(pregnancy denial/obliviousness, knight x wizard, belly worship, pregnant sex)
Gruff, older knight getting knocked up by the younger, carefree, scatter-brained court wizard. They've been fucking for a while when the knight's belly starts to swell, but he barely notices, not expecting to get pregnant at his age.
The wizard meanwhile, noticed the knight's belly the last time they fucked, but he totally forgets to actually talk about it, just files it away as fact and continues doing a dozen magical experiments at once.
They don't see each other everyday, as their duties keep them busy, so it's been a week when they are seated next to each other at an official banquet as usual. The knight is quiet, listening as the wizard just chatters away next to him, not eating much because his stomach is upset.
But when the wizard just walks him to his quarters as usual and mentions between magical treatises how much he wants to fuck his knight, all sickness is quickly forgotten as he's been thinking about this all week, libido unusually high for some reason.
The wizard fucks him with his usual enthusiasm and constant praise, running his hands all over the knight's body and paying a lot of attention to his belly.
The knight takes his leave right after, saying he has to get up early to go hunt tomorrow. The wizard gives him one last kiss and waves at his retreating back, already fantasising about fucking his knight again when he's bigger, heavy belly hanging underneath him.
This continues for a months, the knight being teased about his 'beer gut' and that maybe it's time to retire soon. It bothers him, all the more because he really is feeling more tired and slow. Maybe he should pay the physician a visit. He's been feeling ill and his stomach is constantly upset. And he really was gaining weight, the wizard coming up with increasingly novel positions to fuck him comfortably.
Though he never complained about the knight's changing body. In fact, he was practically jumping for joy, constantly rubbing his belly and praising his looks. At least his libido was keeping us with his younger lover.
It was exactly that libido that found him and the wizard fucking up against the wizard's huge desk. Being a fair bit taller, the knight was bent over, hands planted among the papers and quills, fat belly spilling onto the desktop.
But while he's being fucked just right, he feels the same strange sensation in his belly he's had for weeks now, only much stronger. He groans, and frantically pats the wizards thigh behind him.
The wizard pulls out, making him hiss, and sits him in a big chair. Then he kneels and starts massaging the knight's belly, occasionally planting kisses.
A little embarrassed at having his gross bulging gut touched so reverently, the knight looks around for a distraction and finds a loose sheet of paper stuck to his hand, a little damp with sweat. He idly reads it.
If my calculations are right, today is about the halfway point. The recent growth spurt supports my projected due date too. Movement has been getting more frequent. Though he remains stoic, I can see the pregnancy is starting to wear on him, so I've been-
Before he's finished the page, his hands have gotten clammier and all he can hear is his pulse hammering in his head. Stunned, he looks down his belly at the wizard. The constant praise of the past months had rather faded into the background, but now the words were crystal clear.
'My big bear, carrying it so well, growing so big. The kicks are really strong today!'
The knight's eyes return to the slip of paper.
-so I've been keeping an even closer eye. With how quickly he started showing, it might be twins-
'It looks so good on you, big round belly-'
The strange sensation returns, and this time he feels it: movement deep in his womb.
From the wizard's point of view, he was doting on his beloved's belly one second, then watching him flee the room the next.
Tracking down the knight takes hours, convincing him to come back and talk does too, but eventually they return to his quarters together and talk until dawn.
The wizard had agreed to meet the king bright and early yesterday, so he leaves with a thousand apologies and a promise to be back in an hour or so.
The knight spends that hour lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling unseeingly, just breathing in and out. His big, hairy belly rises and falls with each breath. From this angle, he can still see it, growing rounder and then deflating, but always looking frighteningly huge.
He'd been angry at the wizard of course, for not telling him anything, but if he was honest, he was most angry at himself for being an oblivious idiot.
Slowly sitting up took some effort, but feeling the weight of his belly spill unto his lap wasn't unpleasant. Neither was feeling his belly hang underneath him as he carefully climbed off the bed. The looking glass in his quarters was too small to see all of him, but just the sight of his shallow navel and round, firm abdomen sent a shiver down his back.
He lay back down and, almost shyly, touched his own belly. Stroking both hands up and down, he could feel something kick inside and outside.
At some point, the wizard had mentioned that he really believed his belly was big enough for twins. It seemed unimaginable. And yet...
They had forgiven each other before the wizard left, but he was still nervous to return to the knight's quarters. Worshipping your lover's gravid belly, for months, while he himself was utterly ignorant of the life inside, will do that to a man.
But he needn't have worried, as he was flattened against the wall by that same belly as soon as he came in and kissed until there was no air left in his lungs.
One month later, the knight had officially retired, and unofficially been promised he could return to train the recruits whenever he was ready. The wizard and he moved into their new, bigger quarters.
Next spring, he was demonstrating how to hold a sword properly, newly pregnant belly swelling even faster than it had the first time.
