Back in January I released a set of five adoptables for my Patreon patrons (I may do this again in 2023). The auction went really well with all sell as Auto Buy within minutes of release which was exciting. The Adopter received a clothed and nude version of an adoption card with their chosen name for the character, clothing and the things they like to do. Here’s Beth in her Yoga pants. Nude version for my Patreon patrons’ eyes-only. patreon.com/bunintheoven
Paul walked into Progressive Overload, a lowkey sports bar located surprisingly deep inside the beehive-like structure of The Zone. It was considered lowkey because, although actual Alphas did drink there at times, it was more bro-club than Alpha hangout. The clientele leaned heavily toward the locker-room set, with any number of jocks, gym rats, athletes and x-game participants in attendance. The atmosphere was surprisingly friendly and only occasionally competitive, with the exception of air hockey. The air hockey tables were packed.
Paul took a seat at the far end of the bar. It was his first time here and he wanted to lay low. The lighting was muted here, made to order, perfect for lurking. He ordered a drink.
Despite the club theme, there were a number of women present. Tight-bodied muscle mommies, aerobic bunnies and sleek gymnasts held their own court. Their feminine presence didn't soften the athletic ambiance in any way.
So when the attractive redhead sat next to him, Paul felt a surge of excitement.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Rachael. I hope you don't mind me taking this seat. If one more muscle-head tries to defend the bro split routine to me, I'm going to do something so terrible to them that I don't even know what it is yet."
Paul grinned. She was sitting next to him instead of targeting one of the testosterone jockeys lumbering around the club, so it was obvious she was tired of hearing about the benefits of whey protein and creatine. She was obviously looking for a change-of-pace.
"Of course I don't mind you sitting there," said Paul. "In fact, let me buy you a drink."
*****
The next two hours were a swirl of alcohol and heat. Rachael finally leaned in close, her breath warm against Paul's ear. "Do you want to get out of here?"
Paul didn't need to be asked twice. He nodded, and together they slipped out of Progressive Overload. The sounds of the sports bar faded behind them as they ventured deeper into The Zone.
They arrived at an indoor hotel.
Paul's eyebrows rose. "I didn't know they had hotels here at The Zone."
"They have several," said Rachael. "You just have to know where to look."
Rachael led him to her room. It appeared to be a place that she stayed in fairly often. The space was a riot of color and texture, the air heavy with the scent of exotic incense. Paul's head spun as the alcohol he'd consumed merged with the intoxicating atmosphere.
Rachael's hands were on him before the door had even finished closing and her touch was electric. She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth with a surprising hunger that left him breathless. Her hands deftly undressed him, peeling away his clothes until he stood naked before her.
She dropped to her knees, her green eyes locking onto his as she took him into her mouth. Paul gasped as the sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloped him, sending ripples of heat and pleasure through his body. Her tongue slid along his shaft, teasing and tantalizing, her hand cupping and his heavy balls.
It was too much. He was already ready to cum. He put a hand to her hair to gently push her away, but she suddenly clamped his wrist with surprising strength, preventing him from stopping her. He groaned and exploded in her mouth.
Rachael moaned around his cock as she swallowed every drop. She continued to moan even after he finished cumming, as if she were savoring the sensation of feeling her belly fill with his semen.
"S-Sorry," said Paul, his cheeks flushed. "It was too good. I didn't mean to-"
Rachael cut him with a gesture as she got to her feet. She grabbed another incense stick and lit it, setting it next to the bed. The scent seemed to fill the space instantly.
"Don't worry," she said. "We're just getting started."
Paul was prepared to debate that, but there was something about the scent of the incense that spoke directly to his dick. To his astonishment, his cock got rock-hard again with only the slightest encouragement from Rachael's hands and mouth.
"That's amazing," gasped Paul, feeling himself already building to another explosion.
Before he could climax again, however, Rachael stood and turned, bending over, presenting herself to him. Eyes wild with need, Paul needed no further invitation. He entered her from behind, his hands holding her hips, her moans of pleasure urging him on. The echo of his hips slapping against her ass filled the space, an animalistic urgency fueling his thrusts.
When he came, he came hard. He felt himself being turned inside out. Eyes glazed, he fell back onto the bed, his heartbeat erratic, his breathing ragged.
In a daze, he felt Rachael's naked body climbing on top of him, her firm round bottom straddling his tired-but-rigid cock.
"We're not done yet," whispered Rachael, her breath against his ear. "Just a little bit more."
The room swirled around Paul. Everything was colors and heat and Rachael. He opened his mouth to protest, to beg for a few minutes recovery, but he could the incense on his tongue now and, incredibly, his cock was responding to the firm presence of Rachael's weight on his still-pulsing shaft.
"C-Can't…" started Paul, but Rachael placed two fingers on his lips.
"Shush," she said. "You're doing fine."
And, incredibly, he found his cock was responding just fine. More than fine, in fact, as the fog in his mind cleared just enough for him to realize that Rachael was easing herself down onto his shaft.
"S-So…tight!" he said. "But that's your-"
Rachael shushed him again. "My ass, yes. I know. Now shut up and fuck my ass."
As it turned out, Rachael did all the work. She continued to straddle him, her hands on his chest, her hips moving up and down as she stroked his shaft with her tight rear entrance. She was slick with the juices of her own arousal and her sphincter slid over his cock easily. Despite his two recent ejaculations, the tightness of her backdoor soon sent him over the edge.
This time Paul knew he was spent. Complete exhaustion ruled his body. He couldn't move.
Rachael continued to straddle him, even as his rapidly deflating cock popped free of her tight back passage. She stared at his face, almost as if she were searching for something, or perhaps waiting.
Paul's eyes glazed slightly as the afterglow washed over him. Then he blinked languidly as he felt a strange sensation. It almost felt like his body was changing. Softening. Firming. Like his center of gravity was shifting.
Rachael suddenly relaxed, as if she had seen what she wanted to see. She leaned forward and bit his lower lip affectionately.
"There we go," she said, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. "I was a little worried. Sometimes even the magic incense isn't enough to get the guy to cum three times in all three orifices in the required time period."
Paul blinked in confusion. "M-Magic…?"
"Yes. Welcome to the world of magic and witchcraft, Paul," said Rachael, her voice seeming to resonate with a new quality. "Or should I say Paula?"
And then, finally, Paul understood.
His body was changing. His masculinity was melting away, being replaced by the firm curves and soft contours of a woman. His pecs were swelling, becoming firm, heavy breasts. His hips were widening, rounding, even as his waist cinched inward. His bottom was swelling, his face softening into a warm, feminine appearance. His hair was growing, his lips thickening.
"Oh, my," said Rachael, her eyes bright. "I know you can't move right now to see yourself, but it turns out that you make a very attractive woman."
Paul's eyes widened. He couldn't summon the energy to mount a vehement protest, however.
"I'm sorry, cutie," said Rachael. "I've been dying to get a cock lately and yours is perfect. So I have to borrow your testosterone and leave my excess estrogen with you for a bit, okay? Don't worry. You'll get your dick back sooner or later. Eventually."
And then Paul's eyes widened again as he realized that Rachael now had a thick, fully-erect cock. His cock.
Rachael reached down and wrapped her feminine fingers around her shaft. "Mmmmmm. Such a beautiful cock, cutie. I'll take good care of it for you until you get it back, okay? But before I go, I think I need to get a little practice in."
Rachael slid off of Paul's- now Paula's- hips and got on her knees between Paula's legs. She hooked her arms under Paula's knees, lifting them up, exposing Paula's fresh new pussy.
Paula gasped as she felt a sudden pressure against her new pussy. Still unable to move, she could only lay there as an array of new sensations assailed her, the unfamiliar sensations of feminine heat and pleasure rippling through her body, her belly muscles jumping, her nipples rigid.
And then Paula gave an audible moan when Rachael pushed her cock into Paula's fresh new pussy.
Rachael enthusiastically pounded Paula, seemingly as new to male sensations as Paula was to female sensations. Rachael managed to hold back just long enough for Paula to experience her first female orgasm.
*****
Eight months later:
It was almost Christmas. Paula waddled into Progressive Overload, drawing the attention of several patrons despite- or perhaps because of- her round belly. The pre-holiday crowd was festive and the place was packed. She made her way toward the Christmas tree.
As Paula started toward the twinkling lights, a hand suddenly descended upon her swollen belly, a touch that felt oddly familiar even through the fabric of her embarrassing maternity dress. Paula looked up and somehow wasn't surprised to see who the hand belonged to.
Rachael.
The witch stood in Paula's personal space, a grin on her face as she patted Paula's round belly. Rachael's expression was a smug mix of satisfaction and mirth.
"Hello again, cutie," Rachael said, her voice laced with amusement. "You look adorable."
Paula's cheeks burned. "You knocked me up!"
Rachael gave an offhand shrug. "Guilty as charged. I like having a cock and the spell I used to take your dick does have a time limit. That time limit is paused if the original owner of the cock is pregnant, however, so I decided to pause the timer for nine months, so to speak."
Paula stamped her foot in frustration. "That is…that's so not fair!"
Rachael grinned. "If you think it's not fair now, wait 'til I visit you again right after you give birth. I think you're adorable with that belly and giving you another one would give me another nine months with your cock, wouldn't it?"
Paula's eyes widened. "Oh! Don't you dare!"
Rachael grinned, then leaned forward and patted Paula's rounded bottom. "I think you'd be adorable as a perpetually pregnant cutie, but we'll see what happens."
Then the witch patted Paula's gravid belly one more time and disappeared into the festive holiday crowd.
“It’s crazy that they haven’t noticed I’m pregnant yet”
“They’re just so busy with work. You only have to hide it for a few more weeks and then they can’t force you to get an abortion. Soon we’ll have enough money for our own place and you won’t have to hide anything”
New OC - Carmen 'Dotty' Domínguez. I'm definitely into my short stack preggos at the moment!
I started drawing this just before the 'Preg Rock' picture. This is sort of a companion piece to that one.
I've also got a nude version that I'll finish off in the next few days and post that to my Patreon.