Grimm's Pregnancy (PART 1)
(Caution: mpreg)
In the spacious, dimly-lit main room of the Library Dream, the white rabbit Node sat nodding off in her rocking chair after a hard day’s work of trying to induce Stockholm Syndrome within the girls Grimm locked up. However, just as her mind threatened to drift off into slumber, it was troubled by the sudden sound of a loud thud behind her, which was quickly superseded by low, pained groans. Node’s ears perked up. It could only be Grimm.
Node sprang up from her chair, not bothering to stretch out her body, which had grown tight from spending a pretty hour doing nothing in that chair. Alarmed, she hastily paced towards Grimm, who was lying on the ground, half-naked, and with his arms covering his forehead. He teeth were gritted, and he was sweating. What was probably most noticeable, however, was his stomach, which was protruded out as if it were the Vug Under the Rug. For the past three days, it had recently begun to bulge and expand, but this was no doubt the largest it had ever been, about double its size yesterday.
Node dropped down to her knees besides Grimm, growing increasingly on edge. “Lord Grimm, what is the matter? What are you doing writhing on the ground?”
“It’s- it’s nothing, Node,” Grimm stammered, “I’m not PREGNANT.”
“Oh, thank goodness…” Node remarked, letting out a sigh of relief.
Grimm winced and let out another pained moan. “...I-I’m lying, I am PREGNANT.”
Node’s eyes widened and her mouth twitched. At this moment, the Teddy Bear came running over to the scene in the advent of Grimm’s proclamation. Morbid intrigued had gripped him; this was a bit of a change of pace in the malaise that was his stupid chungus life
“Lord Grimm…how is this possible?” Node asked, on edge, “H-how can someone like yourself become PREGNANT? How did it happen so fast?”
“I was possessed by a…PREGNANCY SPIRIT. I’m sorry; I didn’t feel like telling you-ah!”
Node leaned back and looked forward, trying to picture her next course of action. She looked back down at Grimm, whose body jolted and shook. She looked away in shame. “I…I’m sorry…I presumed…you were growing obese…”
“How did you even- Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to assume?” Grimm grunted, “Its makes an ass out of you and myself...ACK! The LABOR…It’s worsening! Help me…I’m going to SEN-!”
With these words, Node turned around, a newfound flame of determination seemingly flickering inside her eyes. She turned back to Grimm, her previously hazy eyes now focused. “Fret not, master, I am an expert in this regard. I will help you deliver this baby: right here, right now.”
Node moved herself down to Grimm’s feet. She leaned over him and quickly removed his undies. To her shock, his manly girth was replaced by a vagina to facilitate the birthing. This PREGNANCY SPIRIT fucked with Grimm in a deeper way than Node had anticipated (though, in hindsight, this was better than if his genitals remained the same in the wake of this whole endeavor). This definitely explained his newfound fascination with cunnilingus, which he - for the past three days - had been espousing the virtue of.
Lord Grimm cried as his body convulsed again. Node gripped his right hand, which lied limp beside his shoulder, palm-up. “Lord Grimm, it is okay,” said Node, “I’m going to need you to begin pushing now…”
“No…” Grimm whimpered, turning his head down to face Node.
“Please…” Node pleaded, “This will be over, I promise. You just need to cooperate.”
Grimm let out a long sigh. With one mighty heave, he began his attempt to expel the baby from his system. With the first push, he screamed and turned to the sky. Was this some sort of divine punishment? Was this what he got for eating the Chick awhile back? Was that one time he took a shit on Bill’s computer also grounds for this calamity? It didn’t matter; be it significant to a greater scheme or not, that baby was going to come out, and he would have to have to push through the pushing.
(To be continued…)
