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The two of you walk to the breeding room, where he has his star; A special 6IV Ditto. You let your Espeon out of its ball, letting the two get acquainted while Damian helps you get comfortable. Gentle touches trailing along your skin as you take off your clothes, helping to remove your undergarments as you reveal your body to the room.

He leans in and kisses you, lowering you to the ground. His mouth drops lower, nibbling on your collarbones and down to your nipples, exciting you. Skillfully slipping his fingers inside your cunt, he teases you with long, gentle motions, his thumb rubbing at the tip of your clit.

You don’t even notice the pokemon until the Ditto slides up against your leg. It looked a little bit bigger than before, but you choose to ignore the fact as it slimes its way up to your pussy, little pink tendrils moving in alongside Damian’s fingers.

Damian removes his fingers, instead pulling your folds apart so the pokemon has easier access to your entrance. Its body slowly disappears, and you start to feel full, so very full. You let out a soft moan, your back arching and head falling back. The pokemon is completely gone now, and you can feel it pushing up further into you, trying to get past your cervix.

It slowly starts to seep its way up into you further, and your partner moves in to clamp his mouth on your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around your button. You curl your fingers into his hair, hips moving against his touch without your consent.

The Ditto is almost fully in your cervix, but you’re starting to feel a slight bit of resistance, as though the last bit of it can’t quite fit through. The pain of your cervix being stretched combines with the pleasure being given to you, and as you orgasm, the pokemon fully slips inside you with a subtle “pop.”

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, curling in on yourself. Your midsection feels bigger already, but it’s just the pokemon. Your body spasms a few times before you finally relax, panting.

There’s a sloshing sound, and the pokemon oozes out of you, definitely smaller than before. You still feel full… It must have worked. Pushing on your stomach down low, you can feel there’s something small but rock hard deep in your belly.

“Now it’s my turn,” Damian whispers to you, unzipping his fly. You smile up at him in a daze, spreading your legs for him, a silent invitation.

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It’s a few weeks later, and your stomach has ballooned out since your visit to the breeders. You rub a loving hand across the crest of your stomach, humming softly. You looked like you were easily seven months pregnant, and you knew it was just the singular egg in your stomach. You knew that here soon you’d have to birth this pokemon, but you were definitely enjoying this as it stood now.

Even through the intense nausea bouts and strange cravings, you felt like you were a normal mother expecting. Despite the fact you had to temporarily relocate, things were going smoothly. Damian had told you to give him a call if you needed him there with you for anything.

You’ve taken advantage of that already, multiple times. He couldn’t get enough of your body, especially with how quickly it was changing. And you couldn’t get enough of how he felt inside you with all the weight on your pelvis.

You were out for a light walk around town, enjoying feeling your belly moving. The entire egg had been only slightly moving before, but man! It was really bouncing about today, making you stop to catch your breath several times throughout your stroll.

One particularly hard jolt made you stop and lean against a building, a hand to your belly. It shook vigorously, and you swore your stomach was glowing. It was hatching!

As quickly as you could (it wasn’t very fast with a moving tum), you made it back to your room at the hotel. You’d texted Damian on the way with the news, and he was there to meet you. The two of you went up to your room where he felt your shaking belly, and the moment he touched you, the shell vanished. It was no longer rock hard, instead soft and pliable. It still moved, but it was the baby pokemon now that it had hatched.

Your stomach clenched and you let out a soft sound, gripping the blankets of the bed you were on. Gentle encouragement, soft kisses, and a few minutes later you were out of your clothes for him again. He reached up into your vagina with his fingers, this time just to check you. A baby Eevee is smaller than a human baby, so labor wouldn’t be as long.

He helped pass the time, stimulating your body and keeping you company through the pain as your labor progressed. Contractions came and went, leaving shorter and shorter lulls in between, your stomach visibly clamping down stronger and stronger each time until finally…

“I need to push!” Your exclamation was breathless, desperation ringing in your voice.

Damian pushes your knees apart, sitting between your legs. “Then push. You’re doing so good love.” His hand gently caresses the inside of your leg, a touch that would normally give you goosebumps.

Instead, you let out a feral grunt as you bear down, pushing with the next contraction.

You can feel the small pokemon move through you, almost effortless. Almost. Its head crowned at your lips, the pressure burning. You feel Damian’s gentle yet strong hands press against your folds, both ready to catch and helping prevent any tearing.

“Another strong push and you should have the head out.”

You close your eyes, drinking in the air before pulling back at your legs, hands hooked under your knees. You push as hard as you can, and with a pop and a rush of fluids, Damian’s holding the little creature.

“Congratulations, you’ve got a little star.” He smiles at you as he wipes the Eevee down with a towel, showing its beautiful silver coat. It was a rare coloring, something that even the highest regarded contestants struggled to find.

You run the back of your hand over its back lovingly. Then, you look up to Damian. “...Can we do this again next month?”

He gives you a knowing smile, then leans in and kisses you.