Female Transformation and Other Miscellaneous NSFW

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Vampires are sterile, typically. Their unlife is a perversion of true life, and therefore, they cannot give life. Their form of breeding is literally to take someone's life.

So how is it that I am pregnant? If not for the fact that I am undead, then surely, the fact I've been on HRT for 20 years. Granted, I haven't been able to afford my testosterone for a few months, but does that matter?

It all started with that wretched thief. I was lonely. My wife, disappeared. Her adult son, sitting in hospital, healing of a gunshot wound from his own wretched father. If I ever see that man, I'll rip his throat out.

That thief, with his stupid smile and handsome face, visiting his friend. We talked. We went out for drinks. Between the fourth and eighth Jaeger and Pork Blood, he started looking more and more handsome. I'm only human... metaphorically speaking.

How was I to know the bastard was indestructible? I thought he was just a pickpocket, not some weird invincible punching bag.

And, as if God Themself were punishing me for my faithlessness, his immortal sperm somehow impregnated one of my dormant eggs.

I didn't realize what had happened until I was too far in. I mean, I'm a vampire, pregnancies just don't happen for us. Morning Sickness was just a hangover and the belly was just over indulging in blood... but now? I look like Thor from that last Avengers Movie. Then came the cravings. Salt. Vinegar. Granted, most blood is salty, but the combination of livestock blood and balsamic vinegar is truly a strange combination. But the worst is when my shriveled tits, not used in over a thousand years, started producing milk.

The globular bulge on my hairy, emaciated frame is bad enough, but the lactation is just embarrassing. Is it my fault I can't afford top surgery?

Did I consider an abortion? Yes. I'm not ashamed to admit that crossed my mind. I hadn't quite yet reached my third trimester. But, as I considered it... I don't know. I just couldn't go through with it. Maybe deep in my soulless black heart, there lies some vestige of maternal instinct.

I was nervous about being a father of a baby I birthed myself, but it turned out I wasn't alone. Many of my fellow T Bros became parents in this way. Granted, none of them were vampires, but our talks online helped me a lot.

But now, as my water is breaking... I'm scared. What if the baby dies? What if it's human like its father and can't drink my milk? What if it looks at my long fangs and red eyes and sees only a monster?

I'm not bothering with a hospital. They don't trust my kind, anyway. I have shed all my clothes. I know how messy it will be.

I just hope the midwife gets here soon.

Can't wait for Tumblr to tell me this violates their terms of service somehow. It doesn't. He's a dude, and his pussy is not showing.

This started as pure spite. Someone wrote a Dragon Maid Cow TF story and not only ignored Kobayashi, but lewded Kanna. Disgusting. So, I took matters into my own hands. First, I requested it from Dragon Storm for one of his Patreon suggestion posts, but he ignored it, because he doesn't know what Dragon Maid is. Undeterred, I went to Tail Blazer, who was having issues with Twitter at the time and gave me a solid maybe.

Now, a month later, here we are. One act of spite actually turned into something beautiful. This piece is amazing and I laud Blazer's talent.

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Art by: Weebie 3 & Tail Blazer

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Leslie moaned as another contraction hit. Of course she would be out in the country when the baby came. What was supposed to be a quick thirty minute trip turned into a grueling three hours of being lost on the back roads. Her contractions had started before she left her apartment, but she had foolishly thought she could drop off her paper work in the next county and ne back before it became an issue. Now, she was stuck on the side of some God forsaken Washington highway with a flat tire and a baby baring down on her pelvis.

"Just calm down, kid." She cooed to her stomach through gritted teeth as she rubbed, "Not yet. Please."

She sighed as the contraction subsided. Maybe she'd make it after all.

Then she felt something trickling down her leg as amniotic fluid seeped out of her, soiling her pants.

Fuck.

Leslie reeled as she felt the baby slide into her birth canal. Shit, this kid was not waiting.

Her heart pounded, her head throbbed, her lower half felt like it was being cleaved in two.

Leslie's vision blurred as her eyes changed a glowing orange.

Shit fuck, she was transforming.

Leslie was a werewolf, but not just any werewolf. A faye werewolf. Her body could nullify undead properties. She had no use for the power, until two of her clients, a vampire and his banshee wife, came to her begging her to be their surrogate. Leslie was hesitant until she saw the gold they were offering. So, she took the vampire's seed and made it usable within herself.

They had also begged her to avoid transforming as much as possible during the pregnancy. Guess she was breaking that promise. She bared her teeth and growled in pain as long jagged fangs pushed through her gums and dagger like talons burst from her knuckles.

A thousand pin Pricks sounded simultaneously as fur grew.

And she was still giving birth on top of that.

Fan-fucking-tastic

Leslie howled in frustration as her growing, changing body ripped through her clothes. Another business suit down the Goddamn toilet.

Rakelike talons burst from her shoes as a tail pushed aside the remains of her pants and her face twisted and pushed out into a muzzle. The webbing of batwings began to spread out as Two of her fingers became supports for the membrane stretch from her armpits to her hands.

The kid's head reached her pussy lips.

"No!" She hissed, "not yet, please, just let me-"

The baby didn't listen as it began to crown. Leslie was forced to bare down and push. She didn't want to, but she knew better than to fight her own body, especially delivering a child (this was her sixth time pregnant, after all, between two kids of her own and three other surrogacies when she needed the money)

Her labored attempts at controlling her breathing devolved into roars of agony.

Her eyes watered into her increasingly furry face.

It hurt. Jesus fuck did it hurt. She was forty miles away from the nearest anesthesiologist.

Leslie's knees buckled as her heels shot up, feet turning into hind paws. She landed hard on her wing talons, using them as impromptu forepaws. The shockwave rippled through her painfully, but was enough to get the baby's head out.

"That's it baby. Just a little more. Come to mama." Leslie cooed in her gruff, lupine growl.

Leslie could feel the big contraction coming. She knew she would have to push soon.

She gritted her fangs, dug her claws into the loose soil and screamed an unholy roar as she bore down. Her jaw cramped from how much she howled.

With a slick pop, the baby was out. She angled so it landed softly on the shreds of her old outift.

The beast that had been Leslie gingerly picked up the infant. It was a girl. A healthy baby girl, taking her first cries of life. She had white hair and her mother's ears & tail, but otherwise seemed human.

Leslie cleaned the squirming baby and brought it to her breast. The baby's crimson eyes opened wide and she latched on, suckling with hungry gusto, its cord still attaching them. Proof the middle aged she wolf had given birth, even after all this time.

Even vampires need routine cancer checks.

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