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Apparently I lied when I said I wasn't writing tonight. But now I've done this. I am going to bed lmao. This was a comm for the lovely Luminescent! These are still open :D
Synopsis: He agreed to let two elves use him for a weekend. He hadn't considered just how full he'd be at the end...
His mouth felt dry as he looked between them. Maybe he'd bitten off just a bit more than he could chew, because they were looking at him like he was a piece of meat and they were ravenous carnivores. Maybe that was how he looked to them, god if he knew⌠but he had agreed to this. In fact, been incredibly excited about this in the first place. The way they looked might be terrifying, but it was also utterly thrilling, because he could already see the bulges growing under their expensive, delicately embroidered clothes⌠because they seemed to be just as excited as he was to be used.
"Down." the other slid their hand into his hair, and he dropped to his knees, utterly lost in the fascination of having these powerful creatures wanting to take control of him. The fabric slipped away, their shockingly big member sliding free. He let out a shallow noise in the back of his throat, entirely out of his control, half a croak and half a moan, prompting deep, raspy laughs from both of them. They slid their slender fingers along it, and then moved closer, to allow him to taste the tip on his tongue. Slowly, carefully, he drew it into his mouth, reaching up to run his hands along it. Hard, at first, but their stroked their hands through his hair, encouraging him. Whilst he couldn't get it all in, so immense was the size, they began to whisper to him, praise and promises of just how they would use him. Encouraging each lick, each hum, each almost desperate suck as his hole dampened and dripped down his legs, so eager for - for anything -
And they had promised he wouldn't be hurt and gods, he'd never considered that Elves had fangs, not like a wolf but more like a vampire, dangerous and sharp, their long ears and flowing hair so gentle and beautiful a far cry from the true power that they had. And here he was, human and so very fragile as they started to look around him.
"It's you, then." One murmured, buttery smooth as they reached down. He tilted his head back, long finger curling into his chin, admiring him as he stood almost at tip-toe to meet their sharp-nail touch⌠"Yes. You'll definitely do." and they were chuckling and his whole body tingled.
"There, good, good boy," the hand tightened in his hair as he bobbed more desperately, feeling them tighten, harsh little thrusts into his mouth, past puffy lips. And then they were holding him still with strength, so much strength, heart throbbing a little at the immense awareness they could hurt him so easily and yet they just held him still as they throbbed and - and - he gasped. Or tried to, full-mouthed, throat forced to bob, swallowing desperately rather than choke, hot and thick and flooding into him. His stomach began to ache, and still it went on, eyes rolling back as white spots flickered and when he thought he was going to pass out, suddenly his mouth was clear and his whole body was shaking.
"Oh, he came from that?" one asked, amused, as he swallowed and panted.
"No, not quite yet." the other responded, trailing a hand up his back, claws drifting over his skin and making him shiver. Surprised, he reached down, pressing a hand to his belly - which was bloated. Not immensely, but enough that he could feel that creamy filling sloshing around⌠just from sucking him, and he could tell the elves were no where near empty.
And nowhere near done with him, either.
"There we goâŚ" the one holding him up kissed his neck, and he shuddered. They were still stroking across him, then he was being turned, hands taking ahold of his almost limp body. He couldn't believe it, his brain just a messy fog already⌠moaning loudly as the cock slipped inside him, hands gripping his hips as he faced down, supported so easily by the pair⌠they were so big inside him, parting his lips and filling him from both ends, hands around his torso and he shuddered out a moan. They started out a slow rocking, one into the other, pushing him deeper into the mouth, sliding him back until the thick cock nudged deep, impossible places inside him.
"Please." his voice came out a weak croak, and he wasn't even sure why, breathing coming out in ragged exhales. His eyes were blown wide as he looked up at them. "Please - I want - I want more." as he spoke he knew the words were true. He wanted to be fuller, properly, no matter what they asked for - he just - he wanted to be full -
"We can do that." and everything was moving faster than he realised, lifted, one of them supporting his back, clothes cast aside like shelled acorns. He was being spread, and the one who hadn't been pushing their cock down his throat was now rubbing across his hole, making him shudder in pleasure at the heat and god, what was in that cum that made his belly ache..?
He drew in air where he could, eyes trying to look up but unable to see more than a smooth, powerful chest. Sensation overwhelmed him, a deep rumbling moan running through his body, making the elves using him as nothing but a fucktoy growl against him. The speed ticked up, until he was rocking back and forth, nothing but a spitroast, drawing in sharp breaths, body twitching hard as he came, locking down and whining. But they didn't stop, still slathering him back and forth, panting above him - he was just a toy for them, wasn't he? And it felt incredible, like a fleshlight, nothing but - nothing - head foggy - pleasure overwhelming -
They came nearly at the same time, groaning and bucking weakly as cum flooded inside him. His belly ached, swelling further, and his vision went into shades of gray as he swallowed, struggling to breathe, everything so tight, so full, so tenderâŚ
When the world came out of a fog, he was breathing heavily, drooling down their chin⌠they reached down weakly, rubbing a hand over their swell, feeling the delicate fingers doing the same, soft chuckles echoing around themâŚ
"He's awake. Poor little thing. Were we too much for you..?" one whispered.
"I want more." he slurred, and they laughed, from composed to amused, at the audacity of this humanâŚ
"He wants more."
"Well, we can't deny him, now can we?"
"It would be cruel, I think."
"Ah!" he moaned, unable to help it. His body shook and trembled as they held him, nothing but a fillable pet. He could feel them rubbing against each other with each buck, never leaving him empty, slipping and sliding, his hole twitching beyond his control as he whimpered, begging slurs slipping from his lips, something he couldn't stop, no matter how he tried to harness the babbling. Just a mess, just a mess, squeezing as he came, howling before it was cut off by a ragged kiss. Bodies back and front, making him nothing but a hot, aching sandwich, so full, so - so - oh, fuck, oh, he couldn't breathe, their movements were ragged then he was being clutched and pumped and pumped and fuck, fuck, oh god his vision was white and he was swelling -
They lifted him like he weighed nothing again, hefting him. Spreading his soggy hole, dripping with their seed; moaning against their chest as they slid into him. His legs shook, but they held him regardless, curled into their chest. Full, tight, almost comforting despite the strength, the squishy swell of their belly against the toned one. Fingers moved down, starting to work him wider, and he gasped raggedly, confused at the extra stretch.
"You'll need to be looser." they whispered in his ear, and then he felt the nudge, the shock of fear pulling him a little more towards wakefulness as the other cock began to ease in. They wriggled, moving almost painfully slowly, but never once hurting him. Time blurred, as they stretched and eased him, finally, both of them latched inside him, so tight he didn't think he could even breathe - and then they moved.
"You look so much better than that." the paler elf whispered, smirking at him from where they lounged on the bed. He had just waddled back from the bathroom, a hand around his bloated middle. Movement made him breathless, the immense orb of cum packed so tightly and yet refusing to leak now it had settled. It wouldn't until his body absorbed it, according to them. He couldn't even get his hands all the way around himself any more, only just able to move, hefting his whale of a body - his cum-bloated blimp - where it needed to go. He slumped back onto the bed, and they moved closer. Kissing up the thin skin, making him whimper. The other stirred, chuckling softly, biting his neck and making him whine. They had used him for the whole weekend, just - grabbing him where he was needed, fucking him, bending him, kissing and holding and all the time packing him bigger and biggerâŚ
"You know we have to go soon." the one with the darker skin, his eyes vivid green, trailed kisses up his neck. "But I think we should give you a proper goodbye."
"Yes." pale agreed, smirking as they started to heft him up. "Perhaps we can truly immobilize you. An easy way to remember us, right..?" they laughed, and green-eyes joined in, and he felt his heart drop at the same time his pulse raced, imagining being unable to move, being pinned under his belly⌠fear mixed with arousal but his mouth opened and he croaked -
The clutch I would gift you: soft, marble sized eggs that are pushed into you by the dozen. The eggs of a swamp siren are more like a frogs than a fish. Slimey and fluid like, I want to fill you with so much your belly is a beachball. Then we can plug you up and gently push and massage your stomach so that we can feel them move and shift under the skin~
Eventually they'll grow in size after incubating for a few hours- they only need a day or two before the tadpoles are ready to hatch. But once you push out the eggs into the shallow pool made nursery, we can see about filling you again and again. I have a few friends after all, they need their eggs coaxed out of their members too <3
Oh, man, this just sounds ... incredible. So full but so soft, able to stroke my skin and feel it all wiggling around in there? God, that's bliss, and of course how much weight it would be... and then being full of wriggling tadpoles, my god, I'd be cumming every few minutes as my tummy squirms around ... don't be surprised if I hold them in a bit longer just to feel that, then the rush of wiggly tails all thrashing inside me as they escape.
A monster partner who constantly produces eggs; they back up into a little paunch in their tummy unless they can lay them. The first time you fuck them, it's been a few days since they laid and they promise to pull out but you make them promise to put them in you ... and it feels so good...
You tell them they aren't allowed to masturbate any more. When you catch them, you'll punish them by tying their hands behind their back, and extending the time by a few days. You know they're ready when their belly is paunching out. It hurts not to ride them for so long, you ache seeing how heavy they're getting. You give in after a week and carry that clutch proudly for the few days it takes to lay...
But you get better at waiting. And the longer you wait, the better it is. They crawl to you, kissing, begging, pleading, and you rub their tummy and make them wait ... another day. A few more. They can't wear their shirt any more their stomach is so full and finally, finally you give into their please. Dragging out each scrape, your clit rubbing their bulge, constantly edging until they're a begging mess.
And then when you let them cum, you hang on tight, whimpering and moaning in their ear as each egg pops inside you, until your stomach looks even more bloated than theirs did and they spend the night kissing and loving every swollen inch of you.
"Next time," you croak, "I'm waiting even longer."
a demon finds you, and she de ides to fill every hole while she fucks her many eggs into you. she is somehow both extremely hot and extremely cold to the touch but doesn't cause you any harm, and her glowing orange eyes look at you with intense lust. she fills you with as many eggs as you can take, and leaves you edged, so the eggs can finish the job
It's amazing how overwhelming it is, to give into her. How her skin sends tingles whenever she touches mine, my tentacles thrashing under each gentle ministration, making me feel a way I didn't know I could feel.
Her own tentacles - so different from mine - slipping into my holes as she pounds into my womb, making me feel so stretched out, eyes shut as I suck and tense when I cum and she laughs delciiously in my ears, making me shudder in pleasure.
I feel like nothing but a toy and it is bliss
I can feel the expansion - most of them heavy as my womb swells, but then my ass throbs, too, as I'm packed, and my mouth and stomach as she fills me through and through. I'm just a bag of eggs, an incubator, and then I'm left - teetering on another edge, trembling, too heavy to even move, to do anything but lay there, in anticipation, knowing I could take no more but - wanting more than anything - to be packed a littel fuller -
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Thank you to the lovely @honey-beezs for getting me to write this! <3 (Still taking c0mms).
Title; The Deal
Kinks; oviposition, breeding, inflation, cum inflation, worship/body worship.
Wordcount; 2500
Synopsis: an over-reaching sorcerer summons an eldritch god to strike a deal for power. Of course, gods are tricky things.
Hands trembled just slightly as he moved - keeping them as steady as he could, taking deep, calming breaths. Any mistakes here would be potentially deadly - not just for his body, but for, perhaps, his soul - but the rewards if he got it right⌠the chalk scraped against the floor, finishing that symbol and straightening, ever so delicate to not smudge it with his bare feet. The experiment wasn't quite dark magic, not crossing that threshold, but he wasn't foolish enough to think it wouldn't come without cost. Carefully, almost tenderly, he placed each of the bowls in their assigned points, the precious metal and their potentially more precious cargo - meat, bones, blood, precious crystals, earth⌠the wrong amount, the wrong offering, would bring the wrong thing into his circle. And that was not the plan.
His concern came from a place of confidence, though. He knew what he was going to do, and how he was going to do it. To reach into the void and pull forward the impossible - that was his plan. A whole new level for a sorcerer like him - no common demon or spirit. No. He was reaching for something more immense, more powerful, more awesome - in the most original sense of the word. And the power that would come from dragging a god into this realm, to offering⌠he was sure it would be the greatest prize. As long as he made no mistake.
The last bowl tenderly placed, he stepped into the middle of the circle, considering every gentle-but-confident stroke of chalk on the floor. He took in a deep breath before peeling the last piece of fabric covering him away, discarding it into the corner of the room, just a silky robe that had covered very little. The smell of the chalk against the rough wood of the floor tingled in his nose, reaching to grab and crush the ash between his hands, drawing with two fingers the patterns and lines across his own body, especially that one which covered his smooth belly. Taking a moment to look in the mirror across the space, assuring himself that the rune sat correctly. Yes. Perfect. Dusting the last off his hands onto the floor, he drew in a deep breath⌠then slipped a hand between his legs.
A slight urge to check his notes, but no - the sorcerer knew it, memorised, word and cadence, exactly what he needed to do. Excitement had dampened between his legs, and he pressed his fingertips in slowly, shuddering as he ran them up and through his lips. Pressing on his clit with one, he started to work himself open.
The words fell easily from his lips; so enforced into his brain by hours of study.
"Accipe benedictionem meam super creaturam meam; ibunt in mundum; de me quod vis accipe; Gratis deditâŚ" he moaned, but then repeated it, louder, rougher, as his fingers worked - fluid spattered into the centre of the circle, driving deeper until he doubled over, declaring the words as loud as he could as he came, mind running away with what they might look likeâŚ
Still trembling, damp fingers tugged free, they stumbled away from the circle, drawing in shuddering breaths. The spell was cast, at the least⌠he spread his arms wide, fingertips still shining whilst ash stained the other hand. Deep breaths, legs slightly parted with the stickiness on the top of his thighs. The first part, the summoning. Now ⌠the offer. The chalk lines began to glow, white shifting towards blue, a slight smoking as they illuminated. His heart thudded with excitement.
"Est aliquid magni momenti ante oculos meos. Mercaturam mecum pro pretio." he repeated, loud as he could summon through heaving lungs, resisting the urge to shut his eyes as the bowls began to lift into the air, humming. The magic sparked across his fingers, the glow shifting from blue to deep purple. The items in the bowls lifted out, humming in the air, vibrating - beginning to dissolve to nothing. The gems went first - then the bones, the blood, the meat, and finally the dirt, and all the time he kept chanting, hoping, hoping -
The middle of the circle dropped away, heat and light illuminating the whole space. His eyes were wide, the reality crashing over him. He knew this would be hard. The price he had to pay would be high, but, fuck, if he wasn't excited for what might be asked of him, what might be offered for the power he wanted. He could take whatever they wanted. He could do it. He would be the most powerful sorcerer that had existed without making a deal with a damned demon. A great hand pressed down on the edge of the chalk that still existed, then another, a head lifting, climbing out of the portal in front of him. Ascending - and ascending - and ascending. He had to keep up the chanting, he knew, even if his voice stumbled over how incredible they were.
A great head, topped with something like curving horns. Her very shape seemed to shift just slightly, as if she was too far away, or covered in an oil sheen, a form beyond mortal comprehension. She was towering above him, as her feet stood where the floor had been before the portal had opened - his neck craned back, taking in every inch that he could. Her skin shimmered between the colour, from the deepest black of an endless sea to a pale fluttery yellow-white, as delicate as the petals of a daisy. Hair flowed down to her lower back, and her eyes were almost too bright for him to see. Her body - still somehow shifting around his understanding - slender at the waist but still thick and strong, a warrior - her breasts hung, caught in something almost like silk that wrapped around most of her body, could have rivalled his entire torso in their size.
"Enough, mortal." she held out a hand, clawed nails on the tips, and - smiled, with sharp fangs that sent a shudder through him. Fear or pleasure, he wasn't sure. "I hear your offerâŚ" she leant down before him, eyes meeting his, and reached out - resting against the invisible barrier. "You are already skilled, to have me contained here. But what you want of me⌠to summon a demon is foolishness. To trap a god?" she laughed, and his stomach dropped slightly, the utter sense of danger. "Your confidence astounds me. And yet I do not think you want me for wealth or destruction, now do you?"
He shook his head. He had offered a trade; every word was a risk, in dealmaking.
"No." he confirmed. "I wish for power, yes. I wish to help the world. To be able to heal those who wish for healing; to lift up those who cannot see their worth; to bring life to barren lands. I wish for power of life and love."
"Life and love..?" she murmured. "My power corrupts creatures as small as you. Goodness turns to cruelty by accident. What is kindness for the spider, after all⌠is ultimate cruelty for the fly."
"I understand this." he responded. "I will take the risk to myself for the goodness I can bring the world."
"So be it." she whispered, and pressed her other hand against the barrier. The air filled with light, and then she was free of the circle. He took a half step back as her hand wrapped around him, pulling him closer - her other hand dropped, moving the silk. In front of him rose something impossible, a low gasp in his throat.
It was as long and thick as his forearm, a spiral in deep pinks that lifted from her crotch. The smell of butter and smoke and flowers and metal - every bright thing in the world - flooded his senses, and the urge to fall to his knees and worship itâŚ
"This is what I ask of you." she said. "You can have your power, little creature, and all the costs it takes⌠for life, and love." she threw her head back, laughing. "Worship."
He fell to his knees, leaning in against it, the unbelievable warmth and slickness. He reached out, hands running up each ridge. Almost like some strange sea creature's shell, and yet so alive, as he kissed and licked up the side of it. She hummed softly, sitting back, before tugging him closer.
"Will you accept the cost?"
"Anything." he agreed. She ran a hand between his legs, over his clit, summoning a deep shudder from him.
"Already wet for me, little mortal?" she smirked. "You knew of my gifts⌠and my costs. A smart one. Come." and he shuddered, legs trembling down to the ground, a wave of white-hot pleasure. "I never tire of that. Here." she patted her leg. He stumbled towards it, eyes wide, hands reaching for balance.
"My - my mistress, I will never - I am too small." he murmured, and she scooped him up, meeting his eyes. Her immense knowledge overwhelmed him for a breath, then she was easing the tip inside him. It slid deeper - and deeper - each ridge of the twirled cock popped in with more effort than the last. It was almost like his hips would break, but the stretch was bliss. not pain. His stomach bulged, three quarters of the way down, and he was sure he could take no more. She held him around his ribs, like a flesh light, starting to drag him up and down. It was totally overwhelming, each pop and pull and stretch, moaning, panting, begging. For what, he didn't know. It was pleasure that he couldn't quantify. The crackling edges of his mind couldn't quite uptake that he was being fucked - being bred - by a god.
"Here, little pet." she pulled him in close, face squashed into her bosoms, struggling to draw in a breath but utterly loving being used like this. She was getting rougher, now, little bucks that made him bounced, nothing more than a toy for the pleasure of a god - and what a blessing, to be so good for her, that she wanted to use him -
"Good. Good. Yes. Give in." she whispered in his ear. "Take this power - mm - mortals - always so full of love -" and then she tugged him down, another ripple popping into him and making his toes curl, leaning back as she shuddered all the way down. Her hand ran from his jaw, down through his chest, claw resting on the symbol on his stomach as it began to glow. His legs trembled all over, head thrown back.
"Good, yes⌠there we goâŚ" the first little popping sensation, so very cool inside him, almost yanked him back out of his haze. But there were more, and more, the rush of jelly eggs inside him, and then she put her thumb on his clit, massaging, and he was thrashing. Each violent shake of his body seemed to bring more inside, clenching and pulling on her cock, desperate for that fill. His stomach paunched out; more, then more. The eggs were packing in, so tight inside, skin aching⌠it was bliss. He forced his eyes open, looking at the glowing mark on his swollen belly. It was so much, so full. He wasn't sure he could take more. Shit, what if - what if he couldn't take more? A little cold jolt of fear made him tighten on her, with a gasp. It was going to be hard, he knew that, going in, but - but if he was going to get this power- he hadn't estimated her output. Already so tight, and there were more⌠he looked nearly fully at term with a large babyâŚ
"Good mortal. Oh, you have done well." she began to slide out of him, or rather - to slide him off of her, holding his ribs gently, now. He felt so empty without her, slipping inside, but the moment she pulled him free, a thick finger pressed inside his tunnel, not a single egg escaping.
"You want me to carry your young?" the question came out a slurring mess. His brain felt scrambled, his body twitching out of his control.
"Yes." she whispered back. "This is my power, my gift, for you. But we are not done ⌠quite yet." she leant down, placing him on his back, and latched her mouth over his crotch. Then she spoke again, and he realised the mouth movement had only ever been for his show - her words went straight into his head. "They must be fertilized, after all."
It wasn't quite a tongue that slid into him, although it writhed in a similar way. The sucker on his clit, his already exhausted body twitching, the tentacle that pushed deep into him, coiling and twisting, pressing and pushing until it popped into the mess of eggs, jiggling them - each movement making him shudder more, legs tightening around her horns. The tentacle pulsed, pushed, and then began to disgorge pulse after pulse. The thick cum coated them, swelling his belly into a perfect round sphere, as if he was beyond term. Dopily, he ran a hand over it, groaning⌠when she finally pulled away, she smirked, licking his fluids from her lips and summoning something gold and shimmering in her hand. She slid it into him, where it warmed, molding immediately over his hole and tucking into place.
"What?" he panted, breathless. Sitting up was a challenge, past this aching orb, one hand resting on it and kneading gently. "What is - that -?"
"To keep them in place." she rubbed her own large palm over his belly. "You wouldn't want the magic to escape, after all." she grinned, sharp-toothed, and he saw with clarity the cruelty she held, as well as the pleasure. "My perfect little parcels of power. That's what you wanted, after all. When you take that plug out, you will be able to lay as many as you wish until you put it back in. Each one has it's own magic packed away." she informed him, hand lifting with a smoke image flickering above it. An orb of an egg, then cracked between two hands, and a bright swirl of power - a vague image of a person with a broken leg leaping up, healed - a sick child dancing out of bed - a person digging up a carrot from barren ground.
"Of course, the magic fades within minutes of laying, so I would make sure to only lay what you need at a timeâŚ" she moved away from him, back towards her circle. "If you let the pleasure get the best of you, well⌠it's a shame to waste all that goodness." the lights flickered again, the ground beginning to fall away below her. "Call me if you want a refill, sorcerer." and as she sunk out of sight and the lights snapped back to normal, he slumped on his back, eyes on the ceiling, dazed⌠as his hand itched towards that plug.
When Lexxi finally got home from the doctors, she waddled as quickly as she could into the bedroom, undressed, laid on the bed, and spread her legs for herself. She took out her phone and looked at the selfie she had taken in the doctorâs office bathroom and felt herself instantly get wet. âI am so fucking pregnantâ she thought as she rubbed her huge belly. âSo huge, so bigâŚâŚso gravidâŚâ she felt the need burning between her thighs.
Lexxi had maiesiophilia, and had longed for this her entire life. All she had ever lusted after was to have a huge, ripe belly. Massive tits full of milk. Wider hips and a plumper ass. All of the extra curves she could show off as she waddled around, growing larger and larger. Over the course of the last nine months she was happy to discover her reality was far better than her dreams. She loved every aspect of her new body. She was obsessed over how large and heavy her body had become. How her areolaâs had grown into dark dinner plates. her nipples thickened and rubbery. Her breasts which could only be described like fruit now, two massive full melons hanging off of her chest. Her thickened and softer thighs. Her ass which had become full and plump. And her belly. Large and swollen. Full. Gravid. She loved every aspect of it and even found herself turned on by her stretch marks and how shiny the skin seemed the tighter it was pulled. She observed all of these details and her small had drifted down past her rotund belly, her fingers going through the thicket of pubic hair she had grown, and right to the warm spot that radiated with need. Even her pussy had changed. She felt how swollen and thick her labia lips were. how engorged her clit had become. All of it felt thick and fat. Meaty and full. She was sopping wet as she swirled her fingers in herself and brought her hand back up. Thick strands of her juices clung to her finger tips and she smiled. That was new too and she fucking loved it.
She put her phone down and started rubbing her large mass of a belly with one hand while the other worked at her wet folds. She felt a series of light movements from inside her womb as she started rubbing herself faster. âHeavyâ she thought. âIâm so heavy and pregnantâŚ.â Â
The only drawback was that it would all end a week from now as she was scheduled to be induced. As excited as she was to meet her baby, Lexxi also wanted more. She needed it. If she could, she would want to get pregnant again now. The thought of already being heavy with child and growing larger still drove her on. It was only fantasy but it was one she was happy to dream about. And thankfully she wasnât the only maiesiophiliac in the house. The whole reason she had met her husband online was through their shared interest. and as much as Lexxi adored her new more womanly body, her husband Mark seemed to adore it even more. She felt a wave of pleasure ripple through her entire core and the baby actively started kicking. Lexxi knew an orgasm wasnât far off but she was greedy. She wanted more of everything.
Taking out her phone, she snapped a few lewd photos of her swollen self and sent them to Mark. Just as she was rubbing circles over her throbbing clit she texted him.
âI need you home now. Come home. Fuck more babies into me.â
She felt the crest rising inside of herself and added one more line
This is something Iâve been working on. I did intend this to be a writing blog instead of a reblog one, so Iâll post my writings when I can!
For the Kingdom
Word count: 1,228
Content: Rapid pregnancy, ritual, brood mother, magic, breast expansion, ass expansion, thigh expansion, lactation, impending birth, multiples, not historically accurate, fantasy
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Plumes of smoke wafted in the air and filled the room with the heavy aroma of Kyphi and Frankincense. The priestess added the sacred powders to the hot coals, mixing them together. A plush bed had been carefully put together in the center of the room. The large circular bed was covered in silky white fabrics and thick blue woven blankets. The base itself was encrusted with jewels and hanging from the high ceiling were white curtains of opaque netting.
Potted plants dotted the room, filling the corners and surrounding the bed in a garden of sorts. Many candles were spaced around the chamber giving it a warm golden flickering glow. It was the perfect ambience.
No spot had been left bare. The large stone room had been prepped for the Queen. Only the best would be available for Her Royal Highness.
She stood by the door, her body nude.
Amunet remained still as another priestess painted a stylized frog on her flat bare belly. Other hieroglyphs were painted on her breasts in black, covering her bronze skin in magic spells and sacred incantations that would aid her in the coming ritual. She shivered as the cold paint slicked across her bare skin. Trepidation quickened her breathing, her chest rose and fell quickly despite her efforts to calm her nerves. Her shoulder length black wig felt itchier than ever as she impatiently awaited for her body to be ready.
What she was about to go through was for the greater good of the kingdom. The people would rejoice when they learned of her sacrifice.
She would be forever changed, her body altered permanently. The gods would forever smile upon them. No more would her people suffer and it would be because of her.
Amunet was sacrificing her beautiful slender body for the goddess Isis. Isis would forever be her mistress, the goddess who sustained her longevity and youth. Her svelte curves would be no more. The goddess demanded her sacrifice to appease her. This was how Egypt would prosper once more.
The Queenâs uterus was their salvation.
Finally, the priestess completed her work and led Amunet down the steps, her bare feet taking her to the bed. Her confidence increased with every step.
This was for the good of the people. Good for the kingdom. Good for Egypt. Good for her family. Good for her husband, the Pharaoh.
She settled herself on the bed and lied back, the plush pillows cushioning her body. The priestess approached the bed, the stone bowl with potion in her hands, and fed Amunet the purple liquid. It tasted sweet, like nectar, and swallowed it easily. Warmth flooded her body as it settled inside. Flickers of heat raced through her veins and a shiver ran down her spine as it spread to her belly and loins. The sensation was similar to a good orgasm.
That same heat centered in her belly. She squirmed as a pressure gathered beneath her belly button. A fullness spread out deep inside and grew more intense by the second. Her abdominal muscles screamed for release, the tightness growing worse as time dragged on.
Amunet clutched her flat belly and groaned, the sensations within almost too much to bear.
âMy Queen, relax.â Assured the Priestess, her dark eyes full of warmth as she knelt by the bed. Her long white shift spread out at her knees and into the plush rug.
âItâŚâ Amunet panted, releasing a long breath, âhurtsâŚahhh!â She cried out as the pressure within finally reached its peak. Pain raced through her abdomen as she watched her belly bloat, right before her eyes.
âAh! It isâŚtoo much!â Whimpered the young Queen.
Amunet keened, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. All eyes were on her as they watched her belly bloat again, pushing up beneath the Queenâs hands. The golden flesh kept growing before their eyes, her belly rounding out as it grew bigger.
The Priestess and the others began to chant as Amunet writhed and whimpered on the bed. Her belly continued to take on the shape of a burgeoning fruit. The rest of her body went under some changes to support the Queenâs new rapid pregnancy. Amunet watched as her breasts grew several cup sizes in a matter of minutes, pulsing with new growth and trying to keep up with her expanding belly. Her hips cracked painfully as they grew wider to prepare for Amunetâs new role in life and her ass grew plush and full.
Before their eyes, Amunet took on the visage of a fertility goddess. Her body grew plush and heavier. The Queenâs areolas expanded with the growth of her breasts and her nipples thickened considerably as her body changed.
Pretty soon Amunetâs belly rivaled the largest of fruits, similar to the size of a woman full term with twins. She cradled her expanding stomach as her body ripened like a fruit.
âQueen Mother, your body is changing as it should. Soon it will be over and our mighty kingdom shall reign supreme again!â The Priestess placed her hand on Amunetâs growing belly, the bronze orb sitting heavily upon her hips. âSoon, your first litter will be here, birthed from your loins.â
âF-forâŚmy people. Anything!â Panted Amunet, struggling through the pain.
Amunetâs belly grew so round and large that she couldnât see above it anymore, nor see the Priestess who sat between her legs with her hands on it. Tiny stretch marks decorated the sides of her belly with a linea negra long appeared down the center of the orb. Her belly button popped out high above, a small relief from the pressure. She spread her fat, meaty thighs when she felt movement stir to life within her grossly expanded womb.
The future of Egypt would soon be bornâŚwith many more litters to come.
The Queen was now a Brood Mother. A living fertility goddess. Perpetually giving birth to new citizens of her kingdom. This was what the goddess demanded of her.
No other could do so.
Only her.
Movement fluttered beneath her stretched skin, her babies growing and fighting for more room within. Pretty soon they would be fighting to be born, pushing through her birth canal and into the world.
She pressed her hands into the tight drum of her belly, rubbing where tiny feet appeared. Feeling them so active inside of her filled her with a motherly love she had never felt before. The desire to hold them and feed them grew stronger. Her brood would be healthy, the healthiest in years.
At last, her belly ceased growing. The Queen Mother lied there trying to caress every inch of her enormous pregnant swell. Her nipples began to leak milk, a steady white drip from her fat teats, ready to feed her children. Soon her body would be ready to welcome her children into the world and feed them. In this room would be where she stayed, kept hidden and safe from the dangers of the outside world as she replenished the kingdom.
A priestess fed her fine foreign small round fruit, grapes they were called, as she lay there rubbing the expanse of her middle.
âSoon, my children, I will welcome you into this world and we shall strengthen our kingdom once more.â She smiled, letting herself relax into the pillows.
thinking about a monster that pumps so much cum into you that you already look hugely pregnantâonly to discover that it actually has knocked you up, and its young are even bigger
let's say a centaur makes your belly swell into a perfect half-sphere in front of youâbut then you realize that you're pregnant with twin foals, so heavy already that you can barely stand on your own, and they still have so much growing to do
or a dragon pumps you so full that your belly button pops out immediately, but then you realize that the egg it finally managed to push through your cervix will spend two years growing inside of your womb before it's ready to be laid, and it's already so big that you can barely move without getting distracted by the way it jostles inside of you
what about a pack of werewolves who all take a turn knotting you and making sure all that hot cum stays plugged inside of you where it's supposed to be. and then you realize that you're pregnant with not one litter but severalâand each of them has at least half a dozen pups, all starting to kick and wriggle already
or some kind of mermaid, a shark or enormous river eel, that pumps you full of eggs and then swells your belly with its come to make sure they take. looking down at your swollen belly, you can't imagine how it will get any biggerâbut you know that there are hundreds of tiny eggs inside of you, already starting to grow
whatever the species that's growing inside of you, all that matters is that as swollen and round as your belly is already, it's only going to keep getting bigger and heavier until you're fuller than you ever could have imagined. good luck being satisfied with an empty womb after that! but great news: whatever creature bred you so thoroughly, they're sure to come back and do it again. after all, you did such a good job the first timeâwhy waste a good breeder when you can make sure they stay full and happy for the rest of their life?
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i wanna be so fucking immensely full of big babies rn, i want to be too big to fit in a car / too big to reach any table i try to sit at, i want them to kick so hard i cant walk
How much food would you need to devour in hopes of satisfying your brood?
Without a doubt, theyâre going to take after their mother. Me being an unapologetic glutton with no shame or care about what I eat. I bet my babies will be packing on the pounds along with mommyđĽ°â¤ď¸growing nice and big and fat inside my womb, making mommy grow huge and heavy beyond belief~ making my womb streeeetch to contain their growing bodies. The umbilical cords pumping fattening food into them by the boatload whenever I eat a mealđâ¤ď¸its gonna be one hell of a birth, pushing these obese calves out of me!
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