#magic preg

character sketches of ocs i have in mind for preg stories

giantessa is an eternally pregnant giant who figured out the humans wont bother her if shes pregnant (giants are a protected species and theyre not allowed to interfere. she is a FASCINATING case study and subject of many papers)

eternally growing is just some guy named steve who made a deal with an eldritch deity and is now having a pseudo pregnancy. everyone around him is incapable of viewing it as abnormal as per his contract but he gets cool magic

Here is a little bit of a break from my usual smutty writings and working on something a little more whimsical. I have wanted to do something like this with a unicorn for a while now. I didn't know how I wanted to work on it this one came pretty close.

Hope you guys enjoy this one!

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The world was once a magical place. Great mages channeled the energies of the land through them to enforce their will over the natural law. Yet over a thousand years ago, the magic faded from memory. Now in the isolated kingdom of Silvaros dwelled the last the world knew of great mages. Their magic never died out.

But now was the time for an ancient ritual. It was to be carried out in an enchanted forest with the border of the castle's land. The forest was dense with a magical miasma turning wayward invaders and trespassers away. Only once every eighty years did the miasma fade for their ritual to commence. The mages ventured deeper into the forest, the key to their ritual - the vibrant and lovely Princess Filianore.

Princess Filianore was led into the boundary of the forest she was always told never to cross. She was dressed in a beautiful white gown, large and flowing she felt out of place amongst the tatter robes and tarnished armor of her entourage. She was led under the guidance of two of the palace's mages, followed by only one knight to protect them. Tension crackled in the air. Though the sun sank behind the trees, the forest glimmered with an otherworldly glow.

As they approached the altar, whispers seemed to echo all around them.

"Your Highness," the voice was from the first mage, "You must wait here, we cannot assist you any further."

"Am I going to die?" Her gentle voice quivered

"No, my princess. Should the ritual be refused? You will be returned to the palace." the knight spoke out

"And if I'm chosen?" Filianore asked worriedly

"Then we are unsure if you will return." The second mage said

Dread showered over the youthful Filianore.

“I'm sorry princess," The knight said, she could hear great sorrow in his voice.

The entourage that led her to this altar had left.  Filianore's heart was racing. She had only ever heard whispers and rumors of what lay within this enchanted section of the forest. Her hands were shaking. She grasped them together in a prayer-like gesture.

The altar behind her, built of ancient stones long since weathered over the centuries. She could see it cloaked in green slowly being overtaken by the forest. She took deep breaths, each exhale quivering in her dread. Her mind filled with questions: was this really what she was born to do?  Would this be where her story ends? She pondered her destiny.

The softest rustle of leaves behind her filled her with dread. Should she look? Was she supposed to stay in this position? She could hear numerous footsteps getting closer to her. She closed her eyes tightly trying to keep them shut. The breathing of the creature as it came closer. With what little courage she could stand to muster, she peeked. And then she saw the visage of a horse.

White fur, appearing aged and wizened. A frail mane, a brilliant dull glow, and a horn atop its head. Her heart was filled with relief. She was gazing at a unicorn.

Filianore stared in awe. Never had she envisioned such a magical creature to be so grand, imposing, and yet so full of grace even in its appeared old age. She could hardly utter the words. "You're real," 

The unicorn neigh softly as if to show approval.

Filianore felt compelled. She reached out her hand. The Unicorn met her hand gliding its muzzle against her palm. Filianore was lost in such a magical moment. She could feel the unicorn's magic reach into her.  It was like a torrent through every inch of her body. 

Filianore knew of the stories: of how unicorns would make themselves known to pure maidens. She breathed a sigh of relief nearly in tears.  The unicorn's horn glowed a soft blue. Filianore got to her feet. The tip of the unicorn's horn glowed. It drew a great deal of magic at the very tip of its spiral horn. Bowing its head lightly, placing it near her lower stomach.

Filianore felt its magic coursing through her. As the magic coursed through her it filled her mind with the story. It was a story even the mages and her kingdom never knew.

The unicorn was the last son in a long regal equestrian line. Her ancestor, the founder of the kingdom, Godwin the Conqueror, hunted and slew the unicorns to near extinction. It was through Godwin’s firstborn daughter that the pact was made. She willingly came to this place before the stone altar dwelt there. This virgin princess offered herself to continue the progeny of the unicorn and by doing so secure that magic remained in their kingdom. Every eighty years a virgin maiden from the royal line would be brought there to be chosen. Only someone so pure could have brought such a pure creature back from the edge of extinction.

 It was always when the unicorn was near the end of their life. If the maiden were pure without a touch of sin to her heart, they would be chosen to uphold this now ancient agreement. For as long as there was at least one unicorn, then there would always be magic in the world. Thus leading to the great mages of her kingdom. The First Princess would only return a message, that a princess is to be brought to this forest, pure in body, heart, mind, and soul, should this be kept there will always be magic and peace within the kingdom. Any who would return would feel their minds lost in a fog if ever they tried to recount such a magical encounter. 

The visions playing in her head ceased. The wizened unicorn stood in front of her. Tears gently rolled down her cheeks. Filianore could feel the weight building in her lower stomach.

With the unicorn’s magic, Filianore could sense the life growing inside her, planting its roots and beginning to bloom. The intensity of the magic coursing through her took her breath away, and she closed her eyes, her body trembling with anticipation. 

Then, without notice, the magic stopped. Her eyes fluttered open to find the unicorn backing away, watching her with a dark wellspring kike a curtain of a starless sky. Filianore felt magic fill her womb, stirring before beginning to grow. A strange calm swept over her.

Contrary to the panic and dread that she experienced earlier. Filianore didn’t feel an ounce of dread. The magic of this unicorn swept through her, deep within her, she could feel it. A small presence of this new life quickly grew within her womb. In Filianore's heart, she could feel a deep and unfathomable love growing as she witnessed the baby in her growing belly. A peaceful and soothing feeling washed over her; she knew it to be real as she placed her hand against her pregnant belly. She could feel her skin getting tighter, canyons forming beneath her fingertips as her skin stretched to accommodate the foal. Filianore’s belly grew rounder by the minute, she truly was beginning to look pregnant now. She quickly outgrew her gown and her swelling belly tearing through it. The young foal needed to grow a lot before it could be ready to be born.

The foal was growing completely in a matter of moments. Her body was not prepared to handle such weight. Gently she was brought to her knees and her stomach continued to grow. 

The unicorn remained nearby, its eyes peering deeply into the depths of Filianore's soul. A feeling of warmth consumed her heart like a flame as she embraced the gravity of the moment. The unicorn lowered its head, nuzzling her protruding stomach gently. Filianore had rapidly undergone nearly a year of gestation, which could only mean the foal would be arriving soon. 

Feeling the unicorn brush against her bare pregnant belly, made the foal inside squirm. Her skin stretched out. But never did it break, tear, or show signs of damage. The magic that put the foal there was to accommodate the foal and bring no harm to her. This great weight in her womb gave Filianore a feeling of comfort. This was vastly different from what she expected. Magically bearing a child of such a pure creature was a far cry from the death and ruin she perceived it to be. 

Filianore began to feel the foal descending lower. She felt no pain as labor began. She could feel the foal pushing its way out of her womb and down the narrow corridor of the birth canal. The strong magic of the foal's father aided the foal forcing its way through the tight passage. Filianore gasped.

She felt every movement, every instance of it sliding out of her, descending further and further as its hooves started noticeably poking out against her taut skin. This was not solely without feeling. She felt a strong sensation overwhelm her: the need to push. In and out, she breathed. 

Filianore focused on her lower stomach region. Each muscle tensed and pulled. She tried to push down with all her might. Filianore could feel the foal moving faster. She could feel the nose poking out. Filianore continued to push until she got to the rest of the body. The adult unicorn already checking out the new young foal slowly stood as the birthing was nearing the end. 

Filianore struggled to push going red in the face but ultimately her struggle was rewarded. The body was now free and so too was the foal, Filianore looked down at her once round belly to see it was now deflated. Filianore watched in blissful delight seeing her newborn unicorn foal trying to stand. The foal came to her, instinctively knowing that she was his mother. She carefully wrapped her arms around the foal. Instantly in love with it. She could feel the magic radiating off the newborn foal. With this, the ritual was now complete.

The elder unicorn nudged the newborn and Filianore towards the forest. It was time to retreat to the depths of the forest. With a gentle hand against her newborn foal, Filianore looked around. She was leaving the altar, and her life as a princess behind. She was now a mother, her duty to her foal. Indifferent to returning to the palace, she wished to be like that first princess long before her. Filianore wanted nothing more than to keep such a pure and beautiful creature in the world. This birth did not take her virginity, she could bear another. She wished to bear another. Filianore dreaded what the world might be like without the unicorns, without magic. Her heart could not stand to dream of such a world. It was a last wish by Princess Filianore 

Taking a slow shuddering breath you brace as more continue to slip through the crack and right into you. Your lower belly starting to feel firm and distended, a slight ripple hinting at the increasing number doing you. After a minute or 2 your sorry were cutting into your hips and ass as your belly continued to swell. You knew you had to move soon but you didn't realize how much weight the slimes added to you. Your legs screamed as you tried to move, half asleep and exhausted. The movement sent the slimes into a frenzy, shoving through the crack as fast as they could. The one or two at time that you were talking in suddenly jumped to several, your hole stretching to accommodate the increase.

Covering your mouth with your hand as you heard your shorts rip and snap, freeing your squirming belly. Muffling your moans as you climax and gush everywhere, finally realizing how big you've gotten. You could easily be mistaken for carrying twins, rubbing your warm belly, feeling the swirling mass churn inside you. You subconsciously thinking your tits getting hot being a result of your arousal, not realizing they were beginning to grow. The more you took in the faster they grew, your body must think it's pregnant from all the slimes in your womb. As the flow slowly came to a stop you wondered if that was all of them starting at your massive belly.

The answer came rather abruptly as a thicker and much larger slime suddenly pressed into you, there was no stopping it this time. Your stretched how and churning belly was too much, the sound that escaped your mouth was like nothing you've heard before. Raw, primal and full of pleasure, shuddering as you were stretched open and stuffed even further. Hearing this your party member turns to you only to be greeted by the sight of you sitting on the floor, a massive belly and tits starting to bead with milk. To stunned to speak or move he just watched as you sat there with your head and eyes rolled back, belly continuing to swell someone off his eyes. Feeling the last of the large slime slip into you your able to regain some control.

Noticing him staying you simply say, not like I think you could but didn't you dare move me from this spot. Just as you finish, 2 more larger slimes begin pushing into your stuffed belly. As your eyes roll back you catch a glimpse of him stroking his cock.

Anon this is the sexiest thing ever.

With your suddenly full womb you turn around to stagger back home when suddenly you feel another growth spurt. One of the cars passing by must have had a pregnant lady in it. A very pregnant one if the size of your belly is anything to go off of?

How many are in you now? 2? 3? 4?

However many it is you can tell that number is only gonna get larger-

Ooh another growth spurt. You can feel your jeans fully tear as your widening hips and growing belly finally free themselves.

You can feel your bra break as your breasts start to catch up with all the growth you've already had.

You better make it home soon or you'll be trapped here by your klepto womb, that can't stop stealing pregnancies.

I’ve been hoarding this one because it’s sooooo good.

Now on all fours atop you, she shudders and grits her teeth, lowering her hips until her protruding belly is pressed firmly against yours. She lets out a choked sob, “I’m sorryy, t-they need to be laid nnooOOWW!” It trails off into an animalistic bellow as a squelching sound can be heard, followed by something slimy brushing against your thigh. It quickly finds its target, slipping under your panties and into your sex with minimal effort - the woman’s expression becomes one of blissful relief the moment it sinks inside.

The moment passes, however, and you feel her belly tense dramatically against yours. She lets out a mewling cry and bears down, moaning in increasing pitch until something happens and she relaxes slightly. And then, you feel the intrusion begin to swell. *Something* is forcing its way inside you, stretching you wider than you’ve ever been stretched before, until it slips past your lips and continues further on. You feel a pinch, then a burn, and then - *pop* - a weight settles heavy in your womb. You barely have time to comprehend what’s happening before another mass prods at your entrance, and another, and another, a seemingly endless stream of orbs making their home in your body

You lose count, lost in a haze until the woman pinning you down whines again. “N-no, I’m not empty, please…!” Her belly is smaller but still visibly occupied, however whatever force has done this to her is not satisfied with one host. The tendril retracts from you, she rolls off with a whimper, and leaves before you have begun to recover. When you come to your senses, you’re left with a taut shirt over a more-taut belly, and no idea how you’re going to explain any of this

I slowly come back to my senses. She’s already gone. A clear liquid seeps from between my thighs. I’m delirious as my breath comes heavy. I attempt to sit up by I’m quickly stopped by the new weight on my front. What the hell?!? I struggle to sit up and examine my belly. I look like a pregnant lady ready to pop! My belly button juts outward, my breasts rest on top of my swollen belly. I reach a shaking hand up to feel. It’s hard and tight as a drum. But it feels so good to rub. It’s warm under my hands, I feel a spark of pleasure vibrate through me as I draw a hand over it.

It takes me almost a minute to stand up. The eggs(?) are so heavy and they clack together every time I try to move. I hold my weight against the wall, breathing labored as I use my free arm to support my belly. Eventually I gather the strength to stand up fully. The eggs clack loudly as I move both my hands to my back. God, I can feel them so low in my pelvis, like they’ll come out if I sneeze too hard. My gait is different now too. My normal walk has been replaced by a slow waddle.

The last of it enters and begins to prepare itself to multiply, absorbing the moisture around it to grow before it splits. This process is slow however, by the time you wake up you barely notice the bulge mistaken for bloating. Throughout the day your pants feel tighter, feeling something is different you decide to check when you get home.

Laying down you stay to press on your belly and over your womb feeling for anything unusual. Nothing, trying to feel inside yourself you reach your fingers in as deep as they can go. Nothing again, except for inadvertently turning yourself on again. As you continue to finger yourself the slime starts to absorb the increasing amount of your wetness.

Just as you orgasm you feel a pressure rapidly build deep in your cunt. Looking down you now see a definitive bump, worried you get dressed to go to the monster doctor. You knew this wasn't typical at all and needed answers, frustrated that nothing fits other than an old skirt you make your way there.

After a quick examination, which arouses you again causing another growth spurt. The doctor informed you that you have a slime nesting inside you and that there's no way to remove it. He tells you that it will eventually split and then leave so you'll just have to wait it out. Should only take another week or 2 and shouldn't get much bigger.

Walking back home your skirt now riding up in the front much more due to the latest growth spurt. Finally home you just want to relax in a warm bath, after stripping you notice how big the bump has gotten. Easing into the bath you feel your body relax and skin ease the tension over your belly. Suddenly interrupted by a churning feeling then a sudden growth spurt from your belly. Struggling to look you see a part of the slime extending out of your cunt soaking up the water in the tub.

After about a minute you've gone from looking 4 months pregnant to well over 9 months. A brief pause in the growth gives you time to attempt to get out of the tub. Fighting the immense churning as the slime multiplies inside, you manage to crawl out of the bath and rest on floor.

Feeling your cunt spreading you see that same tentacle like extension from the slime emerge, only now you count around 8 separate ones. They lap across your body drying you, sticking up the moisture. Then one finds the still full bath, the others then immediately follow and begin absorbing the remaining water. Your belly surges with growth as they grow and split, sending more tentacles out.

Trapped under the weight of the slimes you can only feel your cunt get stretched out as the slimes absorb more water. Eventually the sheer size they've expanded and stretched you out to sends you into an orgasm. Laying there you rest, hoping that was the last of it. No longer able to move or see past your massive belly.

The next morning you manage to stand, slowly working your way out of the bathroom. Squeezing your belly through the doors, something feels off, the slimes feel firm. "Remember when the slimes are ready to leave they'll harden to protect themselves" the doctors words echo in your mind.

Sitting on the edge of your bed you feel the first slime descend, stretching you open to make way for the others. Pushing you attempt to help expel them, the combination tricks your body into starting contractions. The first one causes the first slime to pop out and bounce across the floor.

The rest of the slimes now wanting to exit all start jockeying for position. The pressure on your hips forcing your legs apart as another contraction hits you. Three more pass in rapid succession, flopping down you can only build on and ride through each contraction. Eventually the end is in sight, the last few contractions were more a constant stream of the slimes exiting your stretched out cunt.

The last one, the original seems to refuse to leave its new favorite spot. Minutes into hours of pushing go by as you finally feel it slowly get pushed out. Gasping for air you notice it staying, waiting for something. A thought crosses your mind, we can work something out where you can use me again in the future. Bouncing happily the slime leaves, while you're laying there you wonder when the next time will be.

Oooh i love this. Wouldn’t it be fun if the slimes also made you super thirsty after absorbing most of your moisture?

Ough such a good question 

A concept I’ve used for YEARS for jerk off material is being filled with super small (think pre-activated water beads) eggs/things. They get planted into my womb and grow into big orbs over the course of two weeks. The growth happens slowly but it comes in spurts. My belly randomly writhing and stretching out as they grow, it’s debilitating and incredibly arousing. By the end of the cycle I look overdue with twins my belly button pops out and I’m so full I can hardly walk. My belly is huge and so sensitive that any touch has me moaning and panting.