#athdor

Athdor breathed out, feeling heady as Saveria's tentacles wrapped up around him. He couldn't help but buck against the one that slipped up between his thighs.

"I…I should undress." He murmured. His clothing was already tight again as he had begun to indulge a bit all on his own. He knew he was in trouble when Alexa's hands sunk under the bit of belly hang he had developed, gently lifting it some with an inquisitive, sensual squeeze over the last few days.

"No… spoiled prince, I want to see you bust out of those fancy clothes." Saveria replied flatly. Athdor murmured, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at the nearby large tentacle. It was heavy with nectar. It was all going into him and it would only be a portion of weight that would become his body for the long winter. It was nearing the end of November and he was already feeling tired.

"H-h…" he huffed as Saveria's orange-tipped tentacles traced along his lips. He felt hands stroke along his hips and rear before slipping forward and grasping his belly. "A-Alexa…"

"Been getting soft all on your own…" she hummed, kissing his neck. "My handsome husband…I'm proud of you~" He bucked against the tentacle between his thighs once more. "Can't wait to get you nice and big." Her hands moved up and gently gave his softened chest a squeeze.

"D-darling!" He gasped out before she directed him to turn his head and lean back, muffling his moans with kisses. His stomach growled, waking up under Alexa's touch. Athdor gave a weak whimper.

He was always torn between the heady lustfulness caused by his wife's powers, her praise going straight to his heart and groin in equal measure, Saveria's tendrils holding him in place as she teased him mercilessly, and his vanity. Fighting his Prideful nature was never easy, even when tempered by Lust. He still cringed, complained, and even cursed when pleasure started to win out over looking the way he felt he needed to look. Despite all that, he had softened on his own, perhaps wanting his wife's hands to grasp him in loving surprise.

"You sound hungry, my love…" Alexa purred.

"M-m…" his jaw clenched. Oh Presence, she's…she's going to make me so fat… His dual-nature argued internally. It's just winter…I'm asleep the whole time…i-it feels good. Finally: "Uh-huh…"

"There it is." Alexa kissed his warm, darkened cheek, giving him a loving squeeze to his waistline. "He's so kind to me…letting me get him so big and beautiful."

"A-Ale…h.." His teeth dug into his lower lip while Saveria's tentacle writhed against his trapped cock. Two smaller ones slipped between the buttons of his shirt and across his softened chest. They slid against his dark skin before their tips opened to a five- pointed star, dripping with a saliva-like substance before latching onto his nipples. "H-H! S-Saveria…" He watched the orange glow of Saveria's eyes appear next to Alexa. Alexa stroked his hair as the larger tentacle neared, heavy with its bounty and eager to share.

The tip of the tentacle slipped into his mouth, filling it. He gave a muffled noise as the heavy, sweet liquid began to slip down his throat. He gulped, twisting under his wife and her wife's touch. Athdor was already needily aroused but he knew that Alexa would keep him riding that edge for much of the night as he grew heavier and wider. Something something a human named Pavlov…

His stomach gurgled, swelling. His arms were now tied up as his clothing creaked. He was visibly softening, digested nectar turning straight to plush fat. The tentacle pulled back, giving him a breather as thread of saliva dripped between his lips and the tentacle. His gaze, heavy-lidded, watched Saveria's sharp pupils widen like a cat's. A smirk pulled on his lips and she glowered at him when she noticed. Athdor belched as a tentacle jabbed into his waistline. The needy gurgling of his growing gut competed for his attention as Alexa murmured praise into his pointed ear, causing it to twitch. The tentacle returned, feeding the Pride Demon bigger gulps. The seams of his pants creaked, tearing as dark warm brown skin quickly pressed in to fill the gap. The inner thigh seams followed suit and plush thigh meat smushed together as the threads snapped. He'd shift only once his clothing had shredded completely.