#yesyesyesyes

[appystruda]

PINK TEAM MCCCCCC WE WIN THESE

[danaes-silver-hammer]

Liam vs Hurricane #1's Alex Lowe, July 1997 / Liam vs Starsailor's James Walsh, July 2002

[puma-or-cougar]

Donnie has a couple of ways to show Casey that he's not willing to listen to him anymore.

[devourerofmugsofcoffe]

LOOK AT THEM MY LOVES

THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

[inkz123]

That trope iykyk :]

[deathandnonexistentialdread]

THE CARD HIS FATHER LEFT FOR HIM IS GOING TO BE THE KEY CARD TO DEFEATING ULTIMATE D!!

[skrimpchips]

OH MY GOSH, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIRA

[belly-afflictions]

Working behind a bar, wearing a crop top that exposes your full round belly.

Many regulars ask how everything is going, you enjoy the attention but you don’t want anyone to know more about it as it was a little…different to most pregnancies.

You were walking through the woods many moons ago, enjoying your body in the moonlight, not wearing much as you always did.

Stumbling across a werewolf in heat, most people would run, you on the other hand, disrobed. Walking over sultry. It soon saw you, snarling.

Before long, its tip was buried so far in your womb it was only an inch off touching your ribcage, your belly was swollen big just from its cock alone.

You barely remember the rest, apart from the moment when he came, and he came a lot. You looked 4 months along just from the seed alone.

Sat at the bar having worked your shift you are glad that the place is emptying out.

A stranger walks over and sits beside you.

“How’s the litter?

He says matter of factly.

You blush and try to play it off asking what he was talking about.

Then you saw it.

His eyes, the same deep red circles that you saw in the werewolf that night.

He was in human form, and looked rather good too.

He takes your hand in his, smiling.

“I would buy a beautiful gal like you a drink but I can see you probably wouldn’t want one in your condition…we could take this somewhere more private to…catch up…”

You felt the litter kick. I guess it’s a yes…

Those red eyes haunted my dreams at night. The dark would fall, the moon would rise and the heat would pool from my belly and deep into my pussy… Nights upon nights I would remember that full moon night, and nights upon nights I’d touch myself with more and more of a belly tightening, blocking me from being able to reach.

The litter inside me kicks- a confirmed four, three girls, one boy- and your hand is warm in mine and all I can think about is that night and how your werewolf claws pinned me to the forest floor and used me. Thick cock rutting with abandon. No words, just feral growling into the skin of my shoulder and teeth threatening to bite into my neck.

Every month, there’s remnants of that night. Every full moon, the babies inside of me thrash with supernatural energy. My belly- already so taut, so over full at six months- pulses. Every month, I stagger forth in extra growth. Your litter is heavy. Your litter is big and strong. They’re powerful, no doubt. But- fuck… It’s painful but it feel so good.

I tug you out of the pub and around the back. There’s a clearing further away, surrounded by trees. It’s only a half moon tonight but I feel my womb thrumming with heat. Perhaps a little of you has corrupted me, perhaps it’s my litter… Whichever- whatever it is, I need you far more than I realised.

“Please…”

“Eager, baby?”

You back me into a tree, just like before. My belly keeps the distance between us and you laugh, hand returning to it once more and feeling your litter kick at you.

“I need it.”

“Look at you… Already bred and acting like a bitch in heat.”

“Then you know exactly how to help me.”

“Mouthy.”