I can't stop thinking about a rebellious hostage prince being kept in a rival kingdom's castle, and he keeps trying to escape, and in response the king has him restrained and fattened up, so that he can't keep making escape attempts. Once the prince is too fat and mindless to run anywhere, the king keeps him as a cock sleeve, naked save for the collar, and nipple and cock piercings, connected with delicate gold chains. The plump prince grows bigger with the king's multitude of heirs, and he can only whine and beg for belly rubs, and occasionally swallows a servant whole. His ample figure fills out much of the king's massive bed, his breasts are always too full, and his babies seem to move at all hours.
You work at an office of monsters and beasts of all kinds, but you're the diversity hire, the only human who works there, and as the boss's assistant at that. Some of your coworkers have threatened to eat you, but you know they're bluffing, no one pisses off the boss, the giant demon who formed the company was feared and respected by all of his employees. So when company dinners and pre-paid lunches inevitably soften you up, you think it's very possible that the boss will gulp you down himself and hire another human to take your place. This line of thinking leads you to finding a witch who does reformations, just in case you become brunch.
And you do try, briefly, to resist the free snacks in the break room and the complimentary donuts at meetings, but your resolve breaks and you figure with reformations in place you don't really need to fear being eaten anyways. Soon you've ballooned and need a whole new wardrobe, and your coworkers eye you up even more than before, the way your muffin top hangs over your belt, the way you jiggle going up the stairs, you can tell that you're tormenting them with how delicious you look, and having that kind of effect on them turns you on.
So when you get called into a one on one meeting with your boss, you think you know what to expect. The large office is beautifully decorated with art and differing seating, even a large hammock hanging from the rafters that you know your boss quite enjoys reading in, though you always found it amazing that any hammock was strong enough to hold such a monster. The giant demon you work for sat behind the large desk watches as you plop your wide ass into a chair and explains that your role within the company is being changed.
'This is it.' you think, 'He's gonna eat me.'
Feigning ignorance, you ask what that'll entail, thinking he'll surely tell you your new role will be lunch.
When he pulls you over to him you still aren't surprised, wondering if your fat form will give him heartburn and instantly getting horny at the thought. You are surprised when he doesn't eat you, instead splaying you on his desk, tearing off your clothes and tormenting your cunt with his hot forked tongue. Completely caught off guard and already so wet, it isn't long before you cum and as your boss scoops you up you again assume he's going to swallow you.
Instead your back is pressed against his chest, your legs are spread and you're lowered slowly onto his huge cock, forced to slide down further and further as it stretches you so wide. It's so big, proportional to the massive demon it belongs to, your cunt twitches around it as you feel it pushing deeper inside of you, you can see and feel the tip pressing against your insides as you finally fully sheath him.
He studies you as you pant and whimper, unable to form words at the feeling of being so stretched. He rubbed your clit and directed you to rub at his fat tip through your flab, before explaining that it was becoming too risky to let you continue to waddle about the company unclaimed, and that your corpulence was a distraction to the other employees.
With no further explanation than that, he began bouncing you mercilessly on his pulsing cock, grunting as you jiggled in his grasp, and all you could do was moan and cum over and over. In your dick dumb state you had no thoughts and no fears as you were pounded into. When he finally released inside of your aching pussy, you watched as your belly began to swell wider and rounder, sloshing loudly. It kept coming like a hose, your cunt milking out all the seed until there was nothing left. Your belly was the size of a yoga ball, tightly stretched around the huge load that had been packed in, and when your boss finally pulled his now flaccid dick out, he quickly grabbed a fat plug from a drawer in his desk and plugged you, before carrying you over to his hammock.
Completely engorged with seed and still riding the high of your multiple orgasms, you were panting and pliant as he cut his finger and painted a sigil around your bellybutton, your entire body soon engulfed in heat as two small nubby horns sprouted on your head and your breasts swelled with milk, which trickled from your tender nipples and down your round body. Your new role within the company was expansion, you would stay with your boss and grow him as many hell spawn as he wanted to pack into your fertile body. Now that you were properly claimed, no one would dare to even look at you, let alone try gobbling you down. Your fat form now existed solely for his pleasure.
He promised to take good care of you as his breeder, planning to make you cum whenever you wanted, milk you regularly, and feed you enough to grow massive healthy spawn, so much that you wouldn't be waddling anywhere, as this would be the best punishment for such a gluttonous human, who dared to grow so fat in a building full of monsters.
I want you to think about someone massive - belly stretching for dozens of feet; so large that they cannot move, but all of their needs are taken care of by others. Are they the last fertile person on Earth, the burden of repopulation resting solely on their shoulders? A pred who eats a whole town in single sitting? Someone who has unbirthed many, many people over the course of their life, and continues to add new additions?~
(I'm blending these options together, with a lil bit of sci-fi 💞)
Urso groaned as his whole body seemed to quake from the kicking of his pups, "Ahhh, I think it's nearly time..."
"You sure they're not just hungry, darling?" His lover purred, watching the movement of the pups.
"I literally just ate." He pointed to the peak of his swell, where some prey were clearly shifting around in his gut.
"Give it a few minutes, we don't want to get everyone riled up too soon." Lyra rubbed at one of the pup's elbows that was clearly jabbing Urso from within.
Urso moaned and leaned back, trying to get comfortable with his truly massive belly swollen out before him. He'd been enjoying life as an immobile broodmare for a long time, and had grown used to being at the mercy of his ever demanding pups.
Many many many years ago Urso had been just as human as everyone else, but for reasons beyond humanity's comprehension, energies began to change in humans. It seemed humans were the only ones affected by what was deemed a "time shift". Certain things in humans were too fast and others too slow, and nothing was consistent. Some had hearts that beat too fast and died quickly thereafter, some had skin that all but shed non-stop leaving them raw constantly, though most were sexually shifted, many would be quickly struck with sexual desire and then nothing, leaving people very rarely able to procreate, and most unwilling to risk the possibility of a child growing inside them in a few hours or a few years. As much as people feared being too fast, some were too slow, slow to think, slow to move, slow to breathe. Urso hadn't discovered what he was affected with, everything seemed normal, though he knew something was either far too fast or slow.
Whatever caused the time shift was never discovered, there were theories, but nothing concrete. Along with the change in time, some people began to see things that were previously unseen, Urso was among those lucky few. He was terrified at first but upon realizing that the odd entities did little more than acknowledge his presence, it wasn't too difficult to navigate.
The only time an entity spoke to him, it was some sort of wish granter, a genie or a fairy or something, notoriously untrustworthy, but with the state of things Urso couldn't exactly refuse. So many societies had collapsed into chaos, turns out humans don't handle an inability to enjoy sex well at all. What did he need to wish for in order to have some semblance of normalcy and safety?
He of course tried to wish for things to go back to normal, to undo the time shift all together, but the creature had refused. It didn't explain what the limitation of the wishes were which didn't help.
Ultimately, Urso could only wish for the ability to bless people with children that were unaffected by the time shift.
The spirit didn't refuse this, and with the wave of a hand they were in a beautiful open field, another wave of its hand and a huge stone building appeared amongst the flowers. Then it was gone. Urso, with no clue where he was or what to do, could only go into the odd building and hope to find an explanation.
It was a massive structure, like a palace, and was well stocked with food and medicines and many of the luxuries that had disappeared with society's collapse. The giant library looked like it would take years to fully look through, and much of it appeared to be contents about survival and life skills. As he finished looking around the entire place, returning to the biggest room inside, he still had no idea what he was meant to do exactly.
Then a group entered the place, quickly running into Urso.
"Is this place yours?" The man who looked to be leading the group asked. He was tall and rugged looking, long dark hair, muscles, tan skin, he looked like an actor.
"Uh, yes, I would say so."
"We've been sent here to help you with your wish." He held out his hand which Urso shook readily.
"I'm Urso. And you are?"
"Lyra. Nice to meet you."
He was introduced to the group and though he was still uncertain what he was meant to do, showed them around the place. Soon they were working together to make things more livable in what they were now calling home, saving seeds from their food stores and growing new food, taking the long trail to the nearest town to share their supplies, which through some magical means always replenished overnight. It seemed that the palace was nearly frozen in time, barely crawling forward at all, meaning those living within were effectively free from the time shift as long as they were inside. It wasn't long before more people joined them, growing their numbers and developing an odd culture of their own together.
Along with a melting pot culture, Urso also found himself receptive to Lyra's flirtations. The two were even better at leading together. As they had an unending supply of food, it didn't surprise anyone that they all looked healthy, Urso was happy that his wish seemed to include benefits. Their clear well-being attracted more people over time, and it seemed as more people lived there, the stockpile only grew.
As he was walking through the library looking for something to read he found an old tome that inexplicably fell off the shelf closest to him. It was full of information on bizarre magic, depicting all kinds of mind boggling feats. He tried showing it to the others, but it seemed they all lacked the eyes to see the unseen and couldn't read a word of it.
Pouring over the old tome for days, Urso found what he needed to do at last. Painting a series of glyphs on his skin and reading aloud the chant from the pages, his body began to change right before his eyes. No longer merely healthy, Urso was growing fat, moaning as he finished reading the chant and his body swelled wider. Quickly it became impossible for him to hold himself up, his muscles unable to lift such sudden weight, and he was stuck sitting on his widening rear.
"This isn't too terribly big..." He muttered as the growing finally stopped, he could probably move with some help. His body felt huge, but pleasurable. The soft skin, the stretch marks, the jiggle, it felt right.
"Lyra!" He called, hoping that someone would hear him through his door. He probably should've asked for someone to help him with this strange ritual. "Lyra! Anybody?"
He heard hurried footsteps before his door flew open.
Lyra stood in the doorway dumbstruck, eyes looking over the much larger man, "Are... Are you okay?"
"Yes, but I can't move. Could you give me a hand? There's a spell for weightlessness in that book there, but I can't reach it."
By the end of the day Urso was waddling about the palace, Lyra practically glued to his side.
"Just what were you thinking doing that alone? What if I hadn't heard you? What if something had gone wrong?"
"I'm perfectly fine, and you did hear me. Everything worked out, didn't it?"
"Was this what you were wishing for?"
"You didn't know before you came?"
"No. I just knew we had to come here."
"I wished for a way to give people children that didn't have the time shift."
"And what does that have to do with you getting so big?" Despite his less than polite choice of words, Urso could see the desire in his eyes.
"Well, it's a requirement to make my wish happen. I've got all the spells I'll need to make this work, but first we should explain it to everyone, let's have a meeting."
Urso explained to the others in the encampment what his plans were, and that he'd need sixteen others to complete the spell, eight willing and eight unwilling. Once he explained what the others would need to do in order to complete the spell, eight people readily volunteered, much to Urso's delight.
Eight other people were dragged to the palace while Urso set everything up in the massive central room they'd be performing the spell in. The people of the encampment bowed down before Urso as Lyra fed him each of the eight outsiders. These sacrifices were all kicking up a storm in his stomach but it was a thrilling sensation. He felt so full and had to gulp so hard to swallow them all, and yet it felt so good once each of them was inside.
"Now for the fun part." Urso smiled as he approached the eight volunteers, lowering his wet cunt onto the first one in the row, the spell he'd applied to his body allowing him to stretch to accommodate the sheer size.
The combined wriggling of the prey in his gut on top of the shifting volunteers being pulled into his womb was ecstacy. The glyphs painted on him glowed as his body accepted all eight of his new pups. He still felt positively gravid, belly stretched around all sixteen of them, it seemed his weightless spell was wearing off.
Lyra helped him get settled on a giant cushion before going to find some cream for his lover's over stretched skin. Urso could only sit there in bliss, his mind spinning with plans.
The powerful magic required eight willing volunteers to act as a harness to Urso's magic, from within his body he could steer their excess energy to others to form healthy pregnancies in anyone near him. The eight sacrifices in his gut were giving him the energy to make such a sudden transformation safely.
The pups inside his womb never regressed over the years, in fact they grew quite plump inside his spoiled body, and would eagerly move about within him whenever they got hungry or it was time to transfer their excess energy into others. Over the years, more people heard about the "fertile palace", migrated to it and found themselves well fed and heavy with children that would be free from the time shift. Some had no desire for children and were happier serving Urso or being fattened up and consumed to feed his huge swell. It was discovered that his milk was good at healing sicknesses and soon he was almost always attached to a pump.
Urso was content as a fertility conductor, planting healthy pregnancies into willing worshippers wasn't difficult work, and he enjoyed watching everyone grow. The children born in the palace were healthy and happy and had no trouble with the time shift. If he could've jumped for joy when it was first confirmed, he would've, the best he could manage was jiggling with delighted laughter.
"Hmm, Love, I think it really is time... Urp!" All the eager kicking of his pups along with his recent meal was a lot of sensation all at once, despite how huge he'd gotten, it wasn't any less intense now than it had been in the beginning.
"Alright, let's get everyone ready." Lyra opened a door and several naked worshippers made their way into the room, slowly approaching their benefactor's mountain of a belly. His belly towered over even tall people, and seemed to stick out so far, Urso couldn't see past it and his globe breasts hardly at all, but he didn't mind. This was what he wanted to be, after all.
One by one people approached and pressed themselves against Urso's huge body, as he directed energy into each of them they began to swell with brood and milk. Each one was nicely round as they waddled to an area of cushions to catch their breath. Urso could see that some were going to have multiples and others heavy singles, the energy he'd placed in them choosing randomly how many they'd carry.
As the last of the eager worshippers were filled with young, Urso felt his own pups settle inside him finally.
"Whoo, you boys finally tucker yourselves out in there?" He asked quietly, giving his heavy form a rub.
Lyra gave his belly a kiss before meeting his lips passionately, "Are you gonna fill people up long after the time shift is fixed?"
"I don't see why not to. Even once the time shift is gone, plenty of people will still want to be filled with babies." He smiled as his little ones seemed to finally go to sleep, "Besides, I can't let these pups out, this is where they belong."
"What if I told you that there's apparently another influx of worshippers arriving within the week." Lyra's eyes burned with lust.
"They'd still take a bit of time to settle in, get a bit fat, then I'm sure we could fill them up too. You like watching me fill everyone up."
"I do. I'll dote on you and these pups until the end of time. Even if everyone else leaves, I'm staying and tending to you and the pups. Now," Lyra kissed one of his chins, "It's time for dessert. You worked hard filling all these people, you've earned a reward."
"I love you." Urso grinned, tears pricked in the corner of his eyes, "You and the pups are the best part of my wish."
Currently thinking about a massive demon sent to annihilate all life, being forcibly contained by a very powerful, very maternal angel. The demon can't be killed so the angel keeps him in an almost constant sleep, using fattened human sacrifices to force the demon into a food coma. As the demon grows year after year, he needs more sacrifices to stay asleep, but eventually he's too fat to move and the angel lets him wake and teases him for eternity. The once powerful demon is now immobile, doing nothing but groaning, belching, and whimpering as the sheer mass of hundreds of souls in his gut will take at least a millennium to digest, and the angel has promised to top him up often.
Nun & demon horny plot of the day: several demons getting summoned and escaping the summoner's poorly drawn salt circle only to descend on the nearby monastery. The demons manage to take the older nuns out first, quickly forcing each of them into their cocks, churning them into seed. Finally outnumbering the remaining nuns two to one, they corner each of them, splitting them on their vile engorged cocks, bloating them with unholy seed before disappearing.
The once quiet pristine monastery is now a demon factory, each defiled nun massive with rowdy spawn as they go about their self-sufficient lives, only able to think about what their spawn wants, even slipping into town at night to swallow some unsuspecting people to feed their growth. As their bodies grow wide and strong to support such growth, none even consider how long it takes for demons to mature. Their forms swell bigger and bigger without a hint of stopping, their garments littered about the place in taters, unable to contain such mass, revealing leaking heavy breasts, red stretch marks and incessant movement, their habits the only remaining indication of what they once were.
Once they'd neared a size too large to waddle they congregated in a circle, unintentionally allowing the magic of their spawn to create a circuit between them, powerful enough to draw a summoning circle encompassing each of their gravid forms.
Truly the fiery pits of hell were no place for any nun, but eager spawn sows were right at home in the heat, and finally free from the holy ground of the monastery, their spawn were willing enough to be birthed, a bit overdue, but made stronger by growing in such a hostile environment. Slowly stretched by each demon spawn that forced their way out, the sows lamented the emptiness, overcome with an inescapable need for more.
"Sister Cynthia!" Beatrice hissed as Cynthia pulled her close, "What are you--"
Cynthia forced the naked woman into her drooling maw, moaning as she was gulped down deeper and deeper. Before she knew it, Beatrice was stuck inside the belly of her captor along with Sister Adelaide, despite her struggling.
The days were becoming more difficult as more and more people were being pulled into Cynthia's growing body, Sister Lorna and Sister Mina had gotten gobbled up by her small breasts the night before, leaving them juicy and full, and now both Sisters Adelaide and Beatrice had been pulled into her gut after showering. Just how has all of this happened? And what would she do now?
Cynthia let out a loud belch as she rubbed her tumultuous belly, her clothes wouldn't possibly fit over such girth. She found Adelaide's clothes, finding that they fit her width well enough, but needed to be hemmed at the skirt. She went about collecting the remaining clothes to not draw suspicion and quietly slipped out of the showers and back to her room.
Once in the privacy of her room, she opened the window and sat on her bed, waiting for her late night visitor to come see her again.
Dozing in and out of sleep, eventually her visitor returned, his beauty gleaming like a star. An angel had been coming to her in the night.
"Two?" He asked, watching her belly churn noisily.
"Urp, yes, they were alone in the showers so it was fairly easy."
"Undress."
Cynthia did as ordered, standing before him naked and full. He laid a hand on her round belly and some of his light sank into her skin. She shivered as he withdrew.
"You will stretch now to carry as much as you desire. And no one will think it odd if they see your growth."
"Ah, alright...?" She said, "So, you want me to eat more?"
"All of them. Then, I will return."
Cynthia blinked and he was gone, leaving her to wonder what was to come.
During prayer Cynthia ate all of the others, one after the next, in each pew, until they were all crammed inside of her aching writhing belly or her bulging breasts. Being able to stretch as much as needed was nice, but it didn't save her from being too full to move, so once everyone had been eaten, she was stuck in place, naked as the day she was born, burping and waiting for her visitor.
Her giant belly had all day to digest, but by the time her visitor arrived she still couldn't move, her gut was just slightly softer and sloshy.
"You did well." He gave her belly a pat and her stomach seemed to start working even faster against her feast.
"What now? Bwoooooorp!" She clung to her belly as she burped loudly.
Her visitor snapped his fingers and suddenly she was outside in a wide grassy field, alone.
"Hello?" She called into the night, wondering what was going on, and where he'd gone, "Hellooo?"
She lay there, atop her huge churning gut for a while, worrying that someone would find her in this state, but also worrying that maybe no one would find her.
Eventually someone did approach her from the treeline, a lone man, tall and strong and painted with scars.
"Hello..." She said meekly, followed by her belly making a loud groan.
"Hello~" the stranger purred, "You look like you've had quite a feast, hm?"
She blushed, "Y-Yes... I'm stuck..."
He grinned, "So I can see."
The stranger walked around to her behind and hummed in approval. He said something she didn't understand and suddenly lots of people were coming over from the forest, many of whom wasted no time in climbing up her form and into her cunt. She moaned as more and more of them pushed their way into her womb, making her cum again and again. The stranger was the last to climb inside her, leaving her alone once more, but now with an overactive womb.
Suddenly she was in a large palace of some sort, looking around, she spotted her visitor, "What's going on? Where are we?"
"A safe breeding ground. I had to use you as a honey pot, to attract those vulgar demons. Look at how many went inside, and now they're all stuck inside for purification." He smiled at the angry movement in her belly.
"I don't understand..."
"By consuming the other sisters, your holy cleansing power is condensed together, and your body became a purifying vessel for demons to be reformed. Once they've all regressed you'll grow them as angel pups inside of you. You're not the only one either, look." He waved his hand to show other huge pregnant sows, their bellies flabby and wriggling with life, "You can eat as much as you want, waddle about as much as you want, cum as much as you want, and you're doing a precious service to the world, we can't have enough angels, and these pitiful demons couldn't resist the pull of your warm womb, they'll be much happier as your brood."
"They can't get out?"
"No, they're locked inside. They'll be born after a long long time purifying within you."
She blinked, "Okay..." Just how long would it take?
"As a reward," he smiled, "I'll make sure you have everything your heart desires."
Cynthia smiled back, she suddenly wanted to stay pregnant as long as possible.
Current brain rot: Spoiled newly wed king getting filled up with his husband's heirs right as the kingdom goes to war, after a few failed assassination attempts they decide it's too dangerous for the heirs to be born so a spell is cast to seal the king's womb. He's having meetings and war planning and endless work while lugging around an increasingly heavy belly. There's no telling how long the war will drag on for, and eventually the king will be too big to move.
