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So as a soft announcement for one thing I’ll lump it with another:

A) Got a job recently, super pumped about it. Finding that the relief of my search now ending is giving me so much hope and even has ignited a renewed spark of energy for me to draw again. Which i sorely had become burnt out from.

B) I’m preferring to go by they/them pronouns only as opposed to previously being he/they. I don’t mind “he/him” pronouns, but after sometime of sporting it out, I have decided I’m more comfortable with just they/them! Literally nothing has changed, but I wanted to point that out as I’m slowly making the retroactive changes to my profiles.

Pride month finally came thru for me near the end 🎉

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Not really much for alt-preg types, but today...I've been plagued with the concept of "full body pregnancy". Basically, you get pregnant, and your whole BODY grows. Not just the belly. Face, boobs, butt, legs, arms, EVERYTHING! Basically, inflation meets pregnancy, with a pinch of weight gain.

How does the baby get formed? How does labor work? No clue! If anything, the ambiguity makes it a touch hotter...

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It’s insane how I have like no interest in Ben-hwa in any sense. The literal butt plug has zero sexual allure.

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My liking of girls isn't super specific. Whether or not a certain group of girls are Korean, perform a specific cultural take on pop music, and/or practice in the art of hunting of the demon variety, it matters not.

But them eating instant noodles? And burping really loud?

Oh yes. Now THERE'S something...

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Something I meant to say in the initial post but forgot about cause I was distracted, I actually did have something specific in mind for the rule change. So, as noted, in the film, characters age one year every half hour. This also affects things that happen more passively, like spreading of disease, development of tumors, and healing of broken bones. Nothing THAT intense will likely happen in my story, for the record, but even then, I don't think I'll be using this exact approach.

Instead, I was thinking of using something I've had in my back pocket for a while: characters being moved forward on their own, personal timeline.

This idea is kinda complex and hard to explain; if you're a fan of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, think of it like that series's explanation of Fate. Fate is a force, like gravity, that pulls people through time (and technically space) to a certain event that is guaranteed to happen. Basically, if Character A is 'Fated' to experience a given event after X amount of time, they are guaranteed to do that regardless of what happens. The Golden Wind stand King Crimson takes full advantage of this, where the user can see the next five seconds into the future, making it Fate, and is this able to then skip that period of time using his Time Skip ability.

How does this tie to my idea? Let me use a simple example. Let's say a 22-year-old beach goer happens upon The Beach That Makes You Old 2.0 (i.e. my version). Let's also say that, at age 30, they are fated to become pregnant. Thus, as they get older through the beach's power, when they eventually reach 30 years old, they become pregnant, because that's what their timeline said.

This is basically what happens in Old, but on a simpler, internal scale. Character has cancer, so their tumor grows with age. Character has calcium deficiency, so their bones turn brittle with age. My change makes it so that changes could happen even if it only happens due to external factors. Following the original rules of Old, I would need a character to enter while unknowingly only a few days pregnant, or like in the film have the process happen while at the beach. Here, I can have it so that the idea of a pregnancy is nothing but a shadow of a twinkle in their eye when they enter, making it all the more surprising when they do end up pregnant.

I'll refine this as I go along, and of course I have ideas for other kinks to be applied, but this is just what I have atm. Stay tuned.

An artist I follow, they wrote up a whole story that they and their partner described as "an idealized, furry-ized, complete rewrite of the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory premise" (took that right from the Ao3 page bio). Basically, all the guests are adults (and furries), and more of the incidents they get into are kink related, on top of the already expected blueberry shenanigans. I've been meaning to read it, since it sounds pretty cool, and the concept is honestly pretty great.

It did get me thinking though. The idea of making "idealized" versions of stories to better fit kinks. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is like, a prime example, because as cool as blueberry is, in the original story, it happens to a child. So, a rewrite where it happens to an adult is already an appealing prospect; while you're at it, why not change the OTHER incidents to be more kink focused? Hell, let's go full OC, make them furries, and tell your OWN version of the tale, using only the original material as a basic framework and jumping off point.

Now...what if I did that?

Now, the blueberry kink has the advantage of having a definite origin; there is exactly ONE source in which the idea of being big n round n blue was planted into a generation's mind. Not to mention the plot structure of the book/film is fairly simple, so making your own version of Wonka's Wacky Wadventure would be as simple as taking out parts that you don't wanna see and putting in ones you do. It's very modular, if you get me.

But what if I wanted to try this approach with other kinks? Like, ya know, pregnancy or weight gain, stuff like that. What could I exactly turn to as a basis for this? I suppose I am burying the lead here, because I already have something in mind thanks to jeffiot's M. Night video:

Old.

Basically, Old features an accelerated pregnancy; like, duh, where a year is a half hour, you're gonna go from flat to due within fifteen minutes. Only issue is that, tmk, this happens to a teenaged character, who is also only a teen because they were aged up from a six year old. Yeh not sorry but for me, I prefer dealing with women who are mentally AND physically of age, so while the concept is fun, the execution in the film is like. An obvious no for me. I mean, it is of course being played for body horror in the first place, but that's not the factor that is a turn off for me.

So, what do? Easy; rewrite the story with adult characters. Have THEM experience rapid aging in a way that is a lot more sexually charged. Maybe downplay some of the horror elements...change some of the rules...some of the character archetypes were fun. Like a shallow influencer type, or a tense married couple. I dunno I think there's potential here.

I already have a few character ideas myself...I'll ruminate on it, and if I come up with anything of worth, I'll make a follow up post. No promises, though.

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An artist I follow, they wrote up a whole story that they and their partner described as "an idealized, furry-ized, complete rewrite of the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory premise" (took that right from the Ao3 page bio). Basically, all the guests are adults (and furries), and more of the incidents they get into are kink related, on top of the already expected blueberry shenanigans. I've been meaning to read it, since it sounds pretty cool, and the concept is honestly pretty great.

It did get me thinking though. The idea of making "idealized" versions of stories to better fit kinks. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is like, a prime example, because as cool as blueberry is, in the original story, it happens to a child. So, a rewrite where it happens to an adult is already an appealing prospect; while you're at it, why not change the OTHER incidents to be more kink focused? Hell, let's go full OC, make them furries, and tell your OWN version of the tale, using only the original material as a basic framework and jumping off point.

Now...what if I did that?

Now, the blueberry kink has the advantage of having a definite origin; there is exactly ONE source in which the idea of being big n round n blue was planted into a generation's mind. Not to mention the plot structure of the book/film is fairly simple, so making your own version of Wonka's Wacky Wadventure would be as simple as taking out parts that you don't wanna see and putting in ones you do. It's very modular, if you get me.

But what if I wanted to try this approach with other kinks? Like, ya know, pregnancy or weight gain, stuff like that. What could I exactly turn to as a basis for this? I suppose I am burying the lead here, because I already have something in mind thanks to jeffiot's M. Night video:

Old.

Basically, Old features an accelerated pregnancy; like, duh, where a year is a half hour, you're gonna go from flat to due within fifteen minutes. Only issue is that, tmk, this happens to a teenaged character, who is also only a teen because they were aged up from a six year old. Yeh not sorry but for me, I prefer dealing with women who are mentally AND physically of age, so while the concept is fun, the execution in the film is like. An obvious no for me. I mean, it is of course being played for body horror in the first place, but that's not the factor that is a turn off for me.

So, what do? Easy; rewrite the story with adult characters. Have THEM experience rapid aging in a way that is a lot more sexually charged. Maybe downplay some of the horror elements...change some of the rules...some of the character archetypes were fun. Like a shallow influencer type, or a tense married couple. I dunno I think there's potential here.

I already have a few character ideas myself...I'll ruminate on it, and if I come up with anything of worth, I'll make a follow up post. No promises, though.

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Nah fr man I'm gonna spooge on that magnifying glass I tell you what

Would cuming on any of the objects get them pregnant

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Would cuming on any of the objects get them pregnant

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Full of soup and beb

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Happy Father’s Day!

Course, as we all know, some dads can also get preggy. And have babies. So Father’s Day is just as meaningful in this community as Mother’s Day is. So a good one out there to all the good dads who deserve it.

No pics this time, sorry. Don’t exactly get mpreg stuff myself, so uh. Yeh.

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To those interested in commissioning me

Hi, sorry, I should have said something sooner, but I kept going "I'll get to it tomorrow" and now I'm kinda at a point where maybe tomorrow is gonna be tomorrow-tomorrow tomorrow (ie. not for awhile)

Life hit me like a ton of bricks and has made it hard for me motivation wise to want to do commissions at the moment. I am going to have to take a brief pause and re-open commissions come next month.

In the meantime, I've been trying to apply to places again, reworked my resume and just throwing it all at the wall to see if SOMETHING sticks, even non-art related stuff.

Got myself a lot of projects and don't want to overextend myself in the process. Sorry for the wait, but thank you for your support and love <3

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Speed Bumps [Trade Commission]

I actually forgot for what reason I wrote this for @plutocratics but honestly I don't super mind cause they my friend and I like writing for them :]

Silly lil story of her OC Kareligh and my OC Rose going for an early morning jog, and one of them VERY much does not like this. This was a fun one to write, cause I love both of these scrungles. And I am very proud of the title for this one too. Enjoy!

Commissions and mutual trades are open, DM for more info.

Word count: 1265

This story contains: Pregnancy, light whump vibes

“Good morning, Kareligh. Time to get up!”

“...wh-what…?” Kareligh mumbled, blinking up. Standing at her doorway was Rose, who she quickly clocked as being dressed in a pair of track shorts and a tank top, which managed to fit over her own twin bump. Her eyes then drifted over to her alarm clock, which just now ticked over to being five o’clock. “...what the fu—?”

“Come on, up and at them,” Rose continued, flicking on the room lightswitch.

“GAH!” The precursor winced, covering her eyes before throwing a pillow over her head.

“Try not to be so loud. Lucas is still asleep.”

“Shouldn’t you be too?!?” She hissed, pulling the pillow down and glaring daggers at the vampire. “By the metrics of this dumb little clock, the sun isn’t even up yet!”

Rose chuckled dryly. “Why, yes. Of course the sunlight adverse vampire would want to get in her morning exercise before the sun is out.” She placed her hands on her hips. “You were the one who said you wanted to see how the average pregnant woman lived here. Of course, I am not the average pregnant woman, but I did find your reasoning of wanting to ‘prove superiority’ to be…interesting, so may as well show you along my average day.”

Kareligh stared at her with an incredulous look. “Your day starts this early???”

“It will all make sense. Trust me,” Rose smiled, winking at her. “Now, come on. Get up and get going already.”

“But I’m tiiiiirrrrrreeddddd…”

“Do you actually feel you will be able to fall back asleep? Better for you to just stay up when you get up.”

Kareligh groaned loudly, laying back with eyes closed for a solid minute. She then sighed. “Okay, fine. FINE.” She huffed, sitting up and tossing her covers aside. “Give me a little bit to get ready, at least?”

Rose conceded to that, leaving the guest room for the living room. As she idly waited, Kareligh eventually came back out, dressed in rather striking attire. She wore a black set of a sports bra and track shorts, though both having neon trim; the top having purple and the shorts having green. Her bump, which was notably larger than Rose’s despite both being at around the same marker, was on full display.

The vampire blinked, a bit bewildered. “Is…that really what you want to wear outside?”

“Yes! Why shouldn’t I!?” She snapped, suddenly a touch angry. “I should be able to show all the beings of this pathetic world the proud precursor legacy I am forming within me!” She poked at her belly for added emphasis.

Rose blinked again, before shrugging. “Alright. If that is what you want…you are a grown woman, after all.”

“That’s right!” Kareligh declared with a cocky smirk. “Now then…shall we be off?”

Rose led them down to the lobby of the apartment, and out into the city streets. It was about mid spring, a distinct chill still in the early morning air. Aside from the occasional car or dog walker, the streets were practically empty.

Kareligh made a face as she looked around the barren streets. “This is not right. Much too early. Hardly anyone is even out yet. This is clearly a sign your behavior is unusual and possibly dangerous. Therefore—”

“Nice try,” Rose chuckled dryly, grabbing her compatriot’s shoulder just as she was turning around. “Give everyone else five minutes or so, and these streets will be very crowded. We are simply getting ahead of the curve. So let us get going, yeah?”

Kareligh groaned, but reluctantly returned to Rose’s side as the two started running down the sidewalk. At the very least, with the lack of crowds, they could continue running without being directly interrupted, but that was only a small saving grace for the precursor. It had only been five minutes, but she was already huffing and puffing like an old woman, just barely keeping pace with Rose, who was far more controlled. By the time they made it to a crossing, Kareligh looked utterly wiped.

“Are…you going to be alright?” Rose asked, as they waited for the sign to change.

“Huff…of COURSE!!” She shouted, looking like she was about to collapse. “I am…the PEAK…of performance right now…if anything…why are you not…lacking behind???”

“I keep in shape,” Rose remarked simply, deciding not to trouble her with the concept that she lacks the need for air as she appears to. “We can take the crossing slow, if you need it.”

She didn’t respond verbally, but when the sign did change, she matched Rose’s slower pace. 

As they walked across, someone else passed them by, and seemed to be practically standing in place. His eyes were wide, and were locked on directly to Kareligh, specifically her bump.

The precursor quickly felt her face heat up at the realization. “Wh-What?” She huffed at him all of a sudden. “Wh-Who do you think you are to so…so rudely stare at me!!” She appeared to be trying to make herself look bigger, but her shaky voice reduced the effect. “K-Keep your eyes off of me, you…you…something!!”

Rose hurried to her side, pulling her back. “Apologies. My friend here, she has gotten rather moody lately,” she noted with a chuckle, as she half-dragged Kareligh away from the startled individual. It was only after they returned to the sidewalk and had walked a few blocks that Rose finally turned her attention back to her. “What the hell was that about??”

“That man was staring at my stomach!” She hissed. “What was his problem??”

Rose sighed. “That man’s behavior was incredibly unwarranted…but you do know you make for a strange sight dressed as you are, hm?” She poked at Karleigh’s exposed purple tummy.

“Enough of this!” She grumbled. “Just…let us resume.”

The two continued their run—Rose easily taking the lead as Karleigh lagged behind—with not much else stopping them. It was about a half hour before Rose stopped, with Karleigh coming up behind her, nearly out of breath. “What…is it…this…time…?” She panted, sounding a little frustrated.

She glanced back at her, and smiled. “We have reached our destination.”

Gesturing in front of her, right at the corner was a small outlet store, painted out in blue and white. A sign above it read ‘Olly’s Bagels & Subs’, with both a bagel and sub roll around it. From the looks of it, the workers inside were nearly ready.

“Excellent timing, too,” Rose nodded, as Karleigh looked on, blinking. “Just as they are opening up. Could not have asked for a better arrival.”

Karleigh jerked her head in Rose’s direction, and gave her a look. “You…woke me up at five in the morning…had me run miles out here…get stared at by some random person…for human bread???”

“The bagels here are homemade, and the best in Calum,” Rose shot back, placing her hands on her hips. “Not to mention they are highly customizable, which means I can get peppers and mayo on my bacon egg and cheese bagel.” She flashed a cocky smirk.

“Amazing…,” Karleigh grumbled. “Well, you go in and have that, I guess. I’ll just wait out here, until you’re done.”

“You do not even want to try one?”

Karleigh opened her mouth, about to go on a whole spiel about her superior precursor biology and how she lacked the need for mortal energy…until her stomach growled. She looked down at it in shock, completely caught off guard.

Rose raised a playful eyebrow at her.

“...fine,” Karleigh huffed, blushing a tad. “I will get…something. Happy?”

“Moderately,” the vampire chuckled, as the two waddled into the bagel shop.

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Artist I like who does fat and muscle art is doin art of Invisible Woman...but with her buff instead of BBW. I'm fiiiiiiiiiiiiineeeeeeee.

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Sinclair Suffering Special [Trade Commission]

Let it be known that @plutocratics came into my DMs and verbally assaulted me with the concept of "Sinclair pregnancy". That said, she actually has some lore around it and honestly? Quite epic. We be cookin with Invincible ideas, her and I.

Anyways, I decided Pluto needed a lil treatsy-treat, so I made their half of this trade extra long (plus a bit more; that Kate pic was a bonus for it). Course I was prob gonna add it anyways, cause genuinely? Kinda cooked here. Wasn't originally gonna share this, but I enjoyed writing it and I'm honestly kinda proud of it. So here. Take it!

Commissions currently closed, but will reopen on the fifth! Trades with mutuals are still open, though!

Word count: 2405

This story contains: Pregnancy, trans male pregnancy, whump, water breakage/early labor

Why am I even here? Aren’t I smarter than this?

Sinclair mused to himself, utterly frustrated by his current predicament. Sure, being stuck under Cecil’s thumb and forced to make his reanimen with subgrade materials wasn’t exactly living in paradise, but it was at least better than being where he was now. At the very least, he had back up plans in place to ditch should any of the big man’s plans go south, which were now even at more risk of being found out. He was locked in a safe house, some thousand of miles away from any sign of life, with nothing but limited radio and television to keep his attention. Was it really worth it? He fumed to himself.

He then felt a kick. A strong one at that. He nearly fell from his chair.

For as much as Sinclair totted his reanimen as the pinnacle of his achievement, he never found himself satisfied. He always felt like something was missing, something grander. At one point, well before he called himself ‘Sinclair’, he had thought it was the Immortal; after him, Omni-Man. Then there was Janus. Janus…an entirely different breed of being. One that still puzzles him to this day. The one who could truly rise to the top among them all and crown himself the deity of all beings. A king amongst kings. The Alpha and the Omega.

And then he fell for Cecil. Cecil, of all people. 

Truly, an actual superior being would never fall for such a frail, human life, right? So Janus could not be it, certainly not. At least, that’s what he told himself, whenever thoughts of the gold-blooded god reentered his mind. No, the true peak of beings has still yet to make itself known to him, so he must wait until that day comes. And soon, the day did. In the form…of Conquest.

A man of science and intrigue he may be, even Sinclair thought keeping the mad Viltrumite alive was a foolish move; from what he’s gleaned from other scientists around the Pentagon, the theoretical amount of energy needed to eliminate a fully grown Viltrumite would be equivalent needed to eliminate nearly half of Europe. He knew for a fact that Cecil barely had enough tech to saw off Portugal.

That said, as far as he was concerned, Sinclair had found his true alpha. The true apex of all living beings across the universe. Conquest was who he wanted. Getting a sample of his DNA was simply enough, as a start. From there, crafting something that could develop further was easy enough; all that was left was to provide a second donor of DNA and a host in which his perfect being could grow within.

In all of his greatness, Sinclair decided that it would be him who would carry this child.

He had no idea why he decided this, ultimately. A lapse in judgement, a bid to stroke his ego, perhaps a bit of both. Regardless of the reason, the true gravity of the situation did not truly hit him until he felt the first flutters a few weeks in, and his pants began to no longer fit properly. He was going to grow. And he was going to get big.

Fortunately, for a start, his lab wear was able to obfuscate how big he actually was, and even then, he grew fairly small. Back then, he was at least afforded some privacy in his own quarters, so it wasn’t even that he had to hide it at all hours of the day. He knew he didn’t even have to hide it for the full duration; if he could at least manage to the final weeks or so, by then it would be too late, and Cecil would just have to deal with it. By all measures, everything was going exactly to plan.

And then, he had a growth spurt by the seventh month.

It was sudden, too. As if overnight, and there was no lab coat in the world that could hide it now. Though he supposed his bouts of body ache and morning sickness may have given away hints, this was the smoking gun that revealed his ploy. And did Cecil ever find out. Sinclair was surprised just how upset the man could get, or that he could display any other emotion beyond dry sarcasm. He even nearly got physical with him, before clearly thinking better of it. Sinclair could only assume this outburst stemmed from the director growing soft due to his own impending fatherhood. Despite that, he still showed his worth as GDA director, and sent Sinclair off reanimen duty to special containment. 

That is how he ended up here. Locked up, under constant surveillance, and heavily pregnant with an incredibly powerful child. Sure, he had an on site medical staff for when the baby does come, but they weren’t exactly the most caring doctors, and they could only do so much when it came to dealing with ‘small’ things. The consistent activity, for one thing, has only gotten worse since he’s gotten bigger.

This is insane! He huffed, holding his belly as he looked down at it in doubt. Such intense pains…there is no way expectant mothers can just DEAL with this! He then began to muse to himself. Perhaps it’s a sign of the child’s growing strength…yes…born from the strongest among Viltrumites, it must be a sign that—GAH!

He winced again, gripping his stomach as he felt much more intense movements within him. He could even see as parts of his stomach bulged out in certain spots, the baby pressing its feet and hands against the inside of his body. The very sight of it nearly disgusted him, but he knew it was worth it. It had to be, at this point.

Gripping his desk, he pushed himself to his feet, slow and difficult. Sinclair was by no means out of shape, but he wasn’t exactly strong either, so adding a practical extra ten pounds to his body to carry wasn’t exactly easy for him. Much to his embarrassment, there had been times when he had gotten stuck in his bed, and a medical personnel had to come in and help him. Granted, it was not his own call, but rather Cecil calling someone in from lack of movement on his end; semantics aside, it was far from his most ideal moments.

Getting to his feet, he glared around the room, suddenly feeling a hot flash over himself. While he hated nearly everything this pregnancy has induced in him, the sudden shifts in temperature was among one of the worst things; one moment, he’ll be entirely fine, and the next, it’ll feel like he’s bundled up tightly on the hottest day of the year. He tugged at his collar, trying to get at least some air circulation through his clothes, before wincing again. Braxton Hick, he grumbled. He was still a few weeks away from being due, but it’s clear his body was starting to prepare itself for the eventual birth. He continued to be impressed with ways the human body could inflict such pain on itself like this.

Taking a moment to lean on his desk, he breathed through the practice contraction until it finally passed, and soon his temperature returned to normal. Even without moments of his body trying to harm itself, being pregnant on its own wasn’t exactly pleasant. Merely existing with a belly meant his back ached, his feet were always sore, and he consistently had a feeling of dizziness. If there was any consolation, the morning sickness he had dealt with early on had reduced down to a minimum since his second trimester. It wasn’t a lot, but it made the whole process a lot more manageable.

Glancing back, he reached for his crummy radio and flicked it on. Only three channels came in, but fortunately one of them was a classical music channel. To his small relief, they were in the middle of playing one of his favorite Tchaikovsky pieces, which did not invalidate his suffering, but at the very least made it somewhat more palatable, so to speak.

Eyeing his bed, he began to make a slow and gradual path towards it. At this point, he was so large that it’d be much easier for him to waddle, which he admittedly would not mind doing. The thing is, he knew Cecil was watching, and if not him, either his glasses wearing sycophant or another of his GDA goons. The absolute last thing he wanted was footage of him moving around like a penguin recorded on government cameras and locked away for who knows how long. Through this experiment, with all its ups and downs, he knew there was at least one thing he could manage to maintain: his dignity.

That said, attempting to walk properly with a belly as big as his proved difficult. He practically had to hold it up and out of the way to allow his legs to move freely, but doing so put a good bit of strain on his back. He had no idea if this actually looked less embarrassing than just waddling—in any case, it was definitely much slower and laborious—but by now he had committed to it as being his way of getting around.

Finally at his bedside, he plopped himself down, and took a minute to catch his breath. Of course, even walking a few feet takes it out of me, he thought to himself, cursing under his breath. But this child that shall be born…their stamina will be high enough that they can travel the world without breaking a sweat. They can fly to the moon in an afternoon without increasing their heart rate. They will be the most perfect specimen on this planet…and they will be mine…

He placed a hand on his stomach, and ever so slightly rubbed it. He wasn’t really one for outward affection, naturally seeing it as a weakness, but he’d be remiss to say that he didn’t feel the slightest bit of connection to the child within him. If anything, he chalked it up to an imbalance of hormones caused by creating a new life, nothing more. The alpha he was making, it was nothing more than a tool, really. An experiment to create life even better than his reanimen. Yes, he cared for it, but simply because it was his creation. It’s not like he—

He shook his head, and took a breath. No, he told himself. Enough of thinking that way. I am getting delusional. I have been up for much too long. There was no form of clock in his room, so whether it was night time or not, he did not know. Not that it mattered, as most of his time for the past few weeks was spent napping in some form. My mind will be clear as soon as I get some rest…

The bed provided wasn’t exactly the most comfortable, especially in his condition, but it was better than nothing. As he laid down, he found his gaze slowly shifting from the blank white ceiling above, to the large pregnant bump in front of him. He made a face. You know you got me into this, he thought to himself, staring daggers at his belly. I had successfully hidden you for six months already, and you just HAD to have a growth spurt. Not that I am surprised you’d be big, but you could have at least saved it when you were closer to being due.

With a grumble, he crossed his arms and shut his eyes, trying to get some sleep. Sleep was something that was hard to come by these days, thanks to how active his occupant could be. Fortunately, they seemed oddly quiet for the time being, so he decided to take a chance and see if he could sleep even if just for an hour. Despite the exhaustion he felt, he found it difficult to completely fall under; his mind continued to race, though where exactly his thoughts ended and his dreams began, he could not say.

He saw his creation. Young. Full of vigor. Ready to take on the world. He was at his very command, willing to do whatever he asked of him. The GDA crumbling under him, Cecil humiliated and left begging for mercy under his heel. His revenge on Invincible, and inaugurating him as the leader of his Viltrumite reanimen. A week going by, and the world was his. And Conquest? He fell so easily. The next generation clearly is stronger than the older, previous one. He saw himself walking up to the wounded and dying would-be conqueror, a cocky and confident grin on his face as he gave him a final monologue. He was unsure what he said exactly, but he knew for sure it was clever and definitely made Conquest feel even more inadequate. Just as he was about to administer the final blow—waves? The sea? Something began to wash around in his ears. What was it? A loud, crashing sound. A shadow loomed over him. Looking up, he saw a massive wave, just as it came crashing down on him.

He woke up in a cold sweat, eyes bulging out. Once more, he tugged at his color, feeling damp all over. And yet, even as he began to cool off, he could feel something was off. As if one part of him was damper than the…

“Dammit it all!” He muttered through gritted teeth, realizing that his water had just broken. Early, too, at that. Looking around, he heard no sounds from outside his room, so he assumed no one had been alerted yet. Going to his bedside, he saw the bright red button that laid there, only to be pressed should he need any medical assistance.

For the briefest of moments, he held off on reaching for it. But then, a contraction came over him. A real one. He felt his whole body tightening up, a pain like no over roaring through his body, but especially around his stomach and crotch. The urge to push flooded his mind, but he knew better than to do it now. When it finally passed, he found himself soaked once more, and short of breath.

Turning once more to his nightstand, he growled, reaching out, and rapidly pressed at the button.

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A Surprise Visit

I'll admit, this isn't what I usually post. When I worked with Monster on that trade a month or so back, I kinda enjoyed writing for his FFXV boys, and I kinda got inspired to write a bit o' something myself. So here's a lil something of Noctis and Ignis chatting up some baby talk after a visit from a very round Lunafreya. Dunno if I'll write more for this setting, but if I end up getting inspired again, I just might. We'll see.

For the record, this is disconnected from the setting as depicted in "Four becomes Five". It's reminiscent, but it's its own thing.

Commissions currently closed, but will reopen on the fifth! Mutual trades are open, though!

Word count: 1381

This story contains: Pregnancy, sexual allusions

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Noctis quietly opened the door to his home, only to walk into the kitchen and come to a halt.

“Ah, Noct,” Ignis smiled, waving to his husband. He was seated at the dining table, while across from his sat Lunafreya, who was at the moment very pregnant. “Wasn’t expecting you home so soon. Something come up at work?”

Noctis took a moment to glance at Lunafreya for a moment, his eyesight growing hazy for a brief moment, before bouncing his gaze back at his husband. “Shipment mistake. We ended up with crates of frozen patties instead of fish. We’re closed until we can get it sorted out.”

“Oh, that’s rough,” Lunafreya remarked, wincing a tad. “Hopefully, won’t be too much of a strain on you two.”

“We’ll manage for a few days,” Ignis responded, as Noctis made his way over to the fridge. “Not like we have nothing saved or anything.”

“I know, I know. You just know how I worry about you two boys.”

“Whatcha doing here, anyways?” Noctis asked rather bluntly, as he cracked open a can of soda.

“Just some HOA business,” she remarked plainly. “I could tell Iggy here was relieved when he heard we’re much looser on things here then where you were last time.”

Ignis chuckled a bit bashfully, adjusting his glasses. “Y-Yes, right. Anyways, thanks again for coming over about it, Luna. Can’t imagine it’s too easy with your condition and all.”

“My condition?” She chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “I’m pregnant, not sick. If anything, I was happy to get out of the house for a while. Lucien’s been a gem helping me out, but it means I spend a lotta time sitting on my ass.”

“You’re making a baby. That’s something,” Noctis pointed out bluntly.

“Noct!”

“Heh, he’s right,” Lunafreya noted in playful agreement, grabbing the table and pushing herself to her feet. She then paused, and winced a tad. “Ooh…”

Ignis quickly jumped to his feet and to her side. “Hey, is everything alright?”

“Yes…just a bit of movement,” she remarked with a small chuckle. “Well, a lot, to be more accurate. So close to being due…really, I wouldn’t be surprised if I pop any day now.”

“Mm,” Noctis nodded, sipping his drink as his eyes lingered on her belly. “Well, let us know when you do. If you need the help. We’re just up the road, after all.”

“Of course,” she nodded, gently waving off Ignis. “Course, Lucien and I have a plan for when the baby does come, but with how stressed he’s getting over it all, I worry he’ll have a hernia if even the smallest thing goes astray. That includes the baby coming early.”

“You’d think he’d account for that…,” Noctis quipped under his breath, can to his mouth.

“Maybe Gladio could stop by? He’s worked with expectant couples a few times, he might be able to provide some…pointers? Exercises?” Ignis shrugged. “It’d be something.”

“I’ll see what we have time for,” she noted, and then her face lit up. “Oh, and speaking of time, better get going. Lucien is cooking up some sliders, as per my request.” She smiled regally. “Plus, I’m sure you boys have some plans, so I’ll get out of your hair now.”

“Always nice to have you over,” Noctis nodded, smiling at her. “When ya finally have the kid, bring your family over and we’ll have a cookout or something. Been forever since we’ve had one.”

“That sounds great, actually!” Lunafreya nodded. “We can hash out the details later on. I’ll just see myself out. Have a good evening, you guys!”

The two said their goodbyes, watching as she waddled her way down the hall to the door, and soon out of the house. “What a remarkable woman she is,” Ignis commented with a light chuckle. “Such a pleasure to talk to even when it’s that drab HOA stuff. I can see why you had eyes for her all those years back.”

“Yeah, back when I liked girls,” Noctis joked, and the two laughed. Silence hung between them for a moment, only broken by the sound of Noctis sipping, before the darker haired man spoke back up. “You ever thought about having a kid with me?”

“Occasionally,” he responded quickly, and with a shrug. “Not that I’d mind for the sake of it, but I heard from Prompto the whole adoption process is a bit of a—”

“No, no,” Noctis shook his head, interrupting him. “I mean, like. A child between the both of us. Not adopted.”

Ignis gave him a strange look. “You mean like…establishing some kind of surrogacy of the sort? Well, I guess I wouldn’t—”

“Ignis.” Noctis spoke flatly, which came as a bit of a shock to him. “I was asking in the sense of what if I got you pregnant.”

“What if…WHAT!?!” Ignis yelped, jumping back almost. “Noctis, what are you…what spurred this?!”

He gave his husband a look. “You’re smart, love. I don’t need to spell it out.”

Ignis sputtered. “Wh-What, Luna?! Did seeing her today suddenly make you want to, what, knock me up?” He seemed to have calmed down a bit, but still looked on in bewilderment.

“She’s our neighbor. I’ve seen her a few times in the past months,” Noctis remarked, his tone still casual. “It’s been…circulating. In my head. Seeing her today…guess it just set me off, ya know?” He set his can down, and gave his husband a more serious look. “Are you against this idea?”

Ignis opened his mouth to answer, before closing it. “Not…entirely,” he continued after a moment, pushing up his glasses. “I was just a bit shocked, is all. Didn’t seem like you to suggest something like this, especially not out of the blue.”

“Like I said, it’s been circulating,” he noted, pointing at his head. “Probably wouldn’t even have said anything if Luna wasn’t here today. Maybe not ever even. I want you to at least understand two things.” He turned his head away for a moment, staring down at the counter. “One, I know it’s a lot to ask for, considering what you’ve had to deal with before. It could reopen some old wounds. You’d have my full support, of course, but you can say no. And two…,” he took a breath. “...I only bring this up because…I do want to have a kid with you, Ignis.”

Ignis’s eyes widened, as he stared at his husband. Noctis turned to look at him, a small yet bright smile on his face. “I’d love to share the experience of having a child with you, love. But I want it to be something you love, too. So, I’m more than happy to take a different avenue if that suits you better.” Slowly, he extended his hand out, offering it to his husband.

Ignis, while still a bit surprised, yet also equally touched, stood there for a moment in frozen contemplation. A million different ideas and emotions were spinning through his head at the moment. Maybe there was something clever he could say, something romantic or sexy. Maybe skip all that and drag him back for making out. But there was also a fear gnawing at him, that common of possible parents. Worry about being a good parent, but also the desire to want a child. Even then, there was another fear, that of becoming pregnant as the man he was now. He had to admit, his mind zipped to the worse case scenarios…but he’d be lying if the happier moments didn’t shine through as well.

Collecting himself, he simply smiled, reaching out to take his partner’s hand and squeeze it. “I’ll need some time to think it over. But…I’m happy you want a child with me, Noctis. It means a lot.”

Noctis’s smile grew. “Of course. And please, take all the time you need. Last thing I’d want to do is rush into this. Though…there is another matter we’re going to need to figure out soon.”

“Really? What’s that?”

Before he could respond, the quietness of the kitchen was broken by the sounds of growling stomachs from both men.

“Dinner,” Noctis chuckled. “In case that didn’t quite give it away.”

Ignis chuckled as well, before flashing a more confident smile. “Now that is something I think I can handle.”

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Enlarge and In Charge (Commission)

This is the second of two comms I wrote for @denim-lich about their sona and that sexy, sexy vampire of Baldur's Gate fame. The story's are sequential, but you can find the previous one HERE.

This time around, something a lil extra. SEX. That's right. Real, actual SEX. Well, technically there's no penetration but like. There's coming. So get excited! Yay! Oh and the vampire gets BIG btw. Not BIG big but ya know big. Enjoy :]

Commissions currently closed, but will reopen on the fifth!

Word count: 2022

This story contains: Macro, size play, nudity, non-penetrative sex, light aftercare

“So…for what reason are we out here, again?” 

Barry glanced back at Astarion. The party had made camp relatively early tonight, in a very dense wooded area. They had had an incredibly long day, for the most part, dealing with monsters of all varying large sizes. Everyone was more or less tuckered out, so they decided today would be a somewhat day off for them all. Not that any of them had jobs to do, mind, but it was certainly agreed they all needed some extra time to just rest. 

Astarion, ever fittingly, was among them who was definitely behind the idea, welcoming the idea of an early night in. However, not more than half an hour into a light nap, did his partner Barry come in and wake him. They didn’t reveal much, simply asking Astarion to get up and follow them out. While he had some reservations, he was ultimately not immune to his lover’s adorable, pleading eyes, so he agreed and followed them out. They kept going until they reached a small clearing, which is when the vampire finally inquired about their plans.

“Oh, well…” Barry started, seeming a little shy. “I was um…gosh, how do I say this…”

Astarion raised an eyebrow. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you dragged me all the way out here only to get cold feet, my dear. Least spit it out, hm?”

“S-Sorry, it’s just…” they went on, seemingly a touch more confident. “I get this isn’t exactly a thing we talk about a whole lot. Least not to a dedicated degree…”

“Sex?” The vampire inquired plainly.

Barry’s eyes widened, and their face went red.

“My dear…how many times have we had it before?”

“Less that, and more…” they paused, as if looking for the words. “I’d…like to try and explore some new approaches?”

Now it was Astarion’s turn for his eyes to widen. “Oh? Looking to get a little kinky in our sleeping bags, hm?”

Barry chuckled, appearing a bit more at ease. “S-Sorta! Just wanted to ask, ya know. Would you be, ah…against getting…bigger?” They appeared to squeak out that last word.

The vampire blinked. “Bigger? Like…what, from an Enlarge spell?” He chuckled, his tone joking.

“Oh! Uh…yeah, actually,” Barry nodded. “That exactly…more or less.”

Surprise overcame Astarion’s face. “Truly? I…wasn’t being serious there.”

“I was,” they assured him, their tone more even. “I, um, even learned how to cast an Enlarge spell. From memory. Is that…okay?”

He didn’t answer right away. He wasn’t exactly taken aback, so to say. Alarmed, yes, but not really in a bad way. As eccentric as Barry was, which was typical for a bard, he had never expected him to be into anything like this. A bit of magic involved, for certain, but to this degree? And on him?

“D-Dear…?” Barry spoke up again. “S-Sorry if I…”

“Oh! No, no,” Astarion quickly responded, realizing he had been lost in thought. “Pardon, I was just…thinking. About your offer. Is all. Yes.”

“Oh…well, what do you think, then?”

“I…suppose I can give it a try,” he responded simply. “No guarantee I will like it, though! But I am willing to try.”

Barry’s face lit up. “Awesome!! Heh, alright! Let’s see…” They rubbed their hands together, mumbled something to themselves. “Just gotta…remember…”

“What was that about having it from memory?” The vampire teased.

“Hey, just give me a minute!” They laughed, shooting him a smirk. “I know it, just…ah! Got it!” Closing their eyes, they held out their hands and began chanting in an arcane language. At first, Astarion didn’t feel anything; at least, nothing particularly notable. He never had a spell like this casted on him, or many spells at all for that matter, so he was a bit unsure how exactly it was supposed to feel, or if he would feel anything at all.

Ever the impatient one, he was just about to ask if anything was supposed to happen, when suddenly he felt an odd jolt to his system. It was as if every muscle in his body bulged out at once, and grew out considerably. For a minute, he nearly felt off balance, as his view of the world shifted so fast; the ground seemed further away, the trees seemed shorter, and Barry, who was only about a head shorter than him, now appeared so short he actively had to look down to see them. Needless to say, Astarion was utterly stunned.

Barry looked up at him with wide eyes and a slight blush. “W-Woah…h-how does it feel, love?”

“It feels…big,” he commented simply, his voice sounding a small bit deeper than it once was. “But…I look good, don’t I? Just as you pictured?” He smirked, quickly turning on the swagger.

“O-Oh, yes!! Yeah, yeah!!” Barry nodded, a wide smile on their face. “Sheesh, you really are huge…almost like you could…”

“What? Like I could do…this?” Without much of a warning, the vampire reached down and picked up his partner, scooping them up from under their arms. “Well, now. Look what we have here.”

The bard’s whole face went red, their body going rigid in delighted alarm as they babbled rather incoherently. 

“I am judging you like this?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, prompting a rapid series of nods from them. “Wonderful, because I am as well. It’s like having a little Barry figurine.” With a laugh, he playfully began to squeeze and rub on his partner, which only made Barry giggle more in delight. “Heh…now, not that I wouldn’t mind playing with you a bit more, but I believe I was made this size for another reason?” Tenderly, one of his fingers trailed down Barry’s body, and started to tease the area around Barry’s crotch.

Their eyes widened a bit, though still chuckled. “O-Oh, y-yeah, of course, Astarion…since I asked, um, a bit out of you, if you wanna take things in a certain position, I’d be happy to—”

“Your thighs.”

Barry blinked. “...p-pardon?”

“You heard me,” he smiled, shifting to hold his partner in one hand, as the other moved down to playfully squeeze their thighs. “You know how much I love these on you. Is it so wrong to think that I could…fit myself so snuggly between your impressive thighs, my dear?”

For a moment, they were speechless, once again making some sort of pleased yet indecipherable sound, before quickly shaking it off. “Y-Yeah, w-we can do that! J-Just, uh…I should probably dress down a bit, so uh…”

“Oh, for certain,” Astarion chuckled, setting his partner down as he thumbed at his pants. “You don’t want me to chaff on the material of your pants, do you now?”

“N-No-No! C-Certainly!” Barry nodded, as they seemed to fumble with their belt and trousers. “S-Sorry, I’m just a little…frazzled…y-you’re so big and I’m…” By now, their whole head was red, and they had to pause and cover their face.

Astarion simply chuckled, as he similarly began to undo his pants, revealing his already slightly erect cock. Gracious, already? He mused to himself, admittedly quite surprised. Perhaps I am getting more turned on by this affair than I thought…

His attention was locked onto his length, before being pulled back when he heard Barry clear their throat. His partner was now free of both pants and undergarments, and was equally locked onto the vampire’s length. They blinked, before shaking it off. “Ready?” Barry asked, some confidence in his voice.

“Indeed,” Astarion smiled, going down to pick up his partner once more. He took a second to back up, propping himself against a tree, before finally lowering his awaiting partner onto his length. Feeling Barry’s thigh grip him, he couldn’t help but let out a small moan. “A-Aaaaah…as soft as I recall, I see…”

“Y-Yeh, I try to keep them like that,” they noted. “Seeing as how much you like grabbing at them…h-heh…” Their breath got a little huffy, as their pussy rubbed up against the skin of his cock.

“I do not wish to waste another moment,” the vampire grinned, and with great care, began to pull Barry back and forth on his cock. He started slow, giving some time for his cock to grow a bit more and to better position Barry. “Mm, my dear…your supple thighs feel so good on me…”

“S-So happy you’re enjoying them,” Barry purred, leaning part of what they could against Astarion’s chest. “And your dick against my pussy…it’s already making me so wet. Can…can you get a little faster, please?”

He chuckled. “A little needy, are we? Then again, I do love making my bard sing…” he teased, and did begin to work Barry a little faster on his length. True to their word, they were getting a fair bit damp, which only helped with his speed as Barry rode up and down on his cock. “You weren’t kidding…goodness, feels like I may be moving a bit too fast…” Astarion remarked with a deep moan.

“Not a bad thing, is it?” Barry marked, smirking up at him. “You can last, can’t you? I know you can, cause you know you like your cock between my wonderfully thick thighs, right?” A good deal of teasing was clear in their voice.

Astarion could only grunt in response. He had to admit, he was feeling very close, especially with his current speed, but he felt he had to hold out a little more. Barry was worth it, after all. He continued to work him, up and down, back and forth, taking his partner from his very tip down to his base as close as he could.

“You’re doing so good, love,” Barry praised with a chuckle, though also alongside a moan. “Mmm…I-I feel so close…d-do you think w-we could…together…?” They managed to get out between heavy breaths.

Shaky as he was at the moment, Astarion did manage a cocky smile. “What was that, my dear? You have to be specific with me…what is it that you want from me?”

Barry didn’t respond at first, instead just murmuring something under their breath.

“Hm? Pl-Please be specific, my love. I need to hear you say what you want exactly, or else I could just…” He slowed himself down ever so slightly.

“N-No!!” Barry shouted out. “P-Please…I-I want us…to come at the same time! I know we’re both so close, and…I want to share this moment of pleasure with you…please…!”

Astarion grinned, and leaned down to plant a kiss on them. “Good…mmm, hearing you beg has nearly made me burst…b-but I can hold onto the count of three. Are you—mmph—ready?”

Barry was gripping their partner’s chest tight, but nodded their head.

“Good, good…here we go…one…two...aaaaaand…three!!!”

With a small yelp from Barry, he could feel as they came onto his dick. At the same time, a stream of cum began to pump out from his dick. The two held each other tight as both came for a solid few seconds, before eventually coming down, as Astarion slowly slid into a sitting position. “Oh…oh my…fuck…” he panted, rubbing his partner’s back gently. “That was…simply…amazing…”

“Y-Yeah…,” Barry breathed, laughing to themselves. “Aaaaah, it felt so good…even if I…feel really tired now…”

“The feeling is mutual,” he remarked in turn, before another strange sensation came over him. It was a similar feeling as when he was made bigger, but almost inverted. He watched as the world around him grew larger, and Barry became bigger, no longer able to fit in his hands. “Hm. Seems as though the Enlarge spell had worn off,” he commented, examining himself.

Barry appeared to breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh, good…I hadn’t yet memorized a shrinking spell, yet…”

“What was that?”

“Oh, my dear love,” Barry spoke in a dramatized tone. “I am sooooo sleepy now! Can you please carry me back to our tent? Oh, please?”

At first, Astarion raised an eyebrow at him, only to chuckle and shake his head. “Alright, my dear…let us turn in for the night.” Taking a moment to redo his own trousers first, he then hefted his lover up in his arms, grabbed their discarded garments, and started off back for camp.