A hedge knight manages to vanquish a troublesome drake, and the local lord rewards him with a title, a small keep, and servants. The twist is, the knight unbirthed the dragon, locking the beast inside of his womb; so now he waddles about with a gut that nearly touches the floor, and requires lots of tending from his manservants~
"M'Lord?" The ever faithful servant Finn carefully applied more salve to his lord's behemoth of a belly, "Are you awake?"
Ash merely let out a pitiful groan in response, his skin stretched by the furious writhing of the drake he'd ensnared inside. From the engorged belly riddled with stretch marks and the miserable noises he was making, most people would never believe he was an accomplished and well respected knight only a month ago.
He hadn't exactly planned on trapping the dragon within himself, it had just sort of happened in the heat of the battle. At first he was convinced that he'd burst like a melon and the dragon would go free, but after spending a whole day clutching his giant gut in agony it became clear that the beast couldn't escape, and slowly, terribly slowly, it was indeed shrinking down. After patiently waiting for oh so long, Ash managed to get to his feet and waddle out of the dragon's lair, the beast easily thrice his size.
The other knights had successfully petitioned the local lord to give him a title for his great feat, and even helped collect the mass of gold the dragon had been hoarding in its lair, leaving Ash with a small mountain of money and a new, rather lavish estate. He felt incredibly grateful as he was certain his days as a knight were now behind him, and the only thing in front of him was his oversized belly.
The servants were also a blessing, as he was much too heavy to do things himself, he doubted he could even get dressed on his own. Finn and Lowry had immediately warmed to him upon being hired, tending to his every need and teasing him for sticking an entire dragon into his cunt. They were the only ones who knew the truth after spending so much time up close and personal with his overtaxed form.
The angry growls and movement were mostly hidden by his layered clothing and fairly reclusive lifestyle, but obviously he couldn't hide the truth from his closest servants. Luckily, they didn't seem bothered by his occupied womb, and he was enjoying finally getting to put his feet up and live a pampered lifestyle, even if he spent at least a quarter of his time nursing a stomachache from hell.
"I'm back!" Lowry said quietly, taking his place at Ash's unoccupied side, handing him a small vial, "The apothecary said that there's no way to force it to shrink any quicker, and this was the only thing that would help. She said you'll likely be stuck dealing with the movement until it shrinks down into an egg."
"And what's the potion do?"
"Erm, she spoke in riddles the whole time, so I'm not entirely sure, something about temperature control. She did advise to place coins in the mattress, apparently it soothes the beast."
Ash studied the murky contents of the vial before figuring that things couldn't exactly get much worse, and swallowed the fluid in one gulp. It tasted strange but not unbearable, and he wondered what exactly it would do to ease his condition.
Finn's warm hands continued to glide across the lord's form, paying extra attention to the angry red stretch marks littering his poor belly.
"Go fetch the lord's meal, it should be nearly ready."
Lowry pouted, climbing out of the large bed, "Fine, but when I get back I'm having a turn rubbing his belly."
Finn smiled and kissed at the skin above Ash's popped belly button, earning him a needy whimper for his efforts. The dragon forced one of its scaled paws against the walls of the womb, making Ash gasp and moan miserably. The dragon's size had diminished enough for it to move around much more freely than when he'd first captured it, before it could hardly move at all and now he feared it was going to rip right out of him.
As the former knight clutched his gut and waited for the beast to settle down, he wondered what that damn apothecary had given him. He still felt irritable and hot and stretched, why wasn't there a potion to shrink oversized lizards?
Lowry soon returned with a large cart of food and the smell of it seemed to settle the dragon, as it stopped trying to force its way out of him and finally curled back up. Ash's gut growled hungrily as his servants went about feeding him.
"I can feed myself, y'know?" He said between bites of food.
"We don't know what's upsetting the drake, M'Lord, it's best if you focus on recovering your strength." Lowry brought another bite to his lord's mouth, "After the beast has shrunk down, you'll have plenty of opportunities to stuff your fat face with your own hands."
"Urp! My face isn't fat."
Lowry eyed the second chin that was slowly sprouting, raising an amused brow at Finn, "Of course, M'Lord."
After an obscene amount of food had been packed into their lord, Finn went about cleaning up and Lowry finally got a turn to rub the butterball himself, happily listening to the noises of his lord's tender belly all the while.
"Would you, ugh, do something for me?" Ash asked, nearly being drowned out by his own noisy gut.
"Try again, M'Lord." Lowry pinched the fat on Ash's thigh in admonishment.
A lord doesn't have to ask nicely for his servants to do anything, ever. It was a concept the former knight was still adjusting to. Sometimes he wondered who was in charge of who.
Ash went pink to his ears before giving the order, "Fill me, now."
"Yes M'Lord." Lowry chirped, wasting no time in rolling Ash over, spreading his legs and making the most obscene slurping sounds possible while lapping at his wet eager cunt.
Once Finn returned and Lowry was finally sliding his thick cock in, the round lord flexed his hips and reached out eagerly, "N-Need more!"
"So greedy, Lord Ash. One cock just isn't enough for you." Finn pulled himself free of his trousers and let Ash swallow his dick easily.
Getting fucked like a whore while his full womb weighed him down was the best part of his new life, his hair being pulled on by one man while the other gripped his plush hips. His body felt so hot but so good, he needed to feel their cum filling him up.
As their pace picked up, the drake shifted and Ash prayed that the beast wouldn't try tearing him apart until after he'd finished. His wet cunt squeezed tight around his servant and when hot seed spilled inside him he tumbled into his own shuddering orgasm. Finn followed shortly after, making his lord swallow it all with a content smile.
"I think I know what the potion does now, Lord Ash."
"Yeah?" His mind was still awash in post coital bliss, and he could only figure that there was no way the potion was making him any hornier than he always was.
"You can't feel that?" Finn gestured to his middle, making Ash actually take a proper look at himself, finding his body had gotten much doughier.
His double chin was undeniable now along with a set of soft tits where his pecs once were, his hips and thighs were ever wider, and his once tight, round dome of a belly was flabby, a roll even settled in his lap as he sat up.
"Why... Would that help with a dragon?"
Lowry shrugged, hands playing with his rolls, "Insulation? Maybe being kept warmer makes it less aggressive?" Dragons clearly had a desire for excess and indulgence, this could simply be another manifestation of that.
"Which means we really should be feeding you even more."
Ash scoffed, "We aren't even sure that it helps keep the beast quiet."
"What's the harm? If it shrinks down considerably people will find that more strange than you getting even fatter."
The former knight huffed, imagining how he'd look by the time the drake had completely shrunk down into an egg, "You both just want to stuff me like a pig."
"If you don't want to, say that. We're here to serve." Lowry jiggled his fat, taunting him, "Just say the word and I'll tell the cooks you're on a diet."
Yeah, right. Ash had no interest in eating egg whites and spinach everyday. There was hardly any point to being a lord with a mass of gold if he couldn't eat what he wanted.
"To hell with that." He said, his face completely pink, "I... Enjoy it, the food, you two feeding me, mocking me about how my clothes don't fit, filling me, I don't want you to stop."
"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Finn kissed his double chin, "Maybe some warmer clothes would help quiet the drake as well? I can call for the tailor."
Ash stretched, feeling the weight of the dragon shift inside him slightly, "Not today, I want a bath and a nap."
His servants smiled at him, "At once, M'Lord."
It wasn't until the beginning of the next season that the dragon had finally settled as a large egg permanently trapped inside his womb, and by then Ash had blimped into a typical spoiled lord, so fat and adorned with gold that anyone who didn't know better would easily assume he'd always been a noble. In a way, the region had swapped one gluttonous beast for another.
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.
I'm currently stuck with the brain rot of a vampire getting teased by their human lovers. The vampire is literally just expecting to spend time together and their humans are wearing the most scandalous low cut tops on the planet, acting all sweet, batting their lashes like "you hungry?"
And the vampire is so red in the face like "For you? Always"
Anyways yeah, humans stuffing their vampire with so much blood because they know the vampire has no self control and will drink themselves into a stupor. Also teasing them about what a bloated glutton they've been while they lie there blood drunk.
