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pregnant sirens that don't sing, but they hum to their tummy as they caress their swollen baby bump. sailors lock in on the belly and are unable to look away.
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pregnant sirens that don't sing, but they hum to their tummy as they caress their swollen baby bump. sailors lock in on the belly and are unable to look away.
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An oblivious adventurer comes across some hot springs. They gratefully shed all their equipment in one go and dive in. The water's heavenly.
When the heat has relaxed them completely, they're too sleepy to notice any movement in the water. By the first touch it's already too late. They can only hang on as something smooth and girthy slips inside.
It's in so deep, so quickly. And it's undulating, setting a ruthless pace and making the adventurer throw their head back and scream in utter terror melting to confused pleasure. It's almost like they're melting, dissolving into the water, until they don't know where their body begins and ends.
The first egg, fist-sized and soft-skinned, squeezes inside unnoticed. Quickly followed by another. And another.
Half a dozen sit in the adventurer's womb by the time they notice anything. A twinge has them looking down at their formerly flat stomach. It's round now, a little swell sitting ominously low.
But their eyes skip further down, to the weirdly formless being between their legs. It's hard to see, translucent, invisible but for its frenetic movement.
If the water were calm and the watcher alert and keen-eyed, they might be able to spot an overstuffed egg sac emptying swiftly.
They might have predicted the adventurer's fate before the creature's subtle venom made them lethargic and pliant.
As it is, they don't have to the presence of mind to even contemplate escape. Which is why the creature has pulled this exact same trick many times before.
And it's succeeded again.
By the time the adventurer's mind starts to clear, it will have already made its way deep, deep into the spring.
They come to in placid water, only disturbed by the minute movements of--or rather, in--their swollen stomach.
The little twinges and twitches draw the adventurer's attention, but their current predicament still fails to register.
Their gaze and fingertips explore the ample surface without conscious thought.
Dazed, they rise out of the water on shaky legs. Unexpected heaviness pulls them down.
They scramble on the rocks to stay upright. Unfamiliar weight hangs under them. They look down.
A stranger's body. That's their first instinct. It's unbelievable that the blatantly gravid belly is theirs.
Stumbling onto dry land and clumsily pulling on their clothes breaks the spell. The tunic won't go down. The trousers won't go up.
And between them sits an egg-stuffed womb that undulates gently, like water around a swimmer's skin.
The way back to town takes thrice as long as their entire trip so far.
By the time they collapse on the healer's doorstep, the first egg is already crowning.
Miles away, in a desolate landscape, two tired mercenaries stumble upon a hotspring. While saying a little prayer of thanks, their armour is already hitting the ground. They get in without a second thought.
pregnant vampires that drink too much and now their tight pregnant belly has some sloshing sounds when they move.
A mighty elder wizard, in the highest room of his tower, bent over with his robes unceremoniously pulled up. By a harpy. His wand is across the room and the talons on either side of him are bigger than his head. An egg that feels similarly sized is being worked into his womb agonisingly slowly. He can't move.
When a servant finds him hours later, their master is sprawled across the floor, bare from the chest down. They drop his dinner. Not that he would have eaten it. Without the splendour of his robes, he's saggy skin around a thin frame. Or used to be. His belly is stretched to capacity around a weird, ovoid shape. He looks due.
A rustle of feathers.
The servant looks up to find an evil-eyed bird monster desperate to lay again.
Adventurer deep in a dungeon finds themselves growing hard and wet at the sight of some abandoned armour propped up against the wall with a curiously rounded section over the belly, as if its owner was heavily pregnant. Unable to hold back, they pull their clothes down just enough to free their aching groin and rub themselves across the shining metal swell with abandon. Rutting like a wild animal, they don't notice their own armour growing tighter until pain cuts through their pleasure. Briefly stilling their hips, they reach for their middle with both hands and find themselves heavy and round.
Transfixed, throbbing flesh still pressed to the now slick and warming metal, they don't notice twin flames igniting behind the armour's eye holes. Two gauntlets wrap around their biceps like a vice. It's already too late.
The adventurer's blood freezes in fear as a long, slow ripple moves through their previously unoccupied womb. Before they can react, something ancient jolts in the metal belly beneath them, and every muscle in their body seizes up in pleasure.
When they come to, the metal below looks like a regular cuirass, its flames extinguished. The adventurer's hugely swollen belly jerks and thrashes in the remains of their armour, as it had been there for months. They get to their feet with no small amount of effort, two pinpricks of red light shining from their eyes.
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quick lil mel. it definitely cropped both the jacket and that ""shirt"" itself
(they/she/it)
Village witch (gender neutral) going about their day, tending to their herb garden, curing sick villagers, feeding the animals, etc etc etc, with a heavy, kicking belly.
Some ingredients can be difficult and dangerous to get, so when they saw the chance to grow some inside...
Still, they had not expected magic creatures would take to their womb so enthousiastically. What was supposed to be a modest little belly now makes them look overdue.
Through the aches and fatigue--not to mention the hormone-fuelled lust they haven't the time to satisfy--they've been reminding themself how much these ingredients will help the village.
It's always worked, until they try to do their daily chores while their huge belly violently contracts. Both hands braced against the stable wall, head and belly hanging, they tough it out and return to their duty.
Surely this will not find them labouring alone in a seriously inconvenient space?
thinking abt how easily a fairy’s belly could be filled bc they’re so small, e.g. they lay their sights on a couple of round, ripe berries but their eyes turn out to be bigger than their stomachs so they become heavy and distended from the berries they finished off out of sheer gluttony
or fairies who require very little to inflate themselves with air/water, overestimating how much their little bellies can take until they’re taut and swollen and unable to lift themselves into a sitting position from the ground, never mind fly
or, even being filled easily and quickly with eggs or cum of a slightly larger species, once again letting their greed get ahead of them and neglecting to consider how tiny they are compared to the rest of the world around them. especially if they end up getting knocked up as a result so they have to endure not being able to fly just because of how gravid they are until they finally give birth