid swell of your belly, as you remind yourself that shadow monsters aren't real, they couldn't be. It was just a… baby fever induced horny daydream on your walk to get dinner.

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That night you'd stumbled down Main Street, feeling empty, but not from hunger, it was… different. You hadn’t been able to place your finger on it, not until you'd made yourself stop somewhere to eat. Despite the fact that you were no longer hungry, the thought that you needed to nourish yourself for the baby sprung into your mind. You barely managed to stifle your moan by quickly biting into your meal. But the thought stayed, you should be eating for two. You WANT to be eating for two. And it suddenly clicked why you were feeling so empty, why you'd imagined, and surely just imagined, that fantasy about being bred and giving birth in a dirty alleyway. You had a terminal case of baby fever, and you desperately needed to find someone to cure it.

You wolfed down the rest of your food, but not before treating yourself to dessert. You were going to be eating for two soon after all, maybe more even, might as well get an early start! From there, it was late enough to hit the clubs, and even though you weren't dressed for a night out (you'd plan on spending the night in after dinner), you had no problem finding plenty of people willing to fuck you raw. Multiple times that night you'd found yourself pushed up against the wall, just like your daydream, your legs wrapped around a new stranger as they pumped in and out of you. Every time, your hungry womb never spilled a drop of their seed, even as you could feel your belly begin to bloat a little from all the cum.

When you woke up the next morning, you placed a hand at the base of your belly and sighed in contentment. That pervasive feeling of emptiness was gone, and you knew your intense baby fever had been sated. You didn't even bother taking a pregnancy test, that's how sure you were. And it didn't take very long for you to be proven right, the curve of your belly growing steeper and steeper by the day. Some of your friends and family were disappointed that you didn't even know the name(s) of the baby's other parent, but you couldn't care less. You were too busy basking in the glow of your pregnancy to care what they thought. You didn't feel the need to go to a doctor, but your family was concerned about how fast you were growing, and convinced you to go. You cried with joy as the doctor showed you your triplets on the ultrasound. You savored every moment of your pregnancy, unexpectedly feeling more confident and hot than you ever had before you'd gotten knocked up. And from the way strangers were coming on to you, gladly helping you with the increasingly needy heat between your legs, boasting that they were going to put yet another baby in your belly, it was pretty clear the rest of the world felt the same.

The doctor put you on bed rest for most of the 3rd trimester, citing concerns for early labor. You didn't agree that it was a concern, but you weren't going to say no to laying in bed and enjoying your fertile body all day long. And by 9 months, it was clear that you had been right not to be concerned. In fact, your belly hadn't dropped for another 3 weeks. The doctor tried to convince you to induce labor, but you'd refused. You wanted your babies to come on their own time. However, you'd been getting a bit restless, the cramps in your back and belly growing more regular and intense, and the babies were so low on your hips, the pressure in your belly and hips growing more immense by the second. Which is how you found yourself walking down Main Street again, rubbing your belly and feeling the lazy kicks of your babies, as the rhythm of your walking lulled them to sleep.

Well, you weren't so much as walking as swaying back and forth on your feet in a way that slowly moved you forward. The strongest cramp you'd felt yet took over you, and you gasped in shock and grabbed at the back of a nearby bench. Thankfully, it was late and in the darkness, the street had pretty much cleared out, so no one could see or hear you swaying your hips and quietly moaning through the contraction. As you leaned against the street bench, you couldn't help but marvel at how low and heavy your belly hung, even with your muscles doing your best to tighten and contract around your gravid womb. And not only your belly hung heavy, you couldn't help but think that your breasts looked ready to be milked like a cow, even through the comfy t-shirt you'd worn on your walk. You briefly wondered if it was too late to find someone to fuck you into labor, just like that, with you leaning over while they pounded into you from behind, your tits slapping against your belly and your contracting belly slapping against your thighs. That thought doesn't go far before you smell something amazing. As the contraction began to ebb, you couldn't quite place why the scent was so familiar, at least until you felt hands ghost along your widened hips and give an appreciative squeeze. Your eyes open wide in shock, as you realize that daydream hadn't been a daydream at all. Your moan is no longer from pain, as you feel something long and hard rub against your most sensitive spots through your sweatpants.

“Take me with you next time.” You whine before you even realize the words are escaping your mouth. The hands beginning to knead at the sides of your lower back still.

“I… can't… You… have to…find… me.” The shadowy figure whispers in your ear, their voice otherworldly and raspy, as they seemed to struggle to speak.

“H-how?” You ask, as you arch your back and try to grind your hips back against the shadowy creature behind you.

“In… the shadow… realm…” They sigh, their voice growing weaker, the grip on your hips weakening as if they were beginning to fade from existence. You look behind you in panic, and can barely see the outline of the same shadowy monster that brought you to unthinkable heights of pleasure and sent you into an intense heat. Behind them, you see an alleyway, but the shadows stretch and yawn unnaturally, darker than the rest of the dark evening shadows spreading across the street.

“I'll be… waiting… on… my throne…” They whisper as smugly as they can into your ear, and disappear entirely from the mortal plane. You whine in frustration and need, the heat between your legs suddenly almost as unbearable as the growing pressure in your belly. You look back again at the alley behind you, although the more you look at it, you can't ever remember there being an alley there before. And the way the shadows block out even the street lights and store front lights filtering through the rest of the shadows on the street should tell your instincts to stay far far away. But instead, you place a hand on the small of your back and groan from the effort of standing straight again, all the weight of your belly settling back on your hips, and begin to slowly waddle your way into the shadows so dark you can't even see the end of the alley.

You can barely make out the looming walls on either side of you, and eventually you can make out what seems to be the end of the alley, close enough you would have jammed your belly right into the brick obstacle had you not stopped just in time. Blinking, you notice the alleyway opens up to the side, a turn you couldn't see until you thought you'd hit a dead end. You don't make it far down the new alley, when you're hit with a new contraction. Longer and more intense than the last one, you moan through it, uncaring if anyone can hear you, as you lean against the wall and sway your hips again as it works its way through your core.

As it fades away again, slower this time, you notice the stone underneath your hand doesn't feel like brick anymore. And when you squint your eyes and study the path ahead of you, it looks less like you're in an alleyway between brick buildings, but in the hallway of a dungeon made of ancient black stone. When you briefly look behind you, you can't even see the way you've come. You have no doubt at this point that even if you wanted to turn around, it would be almost impossible. But you have no desire to turn around now. So one hand on your back, the other soothing the kicking babies hanging so low and heavy on your hips, you continue your journey, deeper into the realms of shadow.

At some points you feel the path move into an incline or a decline, you waddle your way through turn after turn, both subtle and sudden. You startle when you reach out to lean against the wall as another contraction wracks your body, to find the stone wall has been replaced by foliage. It takes even longer for the contraction to fade this time. Unable to get much support from the plant life, you find yourself in a deep squat, having to resist the urge to get on your hands and knees and rock back and forth, for fear you wouldn't be able to get back up again. As the contraction slowly fades, you squint again to try and get a look at your new surroundings. It seems you've exited the dark stone halls and entered into what seems to be a hedge maze.

You groan in frustration. You can feel your babies’ heads lower than they've ever been, the pressure in your belly beginning to be unbearable. If your waters would break you'd be more than happy to get on your hands and knees and give birth right where you were, but your body was being stubborn, so you put a hand under your belly and a hand on the small of your back and did your best to shuffle onward. Now you find yourself confronted with options at each turn. It already takes everything in you to keep moving, and you can't help but begin to sob in frustration when confronted with a decision to make, or even worse, a dead end. You begin to despair that this is your new reality, stuck in a hedge maze of shadow and darkness, contracting yet unable to birth for eternity, when the path in front of you opens up.

In front of you is the shape of a castle, silhouetted against a night sky, darker than anything else around it, making its shadowy surroundings look bright in comparison. You remember that the monster who led you here told you to find them on their throne, and you begin to slowly waddle towards the ominous castle. As you cautiously begin to climb the steps to the vague shape of the grand doors to the ominous castle, a contraction crashes through you, so strong and unyielding your vision whitens and you momentarily lose your senses. You come back to your body to find yourself on your hands and knees on the steps, desperately rocking your hips back and forth as you futilely push, sobbing and begging your waters to break. You're about to give up on your journey, resigned to stay stuck on those steps, hoping your body will eventually cave and allow you to give birth to your babies, when you smell a familiar scent.

If anyone could help you, it would be the creature of shadow that set all this into motion. You imagine them on the steps with you, rubbing circles on the small of your back, their fingers probing you to check how far along you are, their hands groping your leaking tits and contracting belly. You let out one last sob of frustration, and slowly crawl up the steps until you find the strength to stand up on your own feet again, newly determined to find them exactly where they said they would be. You follow the scent as it gets stronger and stronger, until you find two gigantic ornate doors, wide open, revealing the sight of the shadow monster, more solid than you've ever seen them, smiling at you from their lightless throne. You begin to waddle to them as quickly as you can, eager to have just the simple relief of having someone else help you as you labor, but your body has other ideas, sending you through the longest contraction yet as you pass through the doors. You cry and shout in pain and lean heavily against the door frame, the contractions leaving you unable to breathe let alone speak. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you feel like there are eyes from around the room staring at you, but you're already so deep in the throes of labor that you can't find it in yourself to care.

“Please… help me.” You sob and sink further against the door frame when its vice grip begins to release your body.

“Come to me, my dearest.” The monster croons sympathetically, yet remains seated on their throne.

“I don't think I can- please…” You plead as the babies inside you begin to kick, seemingly also upset at still being denied their birth.

“I am trapped here, upon this throne. I cannot come to you little one, you must come to me.” They say sadly, as they hold out their hand in invitation. You whimper as you stand again, the pressure of one of the babies practically in your birth canal already, but unable to progress any further, forces your legs awkwardly apart as you do your best to waddle, slow step by slow step, to where the shadow sits. Unfortunately, there's another short set of stairs up to the throne, and on the last few another intense contraction rams into you, but you're close enough that the shadow can grab your hands the steady you, and despite knowing your baby won't move, you squat down and push.

“My water… won't break…” You sob when the contraction ends, unable to catch your breath as tears of pain and frustration flow down your face.

“Come here.” The shadow monster comforts you, pulling you up and turning you around to sit on their lap as if you were weightless. You don't have a chance to respond, as they enter you in one smooth motion, their cock feeling thicker and more solid than it had the last time the shadow monster had fucked you. Your head lolls back against their shoulder in your relief at finally being fucked and filled again, unaware of the guttural moans that escape you as you feel the head of their cock hit the dilating entrance to your cervix. Usually you'd be a bit ashamed at how quickly you came, but in this circumstance you're simply relieved that the relief of orgasm is paired with the even greater relief of pressure in your belly as your waters break. The shadow quickly pulls out as one of your babies heads rushes into your birth canal, eager to be brought into the world.

“There you are,” They coo, and gently take each of your legs, putting them over each side of the throne, leaving you wide and spread with a perfect view of your birth to the seemingly empty throne room. “Go on and push now, bring my heirs into the world and break my curse.”

As they say that, a new contraction overtakes you, so intense without the cushion of your waters that blind instinct takes over. You don't even realize that you've been pushing, and pushing hard enough your baby is halfway down your birth canal, until the contraction fades.

“Wait…” Something occurs to you as you try to catch your breath. “Your heirs… they're not… yours…”

“Oh little one,” They chuckle in amusement, as they place a clawed hand on the base of your belly. “You may have been seeded by inferior mortals, but that doesn't change the fact that I've made your womb MINE.”

As their hand flexes and grips your belly possessively, you can't help the wave of intense arousal that washes over you. Or the contraction that comes with it, your baby, the shadow's heir, already entering into a crown as you push, spreading you even farther than your shadow monster had just a short while ago. As you briefly remember how they broke your waters, something else occurs to you.

“Don't worry about me, my dearest. I'll get my satisfaction, just focus on pushing alright?” They soothe you as if they could read your thoughts, brushing a sweaty strand of hair away from your face. You can only nod as you bear down again, your shadow monster's throne keeping your legs spread wide, as you give birth to their babies while sat on their lap.

You can't help but cum as the first one's head practically explodes out of you, your shadows hand reaching over you to gently cup their head as you prepare to push out the shoulders. Before you know it, you have a tiny shadowy baby cupped to your chest, and another one rapidly moving down your birth canal, obviously impatient to be born. And soon enough, you have two little shadow babies suckling at your chest, while your third seems to be second guessing whether they want to leave the safety of your comfortable womb. With the neverending support of your shadow, you eventually push them out, leaving you cradling your triplets to your chest.

So wrapped up in the exhilaration of finally giving birth to your beautiful triplets, each one swirling in shadow like their other parent, you startle when you realize there's suddenly an entire court of shadowy people in the throne room. As you look around they all bow, and they seem to be extremely grateful to you in particular. Some of them approach, holding out their arms in an obvious offer to take your babies. Unsure, you look at your shadowy partner.

“It's alright dearest, I made sure to have several nursemaids ready for you once the curse on the kingdom was broken, and our heirs brought into this world.” They reassure you. You can't help the shiver that travels up your spine when they say “our heirs.” Trusting your shadow, you carefully hand over your newborns to the caretakers. Once your nursemaids are securely holding the little ones, your shadow monster lifts you up, even more effortlessly without the weight and bulk of triplets in your belly.

“Come, you need to rest. And I have been trapped on that throne for far too long, it's time we both rested in a real bed.” They say as they carry you out of the throne room and through their castle. Soon, they're laying you down on a plush bed with dark sheets and an abundance of pillows.

“Thank you for finding me,” They say as they lean down to kiss you. “For breaking the spell that had cursed my people for years. For freeing my physical form. For bearing me such precious heirs.” They continue while peppering kisses along your mouth, your face, your neck. You moan and spread your legs, a clear invitation for them to satisfy the need that they've clearly been feeling since they broke your waters. And they eagerly accept your invitation, burying their hard cock between your legs, and show you just how thankful they are, over and over and over.

A few months later, you're walking down the street for a nice evening stroll again. Or more aptly waddling down the street. Your shadow, now strong enough to enter the mortal plane in human disguise, helps you push your 3 month old triplets in their stroller, a glamour over them to hide their true nature. The street is still busy enough as the sun sets that people keep coming up to you, shocked that you're still out and about when you clearly look overdue. You get a bit of satisfaction when their looks of shock and concern turn to a slight terror as you tell them you're not even in the second trimester. As they stammer an apology or an excuse to disengage from the conversation, you can feel the pride emanating from your beloved as their hand rests on the small of your back. When you look back at them, they smile and kiss your head lovingly as your little family continues their slow walk down Main Street.

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INFORMATION ABOUT QUEER/ADULT CONTENT BEING DELISTED

Hey, I'm sure you've heard by now that several online retailers have blanket delisted queer/adult content. Information seems sporadic, so I want to create a masterpost of what happened, why it matters, and what you can do about it.

WHAT HAPPENED

You've probably heard that Steam and Itch.io have removed all of their adult/queer content from listings. Itch has even gone so far as to prevent creators from being able to get their payouts.

This is not Steam/Itch's fault. Mastercard and Visa have pressured them to remove their adult content. Visa and Mastercard collectively hold over 90% of the market share in payment processing. Unfortunately, if they cut you off, you pretty much lose over 90% of your gross income, which is a death sentence for basically any company.

This is also not just localized to Steam and Itch. Several anime/manga retailers have also been affected, and more companies are likely to follow. I would not be surprised if Patreon cracked down again soon, so if you have adult/queer content on there, I suggest you prepare accordingly.

The reason for this happening is not a response to the current US political climate, or these payment processors randomly deciding to force their puritanical views. It is a concerted effort by a group called Collective Shout, an anti-porn group masquerading as a feminist liberation org. (Look up the meaning of the word SWERF.)

Collective Shout has, allegedly, sent over 1,000 letters to Visa and Mastercard urging them to take action against certain digital retailers selling adult content. Which, thankfully gives us an avenue to respond. More on that in the third section.

WHY THIS MATTERS

For some of you, I don't need to explain why you should care. For others, let me explain to you why this is a massive cocern for everyone, not just adult content creators.

First of all, we've already seen perfectly sfw queer content catching strays from this. You should already be well aware that adult content and queer content are often conflated, and the two are pretty inextricably linked to each other. If you try to ban one, you will, inevitably, end up banning the other as well.

Secondly, this sets a precedent for "concerned citizens" to be able to pressure payment processors into removing whatever content they don't like from the internet. Even if you don't partake in adult content. Even if you're not queer. Even if this doesn't currently affect you or anyone you know right now, it will. They managed to do this with only 1,000 letters. If they get away with it, it'll only be the beginning.

WHAT YOU CAN DO

Remember when I said they sent 1,000 letters to make this happen? I bet we can get more.

I wrote a form letter for Mastercard and for Visa. Fill in your name. Print them. Sign them. Mail them out. The addresses for the respective companies are at the top. It shouldn't cost much. Even international postage shouldn't be prohibitively expensive for most people.

Some people are sharing phone numbers and emails. That's fine, but I prefer a physical footprint. You can't see 1,000 phone calls. 1,000 emails don't take up physical volume. If you get 1,000 letters about something, you can see how much people care about it. That means something in this day and age.

IF YOU LIVE IN THE US there is a bill being introduced right now that stops payment processors from being able to control what people can and cannot purchase. Call your representatives. Right now. Even if you don't think they'll support it. Here's a script I wrote. And trust me when I say it'll help. I used to talk to politicians for a living. I know what I'm talking about.

SHARE THIS POST. Reblog it. Reblog it multiple times a day. Send it to everyone you know. Seriously. Everyone. Even if they're not on Tumblr. Get the word out. The most successful advertising is word of mouth. So use your voice and make sure people hear it. We've beaten this shit in the past and we'll do it again, but we still need to put in the work.

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You're on vacation in the big city, and the big hairy man with an (assumed) beer belly, and a white wife beater tank that's seen better days, that's been cat-calling you as you walk by bends over, suddenly bends over clutching his belly in pain and groans "Oh fuck, I think the baby's comin.'" WWYD 👀

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@zesty-alt I love you

No but seriously, every time I try to play a pure magic build it's so unintuitive with just a staff! Switching between spells is a pain in the ass, because I always end up over shooting which spell I wanted because I'm trying not to die. I'd much rather have a magical sword in my right hand and either a seal or a staff loaded with 3-ish incantations/spells on it. But, uh, also ANYWAY

It's amazing the potential that game has for getting knocked up with so much crazy shit. Like, is one of them knocked up with Rad///ahn's giant twins (i imagine spreading your legs and letting the feral general fuck the daylights out of you would be a very effective distraction while everyone else works on putting him out of his misery, at least maybe that way the man dies happy), and the other is knocked up with a big ol' clutch of Ry///kard's offspring, and then they raise the cousins together like mama cats?

Or are they relaxed and sleepy on a bed in the Halig///tree, big with litters of Mis///begotten, waiting for both Miq///uella's return and their inevitable labor?

There's so many bosses that would leave any future El///den Lord with a big round belly, and even a few of the regular enemies as well could leave them waddling and struggling through their adventures to take the throne. Even before you take into account no one's given birth in the Lands///Between since around the time the rune of death was taken away, and everyone's bodies seem sort of frozen in time, so even if someone was pregnant, could they give birth until the Elden///Ring is fixed? Also, I'm so curious about your oc's!

2 super pregnant knights, sleeping back to back like cats do when they trust each other, send tweet.

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You don't fully remember how you got here. You remember walking down Main Street, deciding where to stop for dinner, when you smelled the most amazing scent you've ever smelled in your life. You couldn't place it, it was like nothing you've ever smelled before. You didn't hesitate long before following the scent away from crowded streets, twisting and turning through the maze of a city, until you found yourself in a dark alley, no clue of where you were.

But you found the source of the scent. A large shadowy figure that lunged towards you, and still wrapped up in the intoxication of its scent, you open your arms to welcome it. The creature wastes no time, ripping the buckle of your pants and pinning you against the wall. It lets your pants drop just below your ass, then lifts your legs and folds you in half against the wall. With a vicious and desperate thrust, it enters you. You bite your lip, so scared that if you were to cry out, someone would come out and shoo the creature off. But you can't help but let a few cries and whimpers escape as the shadow creature rails into you, uncaring for your pleasure or comfort.

You've come twice by the time you feel the monsters unnaturally cool seed flood your insides. Immediately, you feel a heavy weight settle deep with your belly, and it only takes a moment before you notice your stomach has begun to bloat enough to push your tight t-shirt up over it. You should be terrified right now, but the monsters scent is overwhelming now, and you can't help but moan and as you clench down you realize your new baby daddy's cock is still inside you, even as his young begin to round out your belly enough that it needs to shift its position against the wall. Your unborn offspring is growing so quickly in your fertile belly, you rub your hand across its rapidly expanding swell and feel warm with pride. So proud of your child for growing so big and so strong, and so proud of your body for nourishing it so much you already looked to be full term with twins.

Suddenly, your belly drops low into your lap, the creature still pinning you against the wall, now in your best imitation of a sitting position with your legs loosely wrapped around it. You moan, no longer caring about witnesses, as you feel fluid drench your legs and a heavy mass move down into your pelvis. It feels like hours but could have been minutes as you feel your heavy offspring spread you, what feels like miles further than their father did, as it crawled into a crown. The creature holds your legs as high as they'll go, as you scramble to get purchase against the wall to push. You scream as you cum the egg out of your body and feel it's sibling quickly move in to take its place, leaving you in a constant state of stimulation.

All too soon you've cummed all the eggs out. The monster unpins you from the wall, leaving you to slide down, just barely catching yourself before you collapse on the grimy floor of the alley. When you look up at them they're gone. And so are the eggs. With a brief pang of sadness, you pull your pants back up and pull your stretched shirt back down. As you wander back out into the street, reluctantly resuming your search for dinner, you see someone holding a gurgling baby to their chest, and you can't help but feel an emptiness in your core and deep need between your legs.

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Usually I want to be the one heavy and knocked up, but today I've been thinking about being a witch slowly manipulating my toxic bro-y bf into transforming into a waddling breeder slut. 

Neither of us enter the relationship with good intentions. Me, fed up with normie humans like him who are so cruel to and biased against magical/monster kind. Him, so deeply terrified of everything all the time but can only express it by being as obnoxious and toxic-ly macho as he can. Me, trying to teach him a lesson. Him, just wants to say he dated a ‘literal witch’ once. 

It doesn't take long for him to be way more into me than I am into him. It's the first time he's socialized outside of an echo chamber of hate and fear. He won't admit it yet, but he's jealous of how freely I live my life as my authentic self. Also it's hot as fuck, to him, that his parents don't like me. 

I start my plan by simply suggesting something that he thinks is ‘adventurous’ and ‘risque’ in the bedroom. Pegging. Despite all the no homo jokes, it takes so little time for me to get him screaming in pleasure. He’s so ashamed and is terrified to admit that he's even tried it to his bros, and I take a special pleasure in seeing him squirm whenever I tease him about how afraid he is for people to know how much he likes getting fucked. 

After a few months of driving him insane with the strap, I remind him I'm a witch. And that I can use my magical powers to spice things up in the bedroom, if he's ever curious. I drop hints about how many nerve endings vaginas have, I moan extra loud about how good it feels to get eaten out when he's between my legs, about how good the stretch feels around my cunt the few times he's the one fucking me. 

By the time I suggest we try some magic alterations in the bedroom, it takes a lot less convincing than I thought it would. After repeatedly rolling my eyes and assuring him it would be temporary, and yes, yes, I'll ‘banish it’ the moment he wants to go back to normal; I tap into my power and give my boyfriend a pussy. 

Of course, he insisted he keep his dick as well, still desperately clinging to the familiar comfort of toxic masculinity, so he has both. I spend the entire night taking my sweet time showing him how good it feels, by the time I finally fuck him with the strap, his dick is cumming dry and he's weeping in pleasure. 

In the morning I decide to be a little nice and offer to return him back to normal, I know he'll be asking for it now just like he begged to get pegged, but to my surprise he asks to keep it. Just for a little while, he'll probably want to be changed back to normal that evening. But he doesn't, instead I catch him playing with it whenever he thinks I'm not looking. Curiously curling his fingers inside himself when he thinks I fell asleep watching a movie, quietly groaning in the other room as he gingerly rubs circles on his new clit. I even catch him riding my suction cup dildo in the shower, where, in his panic at being caught, accidentally slipped and impaled himself further, which caused him to cum so hard I thought he'd blacked out. 

Despite knowing I hadn't, part of me wondered if some part of my magic had sent him into a heat. The next part of my plan to humiliate this toxic bro was going to be the trickiest, but he was so wet and horny that he agreed to it immediately. A threesome with my particularly well-endowed orc friend. I'd previously let this friend know my plans, and they said I was wild for it but they were down for a good fuck with a cute little toy like my boyfriend. 

Within a few minutes of meeting them, he's already in their lap, slowly sinking onto their cock, moaning like a whore at how good it feels to be so full already. I take a moment to sit there in awe at how well my plan is working, before I join in. My friend and I make sure to tell my bf how well he's taking that big orc cock, how pretty he looks begging for them to go faster, what a sweet little slut he is for being so eager for my friend to pump him full of their seed. When I notice how much his stomach bulged out, just from my orc friends cock, I can't help the evil grin that spreads across my face. 

Later I let out a soft cackle, as I inserted a plug into my blissed out boyfriends pussy, rubbing his cum bloated tummy, and cooing to him about what a good boy he is. He's too cum-drunk and sleepy to notice the devious look on my friend and I's faces as we take turns pawing at his swollen belly. 

This continues on for a few nights every week, until a couple months in, my boyfriend starts getting sick. In the mornings specifically. And he starts to feel a little self conscious about a bit of permanent bloating around his waist. I wave off his concerns and tell him it's probably nothing and that he shouldn't worry about it. Until one day he comes home early, upset after he'd gone to the doctor about his ‘lingering stomach bug’ and found out he was pregnant. Apparently he didn't realize I'd given him a pussy AND the whole reproductive system to match. I tried not to smile as he proceeded to have an entire meltdown, sobbing and crying about how he's a dude, and dudes can't get pregnant, and now he was going to be a mom? And a dad?! 

I shrug and say I can always help him get rid of it, assuming he'd be so ashamed that he'd be desperate to get rid of it all as soon as he could. After that I'd break up with him and leave him always trying to hide his ‘secret shame’ for the rest of his normal human life. That was pretty much the plan after all.

To my surprise, he wants to keep it. I give him a couple weeks to change his mind, my orcish friend even warning him against the danger of humans carrying half orc children. We remind him he won't be able to keep the situation hidden for long. Instead of changing his mind, he doubles down. I catch him with his hands rubbing his increasingly bloated belly, researching human and orcish pregnancies, I even catch him bookmarking baby name sites. Then comes the kicker, we're going to his parents house for a family dinner to break the news. 

It's just us two, he figured it would be easier to break the news to his magic and monster hating family without also breaking the news that he was kind of sort of in a threesome with a big ol’ orc. I dread spending any amount of time with his horrid parents, but can't help but anticipate the drama with glee. 

I almost spit out my drink when his parents comment on how much weight he's gained since he bothered to visit them. I can tell he's growing more uncomfortable, already nervous to break the news, as his siblings start ribbing him about his ‘beer belly,’ but instead of enjoying his discomfort like I used to, I find myself subtly trying to comfort him. 

When he breaks the news at the dinner table, he'd hoped everyone would handle the news better after eating, I squeeze his hand in comfort. It shocks me to realize I can't gleefully enjoy these hateful humans dramatic tantrums like I thought I would; because I can't help but notice the way my partner flinches and protectively puts a hand on his belly as his mother screams and his father breaks his plate in half. And of course they lay the blame on me, for ‘brainwashing’ their perfect boy, despite his protests that he willingly participated.  I find myself annoyed at his older brother, who keeps whispering to my boyfriend to just tell the family he's joking, that this prank isn't funny anymore. And I feel so proud of my partner when he finally snaps, and tearfully screams right back at his parents, uproots deep childhood traumas I could never have even have guessed at, then storms out the door. I gleefully told his mother that her bland broccoli casserole tasted like shit, then followed suit.

He was quiet on the car ride back to our apartment, the only sound was his phone blowing up with texts and attempted calls from his family. He answered a few texts, but eventually just turned off his phone. I wasn't quite sure how to comfort him, and not quite sure how to grapple with the fact that I wanted to comfort him. I had entered this thinking I would manipulate him, humiliate him, teach him some sort of lesson, and move on with my life. When had I started to get attached? 

When we got home, I was surprised to find my orc friend already there waiting for us. My boyfriend admitted he'd texted them to come over. But then he just straight up asked us if we'd planned this. I had so many lies ready to go, on the tip of my tongue just waiting for an opportunity to keep manipulating him. But instead I froze and just told him the truth. To my surprise he wasn't mad. He just sadly told us that the past few months had been some of the happiest in his life so far, and that he understood if we didn't really want to continue our relationship, but that to let him know because he needed to start planning his life for the baby and didn't want to plan on us being there if we were just planning on leaving anyways. 

I felt even more surprised to realize the thought of that made ME sad. Somewhere along the way, I'd stopped hating this ‘toxic bro’ (who had actually started to grow and mature into a sweet loving partner somewhere along the way) and started enjoying their presence in my life. Even if our relationship started on false pretenses, I found myself opposed to its end. I told him as much, as did my friend. 

After a night of talking and reassurance and cuddles, we woke up a throuple united. We spend the next couple of weeks doting on our pregnant partner, telling him how cute they look as their belly continues to outgrow their clothes, what a sweet boy he is to get so completely bred for us, how much we love and cherish him. 

After spending some time basking in our affection and getting his confidence back, he tells us he's ready to tell ‘the bros.’ I try to convince him to just give up on his ‘bros,’ a bunch of frat boys from college who act like the highlight of their life was that sick keg stand over spring break, who act just as toxic as my boyfriend did before we dated. But he insisted, he knew that it was possible he'd lose his friends over this anyway, but he hoped at least one or two of them was a real friend to him. And neither I nor our other partner could deny him that. 

So we waited nearby on standby in case anything went wrong, nervously biting our nails as time wore on. But all our worrying was for nothing. After he broke the news, and after the initial uproar from the more rowdy guys of the group, one of his bros admitted that his ‘intermittent beer belly’ was actually his merman boyfriends unfertilized eggs that he needed to lay sometimes, and they'd actually been talking about fertilizing those eggs and having kids, but he'd been scared to bring it up to his friends. Another bro admitted that he'd actually secretly been a werewolf the whole time and those ‘expensive business trips’ he took every few months, was actually just him self-isolating whenever he went into heat. And another bro admitted he was into pet play. Which definitely wasn't on the same wavelength as the other two confessions, but the moment of vulnerability was still appreciated. 

Instead of losing most of his friends, most of his friends rallied around him and the couple of guys who tried to shame him were the ones shunned from the group. He hadn't really liked them anyway, just tried to keep the peace and never realized the rest of the friend group felt the same way about them. My other partner and I are so proud of our boyfriend for bringing positive change to his friend group, we bring him home and spend the rest of the afternoon and evening in bed showing him just how proud we are. 

A few months later, we're treated to the sight of our 6 months pregnant boyfriend on the beach in a seashell pink dress at the human and mer wedding we've all been invited to. A man who would refuse to look at pink for fear of its threat to his masculinity, proudly rubbed his gravid belly over the bright silky fabric, adorned in pearls and jeweled garlands from the merfolk. We watched from the small crowd as he and his werewolf friend (who's own growing baby bump was barely hidden underneath his flowy linen shirt) held hands and tried not to cry as their friend finally got married to the love of their life. 

At the reception he couldn't be on the dance floor for long, entering the third trimester pregnant with orc twins would do that to you. But, my other partner and I took turns supporting him as he swayed back and forth, while at the other end of the dance floor his werewolf friend grinded with his baby daddy (pet play guy, if you could believe it). 

And thankfully, during a mer wedding it was perfectly acceptable to wander into the ocean and let the buoyant water take some of the weight off. All the mers in attendance were so curious about his pregnancy, and he practically glowed as he answered all their questions and let them feel the swirling movements of the big twins in his belly. They all seemed amazed our boyfriend was able to walk at all, let alone stay on foot for the wedding ceremony. He shrugged and gave me the credit for the magical belly band and supports I'd crafted for him, to make sure he'd last through one of his best friends' weddings. 

After a little while of the mer folk fawning over our pregnant boyfriend, my orcish partner started to get a little jealous of how handsy they're getting, and I become aware that they're guiding us further into the ocean (not that they'd ruin the wedding by eating him, I just think they thought he was so cute they wanted to keep him forever), so we decided that maybe it's time to turn in a bit early. We learn the next morning that his werewolf friend was the one to catch the bouquet. 

Speaking of his werewolf friend, it only takes another month for him to rival our boyfriends gravidity. His pups smaller, but much more numerous, and his pregnancy only lasting 6 months total. And their newly married friend doesn't wait long to break the news that he's already growing with a clutch of half-mer babies. It's hard for me to believe that these are the same toxic frat bros I couldn't stand to be around, when they're all excitedly talking about pregnancy yoga and finding ‘Mommy and Me, ’ or more accurately, ‘Daddy and Me’ classes that will take them and their half monster kids. Instead of hanging out and drinking beers, they lounge on whatever is comfortable enough for their gravid bulk and compare their babies movements, and the cute new baby stuff they found online, and trade tips on how to deal with their changing bodies and finding clothes that fit.

It's absolutely adorable. My orcish partner and I can't wait to meet the twins, and all the babies we plan on knocking him up with afterwards. 

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Our news story tonight, talented college athlete, Adam Barlow, has been brought to the hospital after an incident at a frat party involving a spiked drink and experimental fertility drugs. So far, no suspects have been arrested, but students on social media have been quick to claim sabotage from the sports team of the school's long-time rival.

Coaches from the rival team have already come out publicly to deny any wrong-doing from their players, but the school administration has admitted that they are investigating a break-in to their Bio-Chemistry lab, in which the only things stolen were samples of an experimental fertility drug. Earlier that evening, many witnesses claim the rival team crashed the same frat party and were seen to be in a verbal altercation with Mr. Barlow.

Less than an hour later, reports say Adam began to visibly swell, and by the time party-goers got an ambulance he already appeared to be in the third trimester and in labor. We have received reports that Adam has given birth to healthy twins early this morning, and is already beginning to recover from his surprise rapid pregnancy.

His coach and family reported earlier today that he has decided to keep the babies and step down from the team in the wake of what has happened, while his body heals and he adjusts to his new life as a parent, while also still planning on finishing his last year of college. The Barlow family were outraged at the perpetrators of this attack, accusing whoever drugged their son of ruining his promising future professional sports career.

We wish the new father the best of luck, more on this story as it develops.

Interviewer: Tonight, on ‘Where Are They Now?,’ 10 years ago, Adam Barlow, arrived at a frat party as an up and coming athlete, in peak physical condition, primed for a career in professional sports; only to leave that frat party in an ambulance, extremely pregnant and in labor. With twins! How are you doing today Adam?

Adam: Feeling grateful to be here, and feeling quite grateful my twins, and their siblings, are still as strong and healthy as the day they were born!

Interviewer: Siblings? So you've had more children since that traumatic incident?

Adam: Well, I don't like to think of it as traumatic, I like to think of that night as a blessing. My children are the light of my life, and I can't imagine life without them! My husband, Dalton, and I have had 3 more beautiful children, and as you can see, a few more on the way. I can't possibly think of that night as traumatic when it's led to so much joy and happiness in my life.

Interviewer: Surely though, you must be upset that the culprit who did this to you was never caught?

Adam: I'll admit, I am concerned that the jackass who spiked my drink with highly unstable fertility drugs is still out there. Who else could they have done this to in the years since? I'm so grateful to have my children in my life, but suddenly bloating up and growing like that, it was… scary. My stomach blew up, my chest and thighs suddenly swelled. At some point I thought my chest was bleeding, imagine my shock when somebody told me I was lactating! Before that night, my biggest concerns were impressing talent scouts and midterms, and suddenly I was bringing two new little lives into the world. While things may have turned out for the better for me, that doesn't mean that'll be the case for their next victims.

Interviewer: I hate to bring this up, but I know I'll get a couple comments; do you have anything to say to the conspiracy theorists who claim you did this to yourself?

Adam: Oh please, don't get me started! Why would I have done it to myself? Not only put myself through one of the most terrifying and painful experiences of my life, but also choose, as a college student, with no job outside of sports, living on campus with roommates, to bring life into this world with no warning, all in the course of a night? You're telling me there's people out there who think I willingly embarrassed myself like that in front of half the college campus? Why? For what?

Interviewer: Some of these people really need to go outside and touch grass!

Adam: *laughs* Seriously!

Interviewer: You mentioned earlier, your husband Dalton. He was on the same team as you, correct?

Adam: Correct, it was where we met! He stepped up to my position as team captain after I suddenly gave birth, and somehow he found the time, between school and the team, to step up and help me with the twins too. He was one of the only people to stay a true friend after what happened... I admit, I'd always had a bit of a crush on him, but was always too chicken to say anything. But after about half the school saw me crowning around the head of my first kid, suddenly admitting I had feelings for him didn't seem quite so scary.

Interviewer: Aw, that's so sweet!

Adam: Turns out he had a bit of a crush on me too! The same night he got drafted to a professional team, he proposed, and we were married and expecting our third child by the time the season started! He even insisted on officially adopting the twins as part of the ceremony.

Interviewer: Speaking of your husband's illustrious sports career, is there any jealousy? You were also quite the rising star, team captain, MVP, you probably could have had your choice of team. But having the twins, understandably, left you unable to play your final season. Dalton took over as team captain, got drafted with a package most rookies would dream of, and has made quite a career for himself in the years since. Does any part of you feel like that should be you?

Adam: No, not at all. Dalton has deserved every opportunity he's gotten, and I'm happy the world can finally see what I've known since we met freshman year of college. He's exactly where he's meant to be, and so am I. Before the night my twins were born, I could have never imagined a life outside of being an athlete. And now, I'm happier than ever, even though I'm sitting on the sidelines, because I'm sitting there with my little family, cheering on the love of my life as he does what he was born to do.

Interviewer: That little family doesn't seem like it's going to be so little much longer!

Adam: That's true! We already have 5 children together, so I guess it wouldn't be accurate to call our family little, even before taking into account the triplets growing in my belly.

Interviewer: Wow, triplets! How far along are you, if you don't mind me asking?

Adam: I'll be 6 months along in a week or so, so almost into the third trimester.

Interviewer: You're not even- uh, I'll admit, I was a bit worried we'd have a repeat incident when you wad-uh, walked in here, but it's hard to believe you're not even 6 months.

Adam: *laughs* I know, I must look much further along, Dalton and I are big guys, I gave up hope any of our kids would be small a while ago! We've already begun joking that when he retires, he'll have an entire team ready to be coached!

Interviewer: The Barlow family team already has quite the pair of excellent coaches! Now, before we go, Adam, is there anything you'd like to plug?

Adam: Yes there is! I run a charity organization that supports pregnant students, whether that be with childcare, abortions, scholarships, housing, whatever they need to help them before and after their pregnancy! I was lucky enough to have an amazing support team behind me, but so many don't have any support at all, and I started this non-profit to help pay it forward. Even if you can't donate, I'd appreciate just browsing the site, reading the stories of families we've helped, and spreading the word!

Interviewer: An extremely worthy cause, go check them out, and we'll see you next time on ‘Where Are They Now!’

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I LOVE YOUR OCS SO MUCH RAHHHHHH

Omg thanks! I think you sent this a while, so idr if this came after a bunch of Brone posts or Kaz stuff, but either way:

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Hi! I loveee your blog! Esp the warrior type character post, got me thinking about one of my OCs !

He's a rogue captain who was trained for the role from childhood, and had been thinking about leaving the seas recently for a quieter life. His partner, a logical person who knows the Captain well , knows that he needs a time limit to leave and it might as well be pregnancy, knowing the captain wouldn't want to be visibly pregnant in front of his crew (even though they'd congratulate and tease him about it, he likes his privacy)

In private, his partner would arrange a home for when the time came to leave the seas with the intention to raise a family there. With how well the captain and his physical form would adjust well to being bred full with a child.

Anyways !! Enjoy my ramblings :3

Ah, yes. Nothin' quite like baby-trapping your workaholic partner into retirement 😈