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Obviously the king and queen cannot find out that their precious little boy (he's like... 25) (they are very protective) has been fucking the captain. Breeding him, even. Not that he himself was aware of that fact.

And the captain, well into his forties, hadn't even considered the possiblity.

So he had quite a shock when the little paunch he had turned into a modest beer belly turned into a suspiciously round and hard gut.

Even then, it was the prince who first floated the possibility, while possessively rubbing the swell, no less. It was hard to believe. Looking in the mirror that day, the captain saw a man past his prime whose tough, battle-scarred body had started to soften somewhat.

The prince, chin hooked over his lover's shoulder, saw an unspeakably gorgeous man with biteable thighs, pinchable nipples, and an irresistable layer of dark fur over most of his body, whose lower belly was sticking out in a way that had nothing to do with age or the rich food at every banquet.

Reaching around, he cupped both hands over the captain's womb, thumbs stroking the thickest patch of hair running down from his navel.

He caught the exact moment the eyes in the reflection before him opened wide in realisation.

They should probably have spent the next hours having a serious conversation, but they ended up naked and sweaty instead.

Every now and again, the memory of that afternoon swam into the captain's mind at inopportune times, and it took everything in him not to replay the whole scene slowly until he was in his bed that evening.

He'd never forget half-sitting, half-laying back on the prince's desk, folded in half, legs hooked over the prince's shoulders, clenching around his cock. His belly had been just a bit fat to him this morning. Unchanged, it nonetheless felt heavier now, like all the weight of this new knowledge had settled in his womb.

He distantly felt like he should be more worried, but with the prince taking him more vigorously than ever and breathlessly wondering how good his belly would look in a few months, all he felt was a not unpleasant lightness in his head.

And so he avoided dealing with the problem as long as he could while trying his hardest not to let anything interfere with his duties. Which meant spending a good hour most nights with one hand down his trousers and one feeling his belly.

It had been bliss, until other people started to notice and it became a dangerous secret again. At his wits' end, he decided to take the ancient court wizard into his confidence.

He relayed the whole story without ever mentioning that the lover who knocked him up had been the prince, but there was a twinkle in the wizard's eye that suggested he knew anyway. Other than that, the old man wasn't paying much attention to the whole story, fiddling with the thousand object strewn across his study instead.

Before the captain had reached the end of his story, he threw the scroll he happened to be holding over his shoulder, pushed up his huge sleeves, and told the captain to 'hop up there', after clearing just enough debris off his desk for a pregnant man's ass.

The captain obliged, sheepishly uncovering his (by now) quite obviously gravid belly.

The wizard hovered his hands over the general area for an uncomfortably long amount of time, startling the captain when the weight he'd been carrying suddenly lessened.

On the other side of the kingdom, a stout washerwoman's dress suddenly bulged around the middle.

The captain pressed a hand to his shrunken belly and looked at the wizard in shock and indignation.

'Not what you wanted?' the wizard said, already lifting his hands for another spell.

'It was, I just-'

'Oh, don't worry, that woman and her husband had been wanting a baby for years. Just sit still for a second.'

'What woman? I-'

His hand was pushed outward by his rapidly swelling belly. Within seconds, he was bigger than he had ever been, leaning back with one hand on the desk to balance himself. The other hand stayed where it was, and so confirmed that the sudden fizzing in his belly was palpable from the outside as well. His mouth gaped.

'That's about as big as you would get, I'd estimate. You and the prince enjoy yourselves; be sure to tell him how well I helped you and just think it small whenever you're done. Have to take off now.'

The wizard disappeared in a puff of glittery, purple haze, leaving the captain to contemplate his many vague words.

Think it small?

He tried to imagine himself as he was months ago, and was simultaneously relieved and baffled when his huge belly shrunk to fit his vision.

It was better this way, undoubtedly, but as he walked down the many steps of the wizard's tower, he couldn't help but miss that huge belly.

In one burst, he blew up again, nearly tripping down the stairs.

Hands supporting his new heft, he pictured being the size he'd been when he walked into the wizard's study not a half hour ago, and felt it come true.

Interesting.

The good news was he now had the best of both worlds.

The bad news was the wizard had somehow known how much the prince and he had been enjoying his growing belly.

Tell him how well I helped you, indeed.

That evening, after a lengthy explanation, and a short demonstration, the prince fucked him while they both panted in ecstasy at the feeling of his expanding belly.

A month later, it occurred to the captain to imagine himself with twins, and came instantly when he swelled bigger than ever.

How about a fairy queen who can paralyse humans with a single look?

As she holds their gaze, advancing slowly like a predator, the human's muscles seize up and they can't move a finger.

By the time they can see the unnatural iridescence in the fairy's eyes, there's a strangle rumbling low in their belly. When they're close enough to touch, all they can feel is the rapidly growing weight in their belly. They're almost nose-to-nose, the fairy's scent as intoxicating as their eyes, when something moves under their skin.

The fairy laughs. The sound is unnatural, like little bells tinkling. A cool hand lands on the human's flushed skin; the difference in temperature is almost painful. The fairy's gaze follows her hand, and the spell breaks instantly.

The human staggers, barely regaining their balance in time. Hands on their lower back, they finally look down and see how swollen they are. Fae-spawn wriggles in their bulging gut.

When they tentatively look up, the fairy is nowhere to be seen.

They take their one chance for escape, going back the way they came while straining under the weight of their belly.

Instead, they end up deeper in the fairy realm, a clearing in an unnatural, ethereal forest. Sitting, pacing, lying in the grass are a few dozen people just as pregnant as they are, riding out gruelling contractions.

My bodyguard is always eager to be blindfolded and pumped full of something. And the blindfold returns for every exam, so even though I make him take a test twice a week, do ultrasounds before he even shows, he won't know whether it took until he starts to swell.

And once he does, I can't stop feeling his belly; cupping it in my hand, stroking with both hands, whispering teasing things in his ear, Look at how quickly you're growing. Wonder how many are in there. How long do you still have to go, do you think? Oh, did you feel some movement? while he bucks his hips, desperate for any friction.

These days, he gets wet as soon as I bring the blindfold out. I wonder if I can train him to come just from the feeling of the wand on his slick belly, of not knowing what he's carrying even though it's totally laid bare in this moment.

I do know, and so I'm not even looking at the screen. I'm looking at him, watching him shake and pant, seeing his vulnerable throat bob as he swallows uneasily, because I ran one teasing fingertip up the slick inside of his thigh.

I tell him we'll rinse his belly off in the baths, and I don't take his blindfold off until he's in the water. He looks dazed, eyes heavy-lidded, whole body flushed.

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A pregnant belly that has *finally* popped enough that you can’t button your pants and you need a button extender

A pregnant belly that has finally gotten big enough that you can’t use a button extender or hair band to close your pants

A pregnant belly that just pops out of you and sits in the zipper of your pants, unable to even close them a little

A pregnant belly that hangs out of your jeans and is clearly letting you know it’s time to put these pants away for the rest of the pregnancy

A pregnant belly that widens your hips and makes you outgrow your pants so that you can’t even pull them up anymore

each one just gets better and better. first when you realize you can’t button up a pair of pants anymore. then it’s all your prepregnancy pants. then your shirts and sweatshirts

when you realize you can’t bend over the same way anymore, or sleep on your back because your new belly is just too heavy

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I raise my arms. I'm far along and have been complaining about the weight and pressure. My belly was so full of life, and my tits so full of milk; the sheer pressure was getting to me. Kicky babies pound my sides, causing ripples along taut skin. You said you'd give me an inspection. A check-over to see how I'm doing; if the strain is enough, we might have to induce labor.

Another kick forces another sad whine from my throat. I looked pitiful, really. My belly swollen with your litter, veiny and dark. My tits were sore from the milk. Tearful eyes cast down as I pleaded with whatever divine being could hear me for the pups to be out soon. I was big, sore, tired, and overdue.

You paced around me slowly, thoughtfully. Kneeling down, you put cool hands on my overheated skin, making me moan at the slight relief. You rubbed over my belly, fingers tracing skin and stretchmarks. To my dismay, a part of your inspection was pressing on my belly to test the pressure. I groaned as your hand moved all over, pressing on it uncomfortably and rousing the babies.

"There there, pup. I'll be done soon. Just keep those arms up, ok?"

I'm a good puppy, so I let out a huff and bear it. Keeping my arms up, you move to my swollen tits. Your hands, now warmed, grope and squeeze, pinching at my nipples, which bead white at the tips.

"Good... good." you say under your breath. Your eyes stare heavily and intently at my gravid form.

Your hands then wander, down my back, over my legs and thighs, reconvening underneath my swollen stomach at my cunt. You keep one hand on my lower back as the other combs through my bush to reach my wetness. While still not in the most comfortable positions, I can't help but feel aroused at your hands wandering over my sensitive parts. And speaking of sensitivity, I'm very responsive as your hand teases me. Swollen and wet, my arms tremble and falter as your fingers press into me.

Before they can completely lower, your hands leave by cunt. "There you go, puppy. See, that wasn't too bad." you reassure, rubbing my back with your dry hand. "I know it hurts, but you're not ready yet, sweet pup. You're gonna have to wait a little longer."