to all the tgirls who feel dysphoric abt not being able to get knocked up i wish u a happy *gets u eggnant* *gets u eggnant* *gets u eggnant* *stuffs u full of eggs* *gets u eggnant* *gets u eggnant* *gets u e-
After your "misadventure" to the shore, your mom called an ambulance for you. You were still shocked, yet not totally out of your mind. When you went back home with a belly the size of a watermelon, she almost fainted. You were the one reassuring her along the way to the hospital.
They took your blood for analysis, checked your vitals but most importantly they took ultrasound images of your belly.
See, hybrid weren’t knew but they don’t run around freely. They are mostly docile creatures and help workers in the countryside. It’s rare to witness a hybrid in the city. Your merman was obviously a wild one, humanity can’t control what’s going deep down.
You were just an unfortunate soul who happened to step into a merman’s territory during mating season. Humans are easier to mate with, they are sensitive to the siren call and can’t defend themselves. Easy target.
You watch the screen next to your head, a black and white view of a dozen of eggs sitting peacefully inside your womb.
“Can we get those things out of her?”
Your mom stands right next to you, on the other side. Her concerned look almost pained you. You could never tell her it was the best bonk of your life.
“I’m not sure… we still don’t know much about mammal hybrids, let alone sea hybrids.” The surgeon gives your mother an apologetic speech. “It would be best to deliver at full-term.”
While your mom starts arguing with the poor lady about how inappropriate it is, you look at the screen.
“When it’s time, come back here.”
•••
The positive side is that nobody can’t tell you were pregnant with a hybrid’s babies. You look normal to everyone. Some people, those who know you, are surprised to see you pregnant when you were 20kg lighter a few weeks ago. You’re good at finding excuses, though.
“Just a cryptic pregnancy.”
You’d disband they worries quickly so it doesn’t root and make you a pariah.
•••
When you go to the toilet, which happens a lot these days, you feel eggs’ shell falling out of your vagina. You thought you had a miscarriage, you weren’t sure if it was even possible for merfolks. When you felt something small literally swim inside your womb, you let a reassured sigh escape you.
As weeks turned into months, you started worrying about the babies. What should you do? Your mother expects you to go the hospital to deliver but what would happened to your kids. They’ll probably cut them open in the name of science.
If you go to the shore, the merman would take them and you’ll never see them again. You stroke your belly absently. Maybe you could talk it out with the merman ? Will he understand ? You remember his ruby red eyes on you, his scales covering his ghostlike skin and his pitch black hair.
It sent a chill down to your spine.
•••
The pain is striking. Your mother holds your arm as she fumbles with her keys. You look back, where you imagine in the private beach’s waves, the silhouette of the merman arose. You thought about it, and you even know why you hesitated.
You’ll never let people treat kids like experience, whatever they are.
While your mother tries to wake up the car’s engine, you sneak out of her house. Your feet walk you effortlessly to the shore, like a silent voice is called you. Each steps closer to the sea makes your pain go away until you’re finally back.
You’re surrounded by red rock cliffs and trees, it’s a natural dome. The perfect spot to impregnate humans, you think. You didn’t notice it’s beauty last time because of the darkness. Now you walk into the ripples and wait for your merman.
A few minutes pass before cold hands surround your pregnant form. You turn and there he is, his glassy red eyes staring at you with refreshed desire.
“You came back.”
His voice echoes inside your mind, he’s already flooding your body with his presence. You’ve been waiting for so long, it felt like eternity.
This time as he swims around you, you see his tail, long as flat like a moray eel.
He drinks from your lips, gasps and whines like they fill him with strength. He leaves kisses all the way to your swollen belly, his hand reaches his popping pussy and pinch your clit.
“Ah—!”
“Breathe. I have open you up before you push they out.”
You thought he would take his time like your first time, but he didn’t have time for that. He spreads your legs around his hips where his cocks stand patiently. Your arms around his neck, you empale yourself on his cock.
Your eyes rolls to the back of your head. Your merman hisses and starts stretching your walls with slow thrust. The pain fades and his quickly replaced by a bundle of lewd sounds. He rips your dress off and suckles of your lactating breast.
Underwater, his other cock slides inside your like butter, and makes your cry. You’re close already but you don’t want to stop yet. With a pop, he lets go of your nipple and focus on your fat cunt.
His cocks manhandle you, you can barely keep up with him. Your warm hole clenches around his cocks and your feel your inside liquifying.
“Ah?!—”
As your legs shake violently, something big stretches your cervix and pops out of your cunt. You want to say something but the merman stars pump his cocks inside you again.
“Wait!”
But he ignores you, his cocks beating your cervix again and again. You come once more and another thing is expelled from your pussy.
•••
When you wake up, the merman is still fucking your pussy like it’s his last day on Earth. Your belly went back to normal, though you still feel something moving expectantly. It’s trying to come out of you womb; on the other hand, your partner pounds you like a beast.
The stimulation from both sides and too much for you. You’re screaming at this point when the final wave of raw pleasure takes you out. The last baby eventually comes out.
The merman thrust his dicks as far as he can before painting your inside with translucent thick cum.
He swims you to the shore. You fucked out, just like before but this time was even better. You could ask him to fill you up again, you wouldn’t mind if it meant to be pounded through the delivery.
“Did it hurt?”
“No, it was perfect.”
He strokes your cheek then look back at the waves.
“You did well, you gave birth to twelve merfolks. Thank you.”
You don’t have the strength to look, your body is numb and sore.
“Can I see? Where will you take them? Should I come with you? Are they staying with me?”
He doesn’t answer, his smile says enough for now. He drags himself to the sea before disappearing under a ripple. You watch the sea, not sure what to do. Before you fell asleep, you heard him call you by your name.
“How do you—?”
He points at his head then yours. He can read minds? You have to think much more when tells you his name.
If he really thinks we're the devil, then let's send 'em to hell
If he really thinks we're the devil, then let's send 'em to hell
If he really thinks we're the devil, then let's send 'em to hell
