Joven twins by 6-9 months pretty please!
Joven groaned and cracked their eyes open as the call of their alarm roused them up from what had once been such a peaceful sleep. With a long string of choice curse words they struggled to turn over and face the alarm to smack it off. They nearly failed to move under the weight of their twins, but somehow managed to push themselves to their feet without getting stuck mid-turn.
They were used to being this big, but never this *heavy*. Being pregnant with magic whenever their Mistress demanded it was one thing. They could handle the size because it was only a fraction of the weight, but this pregnancy was dragging on forever. Three months left to go and their belly had been sticking out against their slim frame like a sore thumb since month two.
Joven looked through their closet and sifted through what did and didn’t still fit. Being taken off of performing but still having to do bitch work to get paid meant still having to look somewhat presentable. This lead to a spandex unitard to cover their legs, and a Cirque Enigmata branded hoodie that tented over their chest and barely contained their gut, threatening to spill out from below. Their tent mate was already long gone when Joven stumbled out into the morning light of the touring company’s temporary shanty town. They never thought they’d want to get off the road, but travelling was getting exhausting. Just one more leg of the tour and they’d be off work. Push out these kids and get to recovering after their one night stand prizes were adopted out.
Waddling down to the catering tent, their usual spot was already dressed with a plate almost as big as they were. Everyone else was already sat in their socially decided spots, avoiding the space that was clearly meant for Joven. From her space at the head of the table, Mistress beckoned him to his spot at her right hand.
“I knew you’d be positively starving this morning, so I had the chefs bring you breakfast.” She greeted them matter of factly as Joven sat down. She never ate herself but every so often would overload their plate uncomfortably past their limit, knowing Joven had a thing against wasting food.
“Thanks,” they muttered, feigning politeness as they stared down the intimidating plate in front of them. Mistress’ lip curled into a grin and she innocently curled a finger around one of her braids.
“You’ll need the energy to do another *favour* for me before you go.” She said this like they’d already agreed, but by now Joven knew they didn’t need to be asked. This was their arrangement, they didn’t have much say.
“Just think of how you’ll look then,” her voice whispered into their ear mystically through her sealed lipped smile. Under the table a well manicured hand snaked under their hoodie. A familiar tingle spread across their womb as she inserted her power into them to grow and carry. Filling their core with a warmth radiating down between their legs in a way that made Joven clench and their human babies shift restlessly at the disturbance. The hand at their bump rubbed them down possessively at all their most sensitive points, claiming what little womb space they still had left. They almost swore they could feel their sweater tighten and subtly ride up as she filled them.
Discomfort mixed with pain and pleasure and scrambled their mind into a submitting fog. Joven felt their hand unconsciously move to their doubly swollen belly to calm the violent flurry of movement.
Then it was all done…
“Now eat up, you’ve got a long day ahead of you.”