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.
Share with the world your notions of pred hucows and bulls~
Pred hucows:
They get so hungry and don't stop to think about the consequences of eating a stable hand, their four stomachs all noisy while churning the prey. Their breasts could also unintentionally pull people in, making them swell even larger, adding to their flab like a calorie bomb. I think hucows are probably especially gluttonous when they're pregnant or trying to bulk before a fair, they're ruled by their appetites after all. I imagine a lot of people assume hucows are too mindless and slow to be preds, but if you get too close to a hungry heifer anything can happen. Even if they're punished for eating someone, they can't help but enjoy the next few days of making extra thick cream.
Pred bulls:
Bulls have equally strong appetites but they express differently, their sex drives are so strong that they just can't help but thrust at the slightest provocation, if someone half hazardly touches a bull, it's no surprise if they get pulled into a massive cock, leaving the bull to rut until their prey is completely churned to cum, even better if their balls are so full they can't move. At the mercy of their own bodies, they're probably much less aggressive once they're full.
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."
Picture: Sitting on a sofa is a fancy woman with a humongous belly, huge and heavy, nearly brushing the floor. One hand rests atop her gravid swell, while the other fondles a nipple the size of a fist. What's her story (doesn't have to be elaborate)~
I'm gonna go with a royal hostage situation. An evil queen, a captured princess, the usual.... Sort of
A kingdom and queendom are warring for land, with the larger, more prosperous queendom treating the whole thing like a neighborly spat, hosting a masquerade ball in the palace just to spite the opposing side. The queen, dressed in silken finery and gold, wasn't expecting to come face to face with one of the kingdom's own heirs.
The beautiful princess probably thought her identity was obscured in a masquerade ball, but nothing escaped the Queen's gaze. Was this lone maiden planning to assassinate her? Or simply do reconnaissance on the enemy? It didn't take much for the Queen to intoxicate her and lead her away from the crowd, where behind closed doors the princess said something that struck her with nostalgia.
'I don't want to marry a man'
The Queen could sympathize with this, as she'd never bothered with marriage herself, preferring to use men as stallions to produce heirs before releasing them. Of course, this was something she could do as the sole heir, but the maiden in her grasp was not so lucky, having several older siblings and cousins.
There was only one solution for the problem, and that was to simply claim the princess for herself. The opposing kingdom would never agree to a marriage, so the Queen opted for a one-sided solution, inviting the younger woman to undress and throw away her maidenhood.
It had been a long time since a virgin had attempted to please the Queen, her hand in the princess's platinum hair, guiding her. Soon she was directing the maiden's hands to her throbbing cunt, pulling her in deeper and deeper and deeper until the Queen was lowering herself to completely capture her new prize. Getting to her feet and readjusting her dress around the impossible to hide swell, she wondered how long it would take for the neighbors to realize their princess had disappeared.
Her devoted subjects were entirely unbothered by the sudden swell, simply offering her cream for the stretch marks and reminding her to eat well. She hadn't exactly been expecting the lithe princess to have such demanding cravings, but she couldn't complain about the endless need for fruit and bread, even as the added weight piled on and widened her gaite to a waddle.
Weeks turned into months and the Queen could only speculate that the opposing kingdom had simply shrugged off the lost maiden. By the time they figured it out, she'd blimped and her milk had come in, her body perfectly suited to carrying her hostage around.
The emissaries sent by the kingdom were gobsmacked at the sight of the Queen, specially tailored clothes clung to her engorged, leaky breasts, and her massive stretch mark covered belly. Her rear was filling out the couch and a large velvet pillow had been placed on the floor to cushion the underside of her huge gut. It was difficult to even see past her own sloshing tits, her fat nipples stretching the fabric meant to contain them.
Once they'd recollected themselves, the man in charge dared to ask if she'd eaten his betrothed, the princess Estelle.
The Queen realized she'd never gotten the maiden's name, and denied having eaten her.
"It seems the lost princess would rather be at my mercy than yours." She rubbed a hand over her heavy swell, "She belongs to me now."
They attempted to barter with her, offering parcels of land and gold in exchange for the princess, all of which were refused. It seemed she had some value in marriage but was far enough down the line of succession that they wouldn't simply end the war to get her back. The entire discussion seemed to agitate the princess, who kicked against the Queen's insides.
Irritated and beginning to noticeably leak through her clothes, the Queen dismissed them from her palace and replaced them with her servants. Finally being liberated from her clothes, eating a snack and getting milked was bliss. Warm hands working her swollen tits and aching feet freed up her own hands to focus on her captive princess.
"You belong to me now." She repeated, rubbing at what she could reach of her belly. She couldn't see herself wanting to release her princess anytime soon. The princess settled, seeming happy to stay right where she was.
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.
One boy's journey into becoming a maternity goddess~
Happy Mayternity 💕
Briar yawned as he climbed up the lush mountain, it was so early the sun hadn't even come up yet. He wanted to watch the sunrise on the peak so he had to get up there in the dark. He stumbled here and there, scraping his knees and hands a bit, everything was slick with morning dew. It would all be worth it for the view, he reminded himself as he climbed.
Making his way around to the east side of the mountain peak, Briar found that the view was indeed phenomenal, but something strange caught his eye. A trail, leading up the mountain further. Curious, and still a ways off from dawn, he headed along the trail to see where it would take him.
He wasn't expecting much, maybe it was a game trail leading to a spring. After walking a ways he discovered there was a spring, but said spring was cutting through a small overgrown stone temple. It was empty, and a bit dark inside, but it fascinated him, and tearing away a few vines let in enough light. Checking his compass it appeared the entrance faced directly east, so it would make a good spot to watch the sunrise. Sitting at the entrance, Briar enjoyed watching the sun come up, feeling the warmth fall over him. After basking in it a bit longer, he thought it would be fun to look around this strange temple.
The morning light illuminated the place, revealing an altar and an idol made of stone. Though Briar didn't know what god it was specifically, it was clearly a fertility icon of some sort, a round wide woman with strange markings all over her body. He set a hand on the altar, ignoring the stinging scrapes on his hand, and leaned over to get a closer look at the idol, wondering what the markings symbolized.
YOU BRING BLOOD AND LIGHT TO CERASUS
"Ugh!" Briar hunched over, clutching his head. What the hell was that?
THE ROPE IS SPUN
"What? What?" His legs gave out, his head felt like it was splitting.
BLOOD AND POWER
POWER AND BLOOD
Briar blacked out.
"I told you!" The shorter elf laughed, pointing to Briar who lay unconscious on the stone floor.
The taller elf sneered, "Bow down, you fool."
The two elves bowed low before entering the temple, the taller one lifting Briar up and placing him on the altar. The light that touched the idol seemed to warp around it before reaching out to envelop his body. The two elves muttered a prayer to Cerasus as the energy flowing into the man on the altar was fully absorbed.
Without further ceremony the taller elf scooped Briar up once more, throwing him over his shoulder before they left.
Briar awoke much later, his head pounding, his body aching, and quickly realized he was not in the temple any longer. He was in a huge forest, massive trees looming overhead. This was no ordinary forest.
"You're awake. Good."
Briar stood up quickly, stumbling back at the sight of two elves. How had he ended up in their territory?
"I-I don't know how I got here, point me to the way out and I'll leave and not come back." He said, holding his hands up in a passive gesture.
The two elves scoffed, the shorter one grabbed his arm, "Come on, we'll guide you."
"Uh, thank you..."
The short one smiled, "Aislinn. The tall grumpy one is Naira."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Briar."
The trio walked for a ways as the day came to an end. As the sun began to set they entered an elven city. Making their way deeper into the city, Briar realized he hadn't eaten a single thing all day as his stomach growled at him. They arrived at a large marble temple, much more grand and modern than the small one he'd been in this morning. He tried to ask what they were doing here but was pulled along without explanation.
At the top of the stairs leading up to the temple an old elf waited, looking serious and if her tapping staff was any indication, a bit impatient. She gestured for Briar to stand still as she went about chanting something he didn't understand.
A glowing light shined from his middle, causing the other two elves to bow down before him. His body felt strange. He looked between them and the light and the old chanting elf, trying to figure out just what was going on, but not daring to speak. The light grew brighter before it began spreading like veins along his body.
Once it had completely crawled across all of his body the light subsided, leaving odd symbols all over him, just like the ones covering the idol this morning.
The old elf gave some orders to the other two in elvish before heading down the stairs.
"Can you please explain what's going on?" Briar asked, feeling like he might burst into tears if he didn't get answers.
Naira pointed to his middle where the light had come from, and then at the bright full moon peaking through the trees, "You summoned an old fertility goddess and now you must act as an idol yourself. Your body is going to start changing, but don't worry, it's a pleasant change. Just wait for the transformation to be completed."
"And what if I don't want to? What if I just leave?" It was a bad bluff, they knew he wouldn't survive in a magic forest for a day.
"Cerasus would probably kill you herself."
Before Briar could ask what that meant, he felt a throbbing deep inside him, he groaned as his body began to feel so hot. His belly started to fill out, though he didn't know how, it swelled and then so did the rest of him, his tight rump started to soften and hips widened, then his thighs thickened and his gut swelled out even more as all he could do was clutch it helplessly, then as if he wasn't round enough, two juicy breasts quickly replaced his pecs. He panted and moaned as he continued to grow bigger and wider, why did it feel so good? What was happening to him? He felt something throb between his legs, something that hadn't been there before. All he could do was moan and squirm.
His round belly dominated his form, the weight of it pulled on him, demanding that he hold it up with both arms, but it felt good, and he couldn't bring himself to feel ashamed at the display as he tore his clothes off eagerly. Those damn pants had no business squeezing his hips so tightly, and that awful shirt was cutting into his arms and sides like a vice, much easier just to take them off before they could cut off circulation.
"Ha! I told you some humans hate to wear undergarments, you owe me twenty shillings." Aislinn laughed, pointing to Briar's lack of underwear.
Naira rolled his eyes, "Focus on the task at hand. Looks like you match the icon, fat boy, let's get you inside."
With a swat on his ass, Naira steered the now plush human inside the temple. It was beautiful inside, much warmer and cleaner than the first one. Soon Briar had been scrubbed down and was wearing a thin revealing tunic that slit along the sides, revealing his thick legs and clinging just right to his fat belly and breasts, which he was still getting used to carrying around.
Waddling into a room belly first sent a thrill through Briar, and he took a moment to look over his softened body in the giant mirror.
"We're going to be your attendants, Lord Briar, please don't hesitate to make requests for anything you'd like. These welcome gifts are just to help you get settled in."
Briar blinked, looking over all the luxuries in the room, the huge bed, the cosmetics, the jewelry, several things he couldn't even identify. Surely these things weren't really for him, this must be some sort of joke. Just because he accidentally put his scraped up hand on that altar he was being turned into an idol?
He placed one foot on an ottoman and raised the front of his tunic. "Holy fuck... Are you guys seeing this?"
"A cute fatty showing off in the mirror? Yes." Aislinn snickered.
Briar pointed a finger at his nethers, "The cunt is new. That was not there before."
"Nonsense--"
Naira cut him off, "It's probably true, the priestess said it's rare for humans to have both."
"...Hm, I figured Cerasus picked you because you had both." The smaller elf shrugged, "Just the same, it's a blessing. You should get some rest, I'm sure we'll be very busy in the morning."
Without any further explanation the pair left him alone, and Briar was only able to sort of get his thoughts together before exhaustion caught up with him and he fell asleep.
In the morning Briar woke to a large breakfast in bed, and no longer riding the high of his transformation, felt embarrassed to be doted on like this. He was never the sort to have others do things for him, it was strange to sit around watching others open the curtains and bring him slippers.
He shuffled along on a little tour of the temple, finding that he quite enjoyed the two attendants and their odd humor. Aislinn handed him an orange potion to drink as they finished their tour.
"What's it do?" Briar peered at it.
"I wonder~" He winked.
Briar huffed, figuring that it wouldn't kill him or turn him into a frog, and put it back easily.
"Hmm," he licked his lips, "Tastes good. Will you tell me now?"
"I think it's more fun if you wait and see."
The pair led the human back to his room, where a strange item was standing proudly on his bed.
"What is that?" He asked, gesturing at the thing.
Naira grinned, "It's a gift, a specially made toy for your pleasure."
Briar laughed and picked it up, looking it over, he supposed it looked phallic, "Is... Is this what elves look like? Down there?"
"Is elven anatomy not widely known? I thought it was sought after in the broader world."
Briar was still studying the thick gift, it's ribbed shaft and shear length, along with a small symbol on the tip, "Ah, you know, I'm not sure. It's never come up. I know dragons look, erm, terrifying, but I'd never heard anything about elf sex." The human felt an odd stir in the pit of his belly, and suddenly he felt very warm, not unlike how he felt during his transformation last night.
Naira grabbed the dildo and pressed him onto his back on the bed, "Well, you're going to get acquainted today."
"Wh- What for?" His mind was going fuzzy, he couldn't seem to get his thoughts in order.
"You're a fertility icon now, Lord Briar."
"Yeah and? That thing's not gonna get me pregnant." Though it was tempting to stretch himself with.
Naira laughed and ran a finger over the symbol on the tip, making cum bead there as if summoned. Aislinn took a thigh in either hand and started kissing the soft flesh there, but not touching Briar's cunt at all, making him squirm.
"If you ask nicely," the taller elf purred, "I'll lube this toy up first."
Briar felt so hellishly hot, like his skin would melt off of him at any moment, "P-Please, hah, I... I'll do anything, I-I, oh gods, what did you give me?"
Aislinn sucked on the skin of his inner thigh, "Just a little something. You look like you're enjoying it." Then he said something in elvish to Naira, who pushed their human down before kissing him hard, grabbing at his soft tits, followed by Aislinn finally beginning to give his clit some attention, along with sliding two long fingers into his wetness to stretch him out.
His eyes rolled back, his clit was so unbearably sensitive but he was enjoying it, all he could do was squirm and buck helplessly as the two played with him, he was sure he would quickly lose count of orgasms. Naira made quick work of lubing up the dildo, but took his sweet time slowly working it into Briar's lips.
Once the thick toy was fully taken inside their idol, they let him sit up and catch his breath.
Aislinn grabbed a thin magical device, showing its display to Briar. It was a view into another place, a large room with a huge clear vat full of something.
"Oh," the realization dawned on him, "That's... That's way too much, I can't possibly take all that."
"Not all at once, but eventually it'll be emptied." Naira squeezed one of his rolls, "Don't worry, it stops before you're at your limit."
"How did you even do that? Is that the combined efforts of every elf alive or what?"
"It's the combined effort of the elite elves who donated their seed, maybe a bit less than a hundred people."
"Oh? And do you two count as elites or...?
The pair both looked like kids caught red handed, Aislinn smiled cheekily, "We don't count but we may have contributed as well... Don't tell anyone, alright?"
"I can't exactly leverage it for better treatment, you're already worshipping me, so- Hmmmn!"
Briar watched as his middle started swelling slowly with seed, it felt weird but not unpleasant. Naira kissed his throat before grabbing his stiff cock in hand, appraising it.
"Humans are weird looking." He mumbled, running his thumb over the tip.
"Ah, don't be a tease." Briar hissed.
He couldn't do much to suppress the noise he made when the elf finally swallowed him, Aislinn was happy to kiss him and rub his expanding middle. He was certain they were going to torment him with pleasure for the foreseeable future. They worked several orgasms out of him before he couldn't take anymore, the toy gushing hot cum the whole time, slowly filling him up.
Feeling rightly sweaty and boneless it only made sense for the trio to take a bath before bed. It wasn't until a few days later that Briar really took in how big he was now. He couldn't reach his arms around the entirety of his belly, it was weighing him down so suddenly that it hurt his back to attempt to get up. His attendants were practically offended by the thought of him attempting to do anything on his own and made sure to train him out of that. Their goddess didn't need to lift a finger, his only focus should be his brood.
It took a bit of time and a few potions, but before long their precious idol was dick dumb and content to only receive pleasure. Briar was convinced that he couldn't waste any energy overthinking, that all of his energy needed to go to his brood. He didn't need to worry about anything, everything was taken care of for him. Being a gravid broodmare was perfect for him, he loved growing so big and full with healthy elf pups, and eating such decadent food, and getting milked twice a day, and drowning in orgasms.
Elite elven pups required nothing less than the best, and their gestational time was a year and a half at least, leaving the fat goddess to grow heavier and wider to contain them all. He couldn't wait for the next litter, his pussy throbbed at the thought. This was what he needed, an endless influx of babies to carry.
Ria is the newest addition to the work force in the royal palace, only getting the job because someone working at the palace noticed his pretty face in the market, 'not too pretty, just plain enough' the maid said while looking him over, his height and thick black hair obscuring his face enough that most people didn't notice him. She said something about being recommended by someone but didn't explain further. It didn't matter, he wasn't in any position to turn down a job, even if they make him muck the king's stables. He knows he's lucky to get the job, and luckier still that they give him something easy; he simply has to bring the meals the kitchen prepares to whatever room he's told to. It's easy work, the only problem is that he has such a hellish appetite it's torture to smell all the delicious food on the cart and hand it over to someone else to eat. He had always known hunger and somehow even after all these years still struggled to ignore it.
It took reminding himself repeatedly what the punishment would be if he dared touch a monarch's meal to stop him from taking any. Saliva pooling in his mouth as he pushed a cart of piping hot food to its destination. When he is given permission to enter the room he forces himself to straighten up and behave. He's delivering Queen Marissa's food today, such a graceful, warm woman, so willful and strong. He doesn't meet her eyes, but he knows how her face brightens when mealtime comes around.
As Ria turns to leave, his stomach growls loudly, like it's crying out for help. He goes red to his ears but tries to play it off and continue for the door, cursing his gut for its betrayal.
"What's your name?"
He can hardly breathe as he turns back to the queen with a bow, certain that he's going to be flogged for acting unseemly. When she hears his name she doesn't snap at him or call the guard to drag him out, she merely smiles and gestures to her table, "Come eat with me, Ria."
Even though he knows he could be severely punished for such a thing, the temptation of finally tasting the culinary skills of the royal chefs is too good to resist, and he meekly nods and takes the seat next to hers. Her heady lilac scent strikes him as she places a few plates before him, insisting that certain dishes were only sent by the kitchen at the physician's request, and that half the vegetable dishes were from hell itself. She much preferred the pasta and meat and fruits on the cart.
The smell of such decadent food made him salivate, and upon tasting it he'd half wondered if he'd died already. Ria wondered how food could be made to taste so wonderful, everything he'd ever eaten up until now had always been bland. His belly grumbled as he tore into his meal, as if egging him on.
The queen ate just as quickly, though she knew proper etiquette as she did so, he admired her gluttony quietly as he wondered if anyone would notice how long he'd been here. As she stood from her chair and grabbed the last tin from the cart, she arched her back just so, requesting he loosen her corset before dessert.
He quickly did as asked, nimbly loosening the bindings of her corset to allow her some room to breathe, trying not to stare at her healthy physique. She smiled mischievously at him and slid out of her corset and dress entirely, letting her softened form jiggle free. Ria was so in awe he couldn't look away, simply asking if there was anything else he could do to serve her. She sat back in her chair and spread her legs in an invitation, beckoning him to taste her.
"First," she said, "take all of that off."
He couldn't be more red in the face, but hastily obeyed, leaving all his clothing in a pile on the floor. He found himself on his knees between her thighs, lapping at her clit hungrily, eager to repay the kindness he'd been shown.
"Hah, has it been so long since you've eaten well?" She teased, but all he could do was hum and continue to worship her.
"I mmm, think you've earned a reward..." She placed a hand on the back of his head and pushed him face-first into her cunt. In the handful of seconds he sat there stunned, she lowered herself onto him further, stretching around him while moaning. It was tight and so very hot inside, and his mind raced wondering what was happening and how she was doing it.
Once he was little more than legs sticking out of her glistening cunt Ria squirmed a bit, hearing her groan and her body pull him in deeper, until all of him had disappeared inside of her, curling up tightly within her womb.
He felt her rub at her belly while catching her breath, "You'll make a fine heir, hahh, and I'll make sure that you eat very well. Don't worry about a thing, little one."
Ria could only shiver with pleasure as an umbilical cord attached to him and he sank into a deep sleep.
The queen smiled as his body shrank down, grabbing a fork and tucking into the cake she'd set on the table earlier. Polishing it off with a burp she stood and called for one of her ladies in waiting to help her get dressed in something more comfortable, knowing she couldn't squeeze her precious heir with a corset.
In a beautiful embroidered green dress the queen all but skipped to the physician's office, and after a thorough examination he caught her contagious joy, "It seems the king's seed has taken at last, Your Majesty."
She beamed, trying not to laugh, "I'll go tell him at once."
The king, who only had time for his concubines, wouldn't be given the pleasure of filling the queen with an heir. He only ever came to her room once a week to give her joyless sex and then disappeared again. No, the king hadn't earned an heir, and would surely replace her with one of his whores if they were first to produce a child. The queen couldn't suppress her grin as she marched into his wing of the palace, and into his bedroom.
"Rao!" She called, pulling open the curtains to wake him.
He and all his harem groaned at the light, "What is it, Marissa?"
"I've done it at last, my husband. I'm full with child, at last." She stood triumphantly before him, the slightest curve of her middle hardly even noticeable.
The king sat up, "Have you told the physician this?"
"He confirmed it before I came here, of course. I've already picked out a name."
"Should that not be the king's choice?" One of his whores dared to speak.
"Ria," Marissa rubbed a hand over the tiny swell, completely ignoring the question, "His name will be Ria."
The king smiled, looking almost disbelieving, "You think you'll give me a son?"
"Call it a mother's intuition." She couldn't get the smile off her face.
"We'll need to start planning a celebration to announce-- Marissa?"
"Yes?"
"You're crying."
She blinked, she was indeed crying, "I'm-- I'm so happy." She wiped her tears away, "Our son will be here soon."
"Let's save the tears for when he's actually been born, hm?"
Marissa smiled wider as his consorts tittered with laughter, this man didn't deserve a true heir. Once she'd birthed this child she'd get rid of Rao and each of his whores.
But first, she'd play the role of a ditzy pregnant wife, "I'll let the head maid know, oh and the seamstress, I'll go tell her at once! Get up and send word to the duke and the other loyal houses."
Then she was off to see the seamstress and head maid, along with her ladies in waiting. Everything needed to be perfect for her precious prince.
Between planning celebrations and hiring new staff and working with the loyal houses and meeting with merchants, the king hardly had slept and certainly didn't have any time for his consorts. He had to spend time lavishing his wife with gifts to show the opposing houses how united they were.
Naturally, it caught Rao completely off guard when not one, but two, of his six consorts ran away, leaving nothing but a letter of tearful apology in their wake. He'd sent people to search for them but they'd returned empty handed.
The queen meanwhile, was living the dream. Though her feet and back ached, her ladies in waiting were enamored with her growth, doing everything in their power to tend to her. Her prince was strong, kicking her relentlessly whenever it was time to eat. She delighted in knowing he was still an insatiable glutton. She hadn't really meant to eat the two consorts she'd passed in the hall late one evening, she just got such an urge to, and couldn't resist. The two whores made perfect padding on her massive form, she even needed wider seats now.
The physician and seamstress measured her round swell, taking notes as she admired her form in the mirror.
"You're growing well, Your Majesty, the child will surely be healthy, if a bit big."
Marissa ran a hand over the globe, "You said to indulge my cravings as it's what he needs to grow, I'm just following your instructions."
"Of course, Your Majesty, overweight is preferable to underweight. Just don't be surprised on his birthday at how big he is."
She nodded, telling herself that she wouldn't indulge the craving for anymore consorts, though the thought did tempt her.
It was another late evening when the back pain and ceaseless kicking pulled Marissa from bed, her prince was unaware that it was time for sleep, demanding more food despite the late hour. She dutifully put on her slippers and waddled toward the kitchens.
However, in the hallway she found herself cornered by two of her husband's consorts, one even brandished a letter opener at her, demanding to know what had happened to the two that disappeared. In such a position, Marissa told herself, she really didn't have much choice but to eat them, disarming the one with the letter opener and tearing away her night dress before gulping her down, pining the other beneath her huge body while she did so.
Once both of them were locked within her aching belly she struggled to her feet, clutching her full writhing belly with both arms and trying to make her way back to her room, unable to contain the loud belch that escaped. Her nightgown had split along the sides of her swell, it would mean more work for the seamstress to do in the morning.
"My lady?" The soft voice of the palace mage called.
"H-Hermes, hurrrrrrp! Ohh, p-pardon me. I think I, urp, bit off more than I can chew."
Hermes' dark eyes twinkled, "Indeed, it's hard work keeping up with the prince's appetite." He grabbed up the discarded clothes from the floor and threw them over his shoulder, placing one hand on the small of his queen's back and the other against the wriggling swell, "Let me help you back to bed, my lady."
Once she was in bed, he discarded the garments in the fireplace and rubbed at the Queen's aching mass happily. "Has the prince had his fill for now?"
"Urrp, ugh, for now. I'm sure he'll be kicking again by breakfast time." The queen's belly grumbled around the midnight snack. Luckily, the fat insulating her swell trapped the two consorts within, and in the dark the movement was indistinguishable from that of the prince. Finally satiated, the prince allowed her to sleep.
In the morning, after breakfast and before meeting the seamstress, Marissa slipped quietly through the library and into the mage tower. The palace mage was a bright eyed thirty something who had apprenticed under his predecessor, and he had proved especially capable to the queen.
Marissa had zero plans of climbing all those tower stairs, pregnant or not, and merely pressed a ringing charm on the wall. She could just make out the sound of a bell in the top of the tower.
The mage threw open the door to his room and leapt down the stairwell, landing without injury like a cat, standing tall before her and brushing his tawny hair back, she knew under the mage garb he had a powerful body hidden, "Good morning, my lady. I see that you like the one I recommended. Just who did you eat last night?"
"Good morning, Hermes. I uh, ran into two fools who tried to threaten me with a letter opener. The prince you picked was hungry, which didn't help. It's getting a bit difficult to haul all this around, I don't suppose there's anything you could do?"
Hermes looked over the swell like he could see right through it, jabbing a finger into the queen's side, muttering something. Some invisible force lifted her belly up, making it feel weightless. She stretched, relishing each pop of her spine, "Oooooh you're a gift, Hermes. Remind me to give you a raise."
The mage laughed, "I know you don't decide the wages around here, Your Grace, though I appreciate the thought."
"Not yet I don't." She rubbed at her belly with a smile, "I can finally walk around without having to hold all this up myself. I can walk through the gardens! You've blessed me, you truly have."
"Even magic has its limits, dearest. Try not to let the prince make anymore unreasonable demands of you. There's nothing I can do if you grow too wide to fit through doors."
"Yes, alright, no more consort midnight snacks, I understand."
"If you need the other two dealt with, I can--"
"No, I know how busy you are, focus on that. I imagine the remaining ones are too scared to act or Rao will hide them somewhere."
After being remeasured by the seamstress, Marissa took a long walk through the palace gardens, it was nice to have a moment of privacy and fresh air. She felt a flutter inside her.
"The weather is nice out today, hm?" She felt wet, her breasts were leaking, she sighed, "You should be born soon, then you can help me deal with all this."
When the queen came back inside it seemed the whole palace was bustling about. Her ladies in waiting quickly ushered her back to her room, explaining that the king had ordered security to be tighter.
With tightened security the queen was unable to get snacks at all hours, and guards followed her everywhere she went, but other than that things were much the same. She spent her days preparing for her prince's arrival, arranging a nursery, pumping plenty of milk in advance, attempting to make a baby blanket, and waddling around and stretching.
When the day finally arrived, Marissa spent hours suffering through labor, and the only people at her side were the physician, the midwife, Hermes and her ladies in waiting. Rao only bothered to show his face after the labor was over.
Prince Ria was as predicted, a big baby, though Marissa couldn't complain. He continued to show his healthy appetite while nursing, before falling asleep.
Rao stuck his nose up at the sight of the child, "He looks like you."
She laughed, "Nonsense, Rao, he has your eyes."
The king scoffed and left. Marissa watched him leave, wondering how much longer she'd have to wait.
It didn't take long, after a few months the king had caught some odd disease and passed despite all the physician's efforts. Marissa played the part of a grieving widow as long as was strictly necessary, even throwing out the remaining consorts, and then happily returned to proudly doting on her prince. Until he came of age, she'd have to manage the kingdom herself, but she was sure she'd do better than her late husband had.
Hermes was acting the part of someone who was courting her, despite the fact that they'd been together secretly for years, but the courting only made her feel young and more smitten with him than she already was.
He also took pleasure in helping her with the prince, having picked Ria himself, insisting that he looked like her. Mages are usually barren, and the queen had no desire to have a child with anyone else, so it felt nice to have a little family of their own making. Hermes enjoyed showing their baby little magic tricks, which gave Marissa time to get work done.
Yes, she thought, this was infinitely better than spending her life hiding. She was probably the villain by most people's measure, but she was content, as were the people she loved.
