Keep having this image of a hugely pregnant warlord, sitting on his throne, a mountain of a man with an equally massive belly that's bare and fully exposed. His tree trunk legs are spread like he anticipates having to bolt up at any moment; one hand rests on a massive sword or axe that reaches the ground, while the other thoughtfully strokes the rounded dome that seem to be carrying a whole active brood.
He gives a cocky, almost seductive smile to those who are granted an audience, though his eyes maintain a dangerous glint as if the bodyguards that flank him are just for show, and that he could slice through you himself in an instant.
His children squirm within his womb, but he still remains composed and intimidating; one kicks hard enough to warp the entire swell and actually interrupt his speach, but he quickly laughs exuberanly and gives the spot a warm pat, saying, "Strong, just like their daddy!"
If he notices you staring at it too long, especially at the way he strokes his hand up and down along the large surface, your eyes following his hand trailing upwards until you're suddenly making eye contact, and blush that you've been caught...he snaps a finger and says, "Get him ready and send him to my bed chambers."
He hoists himself up from his throne with less effort than you expected with his considerable bulk, though his steps are heavy as he slams his full weight the ground, and he stumbles just for a moment, briefly leaning on his weapon and a hand at the side of his belly. It looks even more massive now that he's standing fully upright, the full mound dominating his form, looking like even with all his muscle, he shouldn't be able to move at all.
But off he goes, thundering steps that makes it sway and jiggle. "I have some business to attend to and will be up shortly." He pats the shoulder of one of his guards and asks, "Your turn tonight, right?" in a happy, sultry tone, and the two step off together.
You are grabbed from behind by two men you hadn't even heard get close, and dragged in a different direction.
He's just always teasing about it, bringing attention to his belly in ways that are innocuous to anyone without a damn belly kink but are laser targeted to get his man flustered. Often doing it in public too; wearing clothes *just* tight enough to be dancing on the edge where a passerby would simply shrug and think "he needs to stop holding on to that shirt" or "He must be too proud to admit he needs to go up a size."
Reaching for things he doesn't need to so he can show it off. Rubbing it at almost every opportunity while locking eyes at Shepard with a seductive look in his eyes.
Making obvious observations in an innocent tone, as is his habit - "Wow, I'm really blowing up, aren't I? Bigger and bigger each day...I have you to thank for it, you know." "This thing is getting heavy. Harder and harder to lug around this baby you put in me..." "This shirt's really clinging to me, isn't it? You can see every inch I've grown...every new curve...every bit of damage you've done to my body." "You think anyone's looking at my belly and thinking about how this baby got here? How you put it in me?"
And Kaidan almost always punctuates these phrases with a sly smile and says, "Not here, you perv." Or perhaps, "This all it takes to get you going?"
Or perhaps he leans closely into Shepard, takes one of Shepard's hands and places it under his shirt and makes it rub circles around his pregnant gut until Shepard's doing it himself, and whispers into his ear: "I love what you've done to me. I love being so full of you. Love showing it off, love showing everyone the proof that you bred me good. I know you love it even more than I do. But you're not going to cause a scene here, right? Now try to hide that babymaker that's about to pop out of your pants. It's not for anyone else but me. That's a good boy."
They're both turned on by his pregnancy to an absurd degree - they can barely even kiss each other in public without it turning into softcore porn, which threatens to become full on explicit if Kaidan doesn't make them reign it in.
It's getting harder and harder to resist just letting Shepard fuck him wherever they are, audience be damned, and he knows Shepard would do it in a second with zero hesitation if he asked.
Once they're finally alone, Shepard is ready to pounce on him - but not yet, not yet. Kaidan no longer pretends he's not teasing him on purpose, leaning back and removing his shirt in the car as Shepard drives them home, trying to focus on the road while also stealing glances at Kaidan moaning as he plays with his bellybutton and gropes his tits.
"You're going to fuck me good when we get home, right?" Kaidan asks, and it's taking all of his N7 training to not crash the car as he nods and says "Yes, sir."
And he plans to make good on his word - roughly pushing Kaidan against a wall the minute they step through the door, "You're such a goddamn tease," but he knows the order in which this goes; first on his knees as Kaidan hums and pets the top of his head, Shepard not even taking his own cock out yet - it's all for Kaidan, just for Kaidan, though he palms at it a touch through his pants just to get the edge off. He keeps going until Kaidan's desperation to be filled finally wins out over his love of needling his husband.
Of course, his desperation is nothing compared to Shepard's as he finally drills into him - Kaidan on his back with his legs possessively wrapped possessively around him, pulling him in as close as possible with his growing belly in the way.
Ordering Shepard to breed him like he means it - fuck him like he's trying to put another baby in him, as if he could get him more pregnant if he just gets deep enough inside him
And Commander Shepard never disobeys an order from the Major.
I’d love to watch your belly grow over time with my baby in it, rub your big belly, chat to the baby (or multiple, who knows?) and praise you so well for growing our babies so well… you’ve got a little bit of us both in that tummy, getting so big and round and caring for the babies so well
ohhh i love this... maybe you could rub some coconut oil on my belly? its just so big and sensitive, i cant get it all by myself. and maybe while you're down there you could finger me and call me a good little bunny for carrying our babies like such a good boy? maybe? please?
Tboy in a happy relationship with his boyfriend and they eventually tie the knot. He expected a romantic, thrilling honeymoon only for his now husband to reveal his half-werewolf form and smash his cervix until he passes out from the pain. By the time he wakes up, he can feel just how full of cum he is.
10 months later, the relationship between them is hostile with an unbalanced power dynamic. By now, he feels more like a captive than a beloved husband.
And he's currently on his side in a cold, dark basement with his wolf husband pressing the side of his face into the concrete floor with one hand and holding his leg at an unholy angle to fuck deeper in his birthing pussy.
He doesn't know when he stopped screaming or when he started pushing. His mind and body were so numb the only way he knew he was pushing was when his husband groaned for him to push harder on his dick. Tears streamed down his face and wet the floor beneath him but his eyes were wide and fixed on a picture his husband cruelly left in plain view of them looking so happy on their wedding day.
Now he's here, despondent and in hard labor with the big man on top fucking him as if it were his last chance to do so, soaked in sweat from the sweltering heat of the basement and the waters of his busted sac. The only sounds coming from the basement being his occasional whimper, his husband's moans from the contractions and pressure, and the loud clapping of wet skin.
He doesn't give birth until the next day after he'd passed out multiple times from the pain and exhaustion of labor and fucking. And of course his husband was all too happy when he realised his favorite little birthing toy was too tired to push and his pups were too big to pass through his hips without extra force. Force he was all too happy to apply to his husband's malformed belly to start popping his pups out.
With each one that came, he grew more impatient, applying more force onto his poor belly, ignoring the weak pleas for him to stop. The sooner he was done with this litter, the sooner he'd be able to stuff him full with another, and the sooner he'd be feeling his contractions consume his cock once more.
By the time it was all done, his little breeder was a zombified mess on the ground with a whole litter of massive pups scattered around him. He smiled down at his handiwork as his husband looked up at him with fear and agony in his gaze.
He could only think of one thing as he stared him down: 'I chose the right one.'
this is so romantic. i want to live out this dream with somebody
I’ve been so dang happy I stumbled across this blog and the monster orgy post was so GOOD and it got me thinking about some ambitious college guy who thinks he can take a lot more than he actually can so he goes out and finds the biggest breeders in his little college town. Turns out he’s NOT as big as his ego is, but they are, a LOT bigger. That night he goes waddling home with his belly swollen and sloshing with so much cum it’s already weighing down on his hips, so heavy that it moves his body left and right a little with each swaying step so he has to waddle even more so he doesn’t go tipping over. The shirt he went out in that night is hiked up to his chest, which he swears is a little bigger than before the night started, leaving his entire swollen tummy on display. He’s even had to fully unzip his pants and hike them up as far as they’ll go so he has SOMETHING to wear
That was Friday night, and he figures now he’s just got an excuse to laze around all weekend. His roommate is out so he’s free to lay in bed all weekend with nothing on, helplessly rubbing his swollen, sloshing belly as his womb glugs and gurgles unhappily, never having been anywhere close to this full before. He thinks it’ll be gone by Monday and no one will be any the wiser, but he’s wrong. Come Monday morning he wakes up to a swollen belly that’s definitely smaller than Friday nights but still obviously huge, and when he gets up to get dressed it still sloshes and gurgles in a way that makes him throb. Oh the excitement that jolts through him when he puts on a shirt and it barely even begins to cover the top half of his stomach, belly button still popped out at the front, so swollen and heavy and amazing — it feels like he’s stepped on live wire
Now he has to go to class with a pair of pants hanging on for dear life and a shirt that doesn’t even begin to fit, blushing like mad when he waddles in with a hand on the small of his back, tummy letting out an obscene gurgle as he sits down next to a buddy of his and his friend just stares at him. “Dude, the fuck did you do?!” His friend is whisper-yelling in his ear as he just helplessly rubs his stomach and tries not to focus on the way his belly button is rubbing up against the desk each time he inhales too much
Wonder how much worse it’ll be when all that seed finally starts to take right in the middle of the lecture
Nonnie i'm kissing you on the mouth 💕
Oh he's realllll confident all until the breeder busts out a cock the size of his thigh just as thick. With backed up breeder balls the size of his own head audibly rumbling as they churn sperm at an almost alarming rate. He'd- assumed these uh ludicrous proportions were more in big towns by professional breeders not uh little ones like his own haha. He's even less ready when he's getting gallons and months worth of backed up thick cum dumped right into his poor womb. His entire reproductive system positively drowning in prime breeding batter. Belly taunt and throbbing overtaxed like he's overdue with heavy twins. Womb glugging as it positivity, and audibly drowns in it all. The breeder asks if his roomy can unload his backed up breeder balls into his womb too. Since no one wants to take all that hyper virile sperm in their hole all too often. He's fucked out of it and probably getting pregnant already so he might as well- it's not like he can get more pregnant...
Then after the second round he looks defunct. He looks bred with a capital B. Gut taunt and swollen like he's already carting around three big babies in that belly already. The loud noises are the only thing that could give away the truth. That he wanted his womb to be used as a free use breeding toy and full time sperm bank for the weekend. Womb gurgling and sloshing and groaning whenever he so much as shifts on his first day, his womb practically an overstuffed sperm bank. Trying not to cum every time all that thick spunk sloshes around inside his overtaxed middle. Belly so heavy it's like he actually is this pregnant.
But he gets small enough he just looks uh- a little bit pregnant and not hyper pregnant anymore so he's gotta take what he can get and go to his lecture. He almost made it unfortunately or fortunately while he's still bloated just enough to keep his belly button popped but his shirts almost down- it happens. His womb decides it's gonna start letting all those fertilized eggs attach and let the massive brood its been processing start growing proper.
His entire belly rumbles before it starts bloating back out. His belly button bulges further and hits the edge of the desk. He looks pregnant with twins than triplets- It's when he starts looking even bigger than he was when he was stuffed at max is when his friend notices and curses. And then his belly starts resting on his own chair from how large it is hanging between his inner thighs. Theres a dark heavy line running down the middle of his belly now. Like hes becoming ripe under the heavy weight of the pregnancies suddenly pushing out his middle. Shirt pushed up till its like a crop top from the pure amount of belly its definitely not even gonna begin to cover.
Someone else notices and exclaims in surprise and than suddenly everyone in the rooms watching him get more pregnant by the minute. Than his friend shouts Sorry and drags his stupidly pregnant self up onto his feet and rushes him out of the door as fast as he can with all the baby weight now in his gut. His friend cursing and calling him a fucking idiot the whole ride back to his house. But he can't really object since well- he's a bit too focused on how he only keeps getting heavier and more pregnant and how hot it is being pregnant with whats probably octuplets at this point-! He's so caught up in it that he almost misses how flustered his friend is as he's still calling him a fucking dumbass for getting bred this much in one weekend,
He should probably keep the fact that he got this pregnant in a night to himself for now- shouldn't he?
His womb gurgled and his stomach started pressing out a bit faster than before. His belly button smacking into the car dash when his friend goes to park.
Yeah- yeah definitely keeping that fact to himself...
By late July, my life had become a whirlwind of emotions, cravings, and the constant, undeniable moves of the babies growing inside me. The first kicks I had felt on the rooftop with Greg seemed to ignite something within me—a deep, almost instinctual awareness of the life I carried. Those tiny movements became more frequent, and each kick was a reminder that my body was no longer my own. Anxiety and excitement flooded my mind in equal measure, and with every kick, I found myself smiling and placing a hand on my ever-growing belly.
It didn’t take long before this new awareness triggered another shift—an insatiable rush of cravings that hit me throughout the day, every day. Some were simple, like the sudden need for a chocolate milkshake or a buttery croissant. Others were bizarre—pickles dipped in peanut butter, or a combination of scrambled eggs with maple syrup drizzled on top. I couldn’t help myself. Each craving demanded immediate attention, and my two most loyal enablers, Mr. Griffin and Greg were more than willing to provide anything my hormone-driven body asked for.
Greg continued leaving little snacks on my desk every day—freshly baked pastries, fruit cups, or bags of sour candy that made my mouth water. Mr. Griffin asked me every morning what I craved, and no matter how crazy the combination sounded, I knew I would have it on my desk a while later. I often told him he spoiled me too much, but Mr. Griffin only smiled. He was a dream come true.
But on the other hand, Mr. Griffin was out of this world. With each passing day, he cared less about others finding out the boss was sending me some snacks or food. And by lunch hour, I always had a delivery guy bringing food to me to satisfy my crazy cravings. He also spoiled me, but he always said I was having his babies, so it was his way to feed the unborn babies and help them grow. A happy and filled daddy meant big and healthy babies. He was the sweetest.
Between Greg’s attentiveness and Mr. Griffin’s unwavering support at home, I was caught in a strange, comforting limbo where I felt undeniably cared for yet increasingly overwhelmed.
At home, Mr. Griffin was no less doting. His personal chef now catered to my cravings day and night. One evening, as I sat at the dining table with Marco, savoring a plate of creamy fettuccine Alfredo I had begged for just minutes earlier, Mr. Griffin entered the room with a tray of fresh cannoli.
“I thought you might want dessert,” he said, placing it in front of me and gently rubbing my shoulder. “Maybe you could share some with Marco?”
Marco giggled from across the table. “Wow! It looks so good, Uncle Mitchell! May I have some, Daddy?”
I glanced at Marco, smiling at him. “Yeah, bud. But I’m really hungry, so don’t wait too much, or I’ll finish the whole tray before you even start,” I playfully said, patting my belly.
Marco giggled and started eating, telling “Uncle Mitchell” about his day. Marco felt comfortable with Mr. Griffin, and it made me happy, but at the same time, I knew he had questions. Marco’s curiosity about my belly had grown alongside it. He asked endless questions, poking and prodding at the taut curve whenever he could. “Why is it so hard?” he asked one evening as we sat on the couch together, his hands pressing against my belly.
I didn’t know what to answer because I was running out of lies, and I knew I still had a long way to grow before the babies were born. So, I decided to tell him the truth. “It’s because the babies are growing,” I explained, brushing his hair and smiling. “They’re running out of room because they’re getting big and strong like you.”
I noticed the confusion in his eyes, so I told him that his daddy was special and was helping someone who wanted to have babies. Part of me wanted to tell Marco that he was going to be a big brother, but I didn’t want him to get emotionally attached to the babies. We weren’t supposed to stay around after they were born—though I wasn’t sure anymore. I explained that it had to be our secret, and he understood.
“Are they kicking right now?” he asked, his eyes wide with wonder. I took his hand and guided it to the side of my belly where one of the babies was stretching. Marco gasped as he felt the tiny movement beneath his palm. “Whoa! That’s so cool!” His excitement made me smile and forget about the aches, the struggles, and the complexity of the situation.
Things weren’t that bad, but the changes in my body were becoming harder to manage as my belly continued growing. By the end of July, when I was 24 weeks pregnant, my belly stuck out a foot in front of me, a taut, round orb that seemed to defy gravity. My hips had widened considerably, my ass had grown thicker, and my thighs rubbed together now when I walked. My chest had filled out, and even my arms and face had taken on a softer, fuller appearance. Despite my best efforts, I had to rely on some “maternity” clothes Mr. Griffin had bought for me. But they were snug and stretched tightly over my expanding body.
At work, the stares were unavoidable. I noticed my colleagues’ eyes lingering on me when they thought I wasn’t looking. The gossip didn’t bother me as much as I’d expected, partly because I had grown used to the whispers but mostly because I was too tired to care. My focus was on getting through each day, satisfying my cravings, and counting down the hours until I could lie down again.
Greg was a constant source of peace during the workday. He didn’t just leave me snacks anymore; he would bring me lunch or offer to carry my things when I was too exhausted. One afternoon, he even adjusted my chair for me, lowering it so I could sit more comfortably. His kindness felt like a balm against the chaos of my changing world.
At 24 weeks pregnant, I weighed 234 pounds, a monumental 80 more pounds than when I started the pregnancy. I knew I was growing too fast, but considering I was carrying sextuplets, I expected to get big. Also, the cravings and the constant snacks were only accelerating the growth. I was reaching a point where everybody knew something was wrong with me, but I insisted on keeping working. I was too big to do most stuff easily, but I wanted to retain the little control I still had in this crazy situation.
Everything was getting harder, but Greg was still the brightest part of my work hours. On a particularly sweltering afternoon, Greg left another note on my desk, asking me to meet him in one of the office bathrooms. I got curious and admittedly a little flustered by his attention, so I made my way there, my heavy belly swaying with each step as my ass bounced hypnotically. I instinctively moved one of my hands to caress my abdomen while the other moved to the small of my back. I didn’t care if I looked pregnant while I walked. I only needed to see Greg in the bathroom.
When I entered the bathroom, Greg was waiting for me, his massive body leaning casually against the counter. He had rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thick, muscular forearms, and his shirt clung to his chest in a way that made my pulse quicken. His uniform looked more snug than ever, making it appear like he had grown more muscular recently. I couldn’t help but gasp, and my cock stirred in my pants at the sight.
“Hey,” Greg softly said, stepping closer. “I thought you might need a break.”
I nodded, my throat dry. “I’m definitely feeling huge and heavy today,” I playfully said, placing my hands on the sides of my belly.
Greg smiled, his hands reaching out to rest gently on my shoulders. “Let me help.”
Before I could protest, he effortlessly lifted me in his arms, placing me on the edge of the counter. Greg began massaging my back and shoulders, his strong hands kneading the tension away. I sighed, closing my eyes as the pressure eased the aches that had been building all day. “How does that feel?” He asked, but I loved his touch so much that I couldn’t find the words to respond.
Then his hands moved to my belly, and I opened my eyes, startled. “Greg.”
“It’s okay,” Greg responded with a soothing voice. His fingers traced the curve of my belly, and I felt so comfortable and vulnerable that I could only smile at him. “You’re so hot, Adam. Look how round this belly is and how big you’re getting.”
I couldn’t help but blush as he leaned down and passionately kissed my lips. For a moment, I forgot everything—Mr. Griffin, the stares, the weight of my pregnancy. It was just Greg and me and the quiet intensity of his kiss. Our making out made me feel great, alive, and at peace. But the moment was interrupted by the buzz of my phone. I pulled it from my pocket, my heart sinking as I read a text from Mr. Griffin. “I have to go,” I said reluctantly. “I have a doctor’s appointment. Mr. Griffin is already waiting for me.”
Greg stepped back, his expression sad but understanding. “Okay. But we’re not done yet. I know this is complicated, but I can’t wait for you to deliver these babies. Then, I’ll put a few of mine in there,” he said, kissing my lips again as he helped me off the counter.
As I left the bathroom, my mind was a storm of emotions. Between Greg’s touch and Mr. Griffin’s constant presence, I didn’t know how to reconcile my feelings. But as I felt the babies shift and kick inside me, I knew one thing for sure: I had to keep moving forward, no matter how complicated things became.
The drive to the doctor’s office felt surreal. Mr. Griffin took me there in his sleek black car, his hand resting on my knee as if to anchor me in place. He was the sweetest and often caressed my belly while driving. His firm hand was a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling inside me. I kept catching glimpses of him out of the corner of my eye—handsome face, the soft smile that tugged at his lips whenever he glanced at me. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep my feelings sorted. Greg was a constant presence in my mind. The thought of his strong hands and sweet attention made my chest flutter. But then there was Mr. Griffin—sweet, caring, and with an inexplicable power for making me feel both protected and utterly confused.
“You seem nervous,” Mr. Griffin said, breaking the silence. His hand gave my knee a reassuring squeeze.
“I’m fine,” I lied, offering him a faint smile. “I’m just tired. Your babies have been moving a lot lately,” I said, smiling at him. He didn’t press further, but the concerned look he gave me made my heart squeeze.
Then, when we walked into the doctor’s office, Mr. Griffin took over. He signed me in, helped me out of my jacket, and even handed me a bottle of water when I mentioned I was thirsty. The waiting room felt suffocating, with people staring at me like I was a freak show, but his sweetness made it bearable. When my name was called, he placed a hand on the small of my back as we walked into the exam room.
The doctor greeted us warmly, though his eyes slightly widened when he saw the size of my belly. At 24 weeks, it was undeniably large, even for sextuplets. “You’re looking bigger than expected,” he said, his tone light but curious. “Let’s start with a general check-up before the ultrasound.”
I nodded, and the doctor instructed me to remove my shirt. I hesitated for a moment, feeling a wave of vulnerability wash over me, but Mr. Griffin’s firm nod gave me the courage to comply. As I pulled off my shirt, my belly was revealed in its full, taut glory. It protruded far in front of me, firm and rounded, with faint veins visible beneath the stretched skin. My chest had filled out as well, my nipples slightly darker and more sensitive—a side effect of the hormones coursing through my body.
The doctor began by palpating my belly, his hands firm but gentle as he pressed along the sides. “Any tenderness here?” he asked.
“A little,” I admitted, wincing slightly.
“That’s normal with this many babies,” he reassured me. His hands moved upward, pressing gently against my ribs where the top of my womb now rested. “You’re measuring quite large, but everything feels as it should.”
Next, he moved to my chest, checking for swelling or lumps. My cheeks burned at the intimacy of the exam, but I reminded myself that this was routine. Mr. Griffin stood by the chair, his eyes fixed on me, looking like a true protective alpha.
After the physical exam, the doctor asked me to lie on the examination table for the ultrasound. As I settled onto my back, the weight of my belly pressing against me, Mr. Griffin moved to stand beside me, his hand immediately finding mine.
“This might feel a little cool,” the doctor said, spreading the gel over my belly.
I nodded, focusing on Mr. Griffin’s touch as the probe glided across my skin. The now-familiar swooshing sound of the babies’ heartbeats filled the room, and I felt a small smile tug at my lips. But then the doctor frowned. His movements became more careful, his gaze narrowing at the screen. I paled.
“What’s wrong?” Mr. Griffin asked in concern.
The doctor hesitated. “It’s... unusual,” he began. “I’m hearing an additional set of heartbeats.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, my voice trembling.
The doctor sighed, clearly trying to choose his words carefully. “It appears that you have a second, less developed set of babies. They’re smaller and in a separate amniotic sac.”
I blinked, struggling to process what he was saying. “I don’t understand. Are the babies okay? What does “less developed” mean?”
“It’s called superfetation,” the doctor explained. “It’s extremely rare, especially with multiples. Essentially, you conceived again after the initial set of embryos was implanted. It’s remarkable. Unprecedented, even more than before.”
My mouth went dry as the reality sank in. “What?!”
“You have the sextuplets, and now you have additional quadruplets growing inside your womb. You’re carrying ten babies, Adam,” the doctor said, sounding excited and concerned. “Six at 24 weeks and four at 12 weeks.”
The room spun. I felt Mr. Griffin’s grip tighten on my hand, his voice distant as he called my name. But it was too much. The shock overwhelmed me, and everything went black.
****
I was lying on the plush couch in the penthouse a few hours later, with a soft blanket draped over me, still processing the recent news. Mr. Griffin sat beside me, his hand resting protectively on my belly. Marco was already asleep, so I knew he wouldn’t interrupt our conversation. I was terrified, but Mr. Griffin’s excitement was intoxicating.
“You’re going to be okay,” Mr. Griffin said, smiling at me and somehow making me feel slightly better. “I know it sounds like a lot, but you can handle this.”
I nodded weakly, my hand instinctively moving to my abdomen. “Ten...” I whispered, the word feeling foreign on my tongue.
Mr. Griffin smiled, his eyes filled with wonder. “Ten of our babies. It sounds fantastic.”
“Our?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He leaned closer, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “We created them together, Adam. All of them. I don’t care how it all started—all I care about is you and the babies. And from now on, I want you to stay home. No more work. You need to rest. And I’m not asking.”
I nodded, though my heart sank at the thought of not seeing Greg. But as Mr. Griffin’s hand moved to my belly, gently tracing the curve, I felt a strange comfort. “I don’t know how I’ll manage to get so big with ten babies inside me.”
“It’ll be great, and I’ll take care of everything,” he promised, his lips brushing against mine. I gasped at the tenderness of the kiss, my body relaxing under his touch.
Then, he began to undress me, and I couldn’t resist. His hands were careful and loving; every movement was thought to make me feel safe and cherished. I couldn’t help but smile as I lay on the couch, and he started getting over me. Despite the shock and fear, I felt surrounded by love—and that made the weight of my pregnancy just a little easier to bear.
“Ten babies. Don’t you think this deserves a celebration?” He said and teasingly reached for my hips to squeeze them firmly.
“I—I think it does,” I replied without thinking. My arousal drove my actions. My desire took over, and despite the mixed emotions, I surrendered to Mr. Griffin again.
The big man was too good, too sweet, too fantastic to resist him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, and he effortlessly lifted me off the couch. Between Greg’s enormous muscles and Mr. Griffin’s massive build, I felt vulnerable very often, but at this particular moment, I felt safe. He carried me to his bedroom, and before I knew it, his cock was deep inside me, and loud moans escaped my mouth. My mind was blurry, and even though I couldn’t take Greg out of my thoughts, Mr. Griffin’s overwhelming fucking was too good to worry about anything else but the huge cock stretching my hole once again.
His hands rested on the curve of his belly, the heavy weight of it pressing into his lower back, a constant reminder of the life growing inside him. He had been sitting there, in the cool moonlight, savoring the quiet peace that came with being so far along in a pregnancy—until he felt it.
A sharp, sudden sensation, like a deep, heavy shift, that drew his attention. His breath caught as a wave of discomfort radiated through his abdomen. His belly, once high and rounded, seemed to lower in that moment, a subtle but undeniable feeling of descent. The baby had dropped.
His eyes widened, and he instinctively placed his hands on the lower part of his belly, feeling the shift, the pressure as the baby moved lower. His stomach tightened, a rush of discomfort filling him as the weight shifted downwards. It was a strange, almost painful sensation. A deep, pulling heaviness in his pelvis as if the baby were suddenly closer to his hips.
"Oh God..." His voice was low and shaky, the words feeling strained, a mix of awe and discomfort. He could feel the baby moving, pressing downward, stretching his body in ways that weren’t as comfortable anymore. The pressure was almost too much, making his back ache, his hips feel like they were being pulled apart. It was as if the very act of the baby shifting had turned his entire body into a tight, sensitive knot.
"Ohh, you're getting deeper..." His voice was shaky, a soft, breathless laugh escaping his lips despite the discomfort. He shifted his weight slightly, trying to find some relief, but it was impossible. The pressure in his pelvis was overwhelming, as though the baby had settled in a way that left him feeling like he couldn’t catch his breath. It wasn’t painful in the way of sharp, acute pain, but it was uncomfortable in a deep, aching, almost suffocating way.
He ran his hands over the swollen curve of his belly, trying to soothe the tightness, but every time the baby moved, it only intensified the sensation. He could feel the baby pressing against his lower abdomen, the heaviness of it too much at times, making him gasp softly.
"You’re so big..." he murmured softly to the baby, his voice a mixture of awe and a little strain. "You’re so low...I can feel you."
Another shift. Another deep pressure. He winced, his hands gripping the sides of his belly as he leaned forward slightly, trying to alleviate some of the discomfort. The baby's movements, now feeling heavier, seemed to cause a sharp tug within him, pulling on his muscles, on his very core. It was almost like the weight of the child inside was too much, too overwhelming, like a gravitational pull he couldn’t escape.
His breath was quickening, the discomfort making it hard to focus. The low ache in his hips grew with each passing second, and as the baby moved again, it sent a jolt of sharp pressure down through his pelvis, his whole body trembling with the intensity of it.
Despite the discomfort, he couldn't help but feel aroused by the movements. The heaviness, the constant reminder of how hugely pregnant he truly was with his lover's baby—it was intimate, even if it wasn’t always pleasant. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could bear the pressure, but still, he loved it. He loved how full it made him feel, how complete his body had become.
"Oh wow. Oh wow. You’re so close. It's time. Oh god, you're coming now" he murmured, chaotically running his fingers over his big tight belly again, feeling the weight of the baby pushing down. "Oooo, you're almost there. Ooohhh, You have to get lower."
But the drop, the weight, the relentless pressure as the baby moved even lower—it was a sensation he couldn’t ignore. The baby was coming now. He had to start pushing. Through the discomfort, through the aching weight, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of wonder. As much as the pressure hurt, as much as the discomfort stung, it was the price he was willing to pay to do it all over again, but next time, he wanted twins.
In retrospect, River could see why this would be a bad idea.
But the wizard was so kind to him, so gentle and unassuming, a true master at concealing his intentions. When River stumbled to his doorstep, drenched from the rain and cold down to his bones, the old man ushered him inside, gave him food and hot tea and blankets to wrap around his shivering form. River watched as the man conjured up plate after plate of delicious meals for him until River was so stuffed he could hardly move, before guiding him to the guest bedroom.
And even then, he didn't see what this old man was planning. Perhaps he was naiive, being a boy of only eighteen, his body and mind still so nimble, but his gut unable to sense any kind of danger, especially not when it was full of delicious food. My god, he hadn't eaten that well in years. He was so unimaginably full it ached to even roll over in bed, though as soon as he was able to get to sleep, he did not wake until well into the next morning.
River let out a soft sigh as he moved his limbs, still so stiff from the night he'd spent so still. The room was so warm, the bed so comfortable, he felt as though he could stay here forever, never once having to leave this bed.
He opened his eyes slowly, the world around him starting to come back into focus. The ceiling, a dark wood grain above his head. The window, revealing the torrential downpour just outside. Perhaps the old man would let him stay a bit longer, he thought. It would be cruel to force him out into that weather! River sighed, stretching himself out before attempting to roll onto his side and finding with extreme difficulty that he was unable to. For the first time this morning, River looked down.
He had always been incredibly slim. Barely scratching 100lbs, his stomach had been flat enough to show his ribs. But now… He stared at himself in shock. His flat belly had grown round, bulging out towards the ceiling. It had grown obscenely large, so much so that when he tried to wrap his arms around it, his fingertips couldn't even brush against each other. River ripped the blanket off, believing this was surely some kind of cruel trick.
But of course it was not.
The shirt he had gone to bed in had ripped from his body, his expanding belly of course the culprit. He stared at it, skin stretched thin and tight over the dome of his stomach, stretch marks angry and red along his sides, and he was certain it would be the same towards his navel as well. He felt something shift within him, intense pressure building deep in his gut as his stomach expanded just a bit bigger. River shrieked, his arms and legs trying to scramble away, as if his belly were just a heavy ball placed on top of him, that if he struggled enough he could become unpinned from under its weight.
By now, his stomach completely eclipsed the wall opposite his bed. Though he could not see it, he heard the door open, and knew instantly it was the wizard.
"What did you do to me?" He asked, trying to sound threatening, though his words were a terrified whimper.
Footsteps approached the bed, slow and evenly paced. He was in no rush. He knew River could not escape, that there was nothing he could do.
"I'm truly sorry to do this without asking," the man hummed, slowly coming into view. "You see, my darling and I have been trying for so long, but together we just…" He paused, his hand reaching out to feel River's belly. "It's amazing, isn't it?" He asked, looking down at River's terrified face.
"What's happening to me?" River asked, tears pricking his eyes. Under the wizard's hand, the soreness of River's stomach subsided, until all he could feel was warmth radiating from within him.
"You're pregnant," the man said, sitting down on the bed, just beside River's body. "Inside of the meal I gave you were dozens upon dozens of dragon eggs. So incredibly small, but they grow so quickly once they're ready to be fertilized," he said, pressing a kiss to River's stomach, chuckling as one more egg within him swelled.
"… Fertilized?" River whispered, pressing his legs together. Despite his hesitation, he could feel his cock starting to harden. What's more, he could feel something else down there as well, an unusual wetness, just below his testicles.
"Ah, yes," the wizard said, starting to undo his robe. "I must fertilize the eggs. Worry not, once they are fertilized dragon eggs come out of the body within the day."
This did nothing to ease River's worries. "I--"
He was cut off by the wizard's cloak dropping to the floor, his cock erect and weeping. "Once you've laid the eggs, I shall grant you any wish you so desire," he said. "I could grant you eternal life, riches beyond your imagination, anything your heart could desire," he said, spreading River's legs.
"Ah, the spell took nicely," he said. "I hope you do not mind your new anatomy. I figured you'd prefer this over the alternative, though I promise once we are through the uterus and vagina will disappear. … Unless you wish to keep them, I am not one to judge."
River was dizzy. This whirlwind of information made his head spin. He was pregnant with dragon eggs, eggs that this man will fertilize and that River will birth, in exchange for whatever River wanted? I mean, it wasn't how he planned to spend his weekend, but…
The old man's head disappeared behind River's swollen stomach, mouthing at his erect cock and wet pussy alike. River gasped, feeling a fingertip trace over his cock. He knew it wasn't much, less than average even while erect, but the wizard was sure to pay close attention to it. He wrapped his lips around the tip, lavishing it with his tongue. River groaned, wondering if one of the wizard's spells was to blame for how enticing this was to him. That must be it, he thought. There's no way he was this horny over getting knocked up and fucked by an old man. Right?
Sucking at the tip was almost too easy for the old man. He took more and more of River into his mouth, the younger man's gravid stomach pushing against his forehead as it expanded larger and larger. River whimpered, hands rubbing over the expanse of his ever-growing middle. He only wished his hips would allow him to hump into the old man's mouth.
The old man reached down between his own legs, pumping his fat cock in his hand. His legs over the side of the bed, cock standing proud in plain view of River's eyes, and River could feel his new cunt beat with desire for it. Precum leaked from his cock onto the wizard's tongue, the old man drinking it up without missing a beat.
River's whimpers got louder, more needy, his body yearning for something his brain was ashamed to want.
He wanted to be fertilized. He wanted to be pregnant.
"Please," he whispered. "I can't take it anymore. I… I need your cock."
The wizard stopped, his mouth releasing River's poor, hard cock.
"I understand," he said, moving himself out of River's sight. All he could see past his belly was the old man's head and the tops of his shoulders, though he could feel something large and hot pressed against his new opening.
"I cannot promise that I will be gentle," the man said, sinking his cockhead into River's pussy, spreading him open for the first time. "But I shall try my best to be quick." He pressed a kiss to River's belly button, popped out and red, before slamming himself inside.
River cried out, his virgin hole ripped open by old man cock. It was how he pictured losing his virginity, though he always imagined it would be in a different hole. … And he didn't think he would be pregnant with dragon eggs.
Though the wizard was old, his thrusts were fast, rough. It bordered on violent the way he fucked River, hands exploring his massive belly while his hips slammed against River's. The soft, narrow walls squeezed him tight, welcoming their owner, their creator, inside. He'd made River's opening intentionally too small for his cock, giving himself the delightful gift of breaking this sweet virgin bitch open.
Lurid moans and wet squelches filled the room as River's body struggled to make enough room for its new master. It wasn't long before he couldn't take it anymore, his body unable to hold back. Cum sprayed weakly from his cock against the underside of his belly, against the wizard's stomach. It dripped down to his little pussy, providing a bit of lubrication for the rough fucking.
The old man grunted, feeling River's cock cumming on him. Idly, he wondered if River's seed would fertilize one of the eggs inside him. A small part of him hoped so, hoped his beautiful surrogate was able to have one of his own.
River's stomach swelled ever larger, so much so that the old man was scant able to hump their hips together.
"Ah, oh dear," he sighed, slowly pulling out of River, his hard cock yearning to return quickly to the warm, inviting walls of River's pussy.
"It seems the fertility spell worked a little too well. We may need to move you to your side if you keep growing," the man said, gently pushing River from his back to his left side. From where he lay on the middle of the bed, his round stomach reached just past the edge of the mattress.
"There we are," the old man said, heaving up one of River's legs and returning his cock to the tight little hole.
River could do nothing, could say nothing. Nothing but moans escaped his throat as the old man fucked deep into him.
It wasn't too much longer before he felt the wizard's hips stutter, his thrusts becoming erratic. He knew what was coming. River braced himself to receive the old man's seed, though he never thought there would be this much. Despite the intense pleasure of his orgasm, the old man forced his cock deep within River's cunt, piercing through the cervix he'd created within him. River cried out in pain, though in the moment the old man did not care.
The man came deep inside him, shooting his thick, hot cum deep within River's womb. He could feel it inside him, coating the huge eggs, seeping into them, fertilizing them. Fertilizing him. River's pussy quivered around the massive intruder, but his body couldn't resist cumming around it in turn.
There was a moment where the room was silent. The air was thick with sex and sweat, neither of them saying a word as the old man's cock slipped out of River's little cunt. Not a drop of his seed spilled from River's body, all of it trapped still inside his womb, fertilizing the clutch of eggs within him.
River felt the old man press a kiss to his enormous, swollen belly. Though River assumed it was over, that he would be able to rest before he laid the eggs, it seemed that would not be the case. The man didn't move from the bed.
And then River noticed the camera.
"You're recording this?" He whimpered, face turning a bright shade of red. Not only would there be evidence of his body ballooned up like this, but the old man had taken a video of him getting pounded and creampied.
"Of course. I need to show the missus," he said, laying down beside River, his arm resting on top of River's belly, feeling as the eggs inside expanded. The wood of the bed creaked under the weight he was rapidly gaining, though with a flick of his wrist the wizard took care of it. "She'd love to see you carrying her eggs so well. I knew they'd be in good hands inside of you.
Inside of River, more and more eggs expanded to their full size, ready to get fertilized. It wasn't much longer before the old man behind him was hard once more. Without saying a word, he pushed his cock inside of River's pussy for round two.
It continued this way for the rest of the day and deep into the night. River's belly had grown so large it hung off the side of the bed, touching both the wall opposite him and the floor below. His stomach ached with the pressure, the only relief from which was the pleasure the wizard's cock brought him. When his water broke around the old man's cock, it felt like a mercy.
"Ah, it's time," the old man said, a hint of a smile in his voice. He watched River's impossibly large stomach contract, ready to birth the eggs within him. He felt something large and squishy press against the tip of his cock, making him groan. The old man humped his hips forward, poking the squishy thing back into River's womb. Yes, yes, River needed to birth, but… God, he just wanted to enjoy his body a little longer. His cock stayed in him like a plug, pushing eggs back into the confines of River's seizing womb. Just a bit longer. Just until he came once more.
River whimpered, his body bearing down. He couldn't help it, he needed relief, though the wizard was keen to deny him.
The old man felt River's cunt squeeze his cock, felt the walls trying to push out him and the eggs alike. He rammed his hips forward, his cock slamming in through the dilated hole of River's cervix, pushing into his womb. He felt the eggs around his cock, squishy and soft, and once more came inside River's cunt. He looked up at the younger man's face, watching it contort with labor pains as the old man finally, finally pulled out.
As soon as he did, River began to push harder, feeling the first of the slippery eggs pass through his birth canal and onto the soft sheets. The old man smiled, scooping up the egg to set it aside. There were plenty more where that one came from.
His body burned with the pressure in his womb as each egg emerged from his makeshift birth canal, one after the other. It wasn't too long before two eggs got eager, pushing against River's opening at the same time. He screamed with pain as they stretched him wide, trying to beat each other in the race to emerge. With a bit of help from the wizard, both eggs pushed out through River's tight little pussy, landing on the bed at the same time.
To his great relief, with each egg that made its way out of his body, River watched his belly shrink. It was hours before it no longer hung off the side of the bed, but now the end was in sight.
By now he'd completely lost count of how many eggs had come out of his cunt, only now he could feel the few that were left rubbing against each other, against him. And dutifully he labored on, forcing eggs from his womb. By the time night began to fall, River was pushing the last egg from his body, laying spent and panting on the bed, his belly now just as flat as it was two days ago.
River rolled onto his back, looking over the side of the bed at the pile of eggs he'd laid. There must have been hundreds, he was certain of that.
The wizard cradled the last egg in his arms, tucking it safely in with the rest of them on the floor. "Thank you," he said, giving River a gentle kiss. "You've made an old man very happy. … Now, your wish?"
River looked up at him, then down to the eggs. "I wish…" he whispered, his throat dry.
Never did you imagine your skin become so taught. Three lives crammed in your womb, stretching you to your limit. You felt massive. They weren't feeling so little anymore. A gasp followed by a needy whimper passed your lips. Your bonded's calloused hands were tenderly rubbing your belly again. Gentle kisses placed everywhere you children kicked or pushed. You whimper his name, and though your belly blocked your view, you knew he was smiling.
You felt your legs part as he slid his hips next to yours. With one hand, he continued to rub your sensitive, over ripe belly, the other gripped your hip. Both of your hands move to rest on the top of your belly as your children continue to squirm. He spoke those sweet words of love to you. The hand on your belly sliding towards your closest hand. You gripped his hand and just as lovingly replied those same words of love and devotion to him.
But you knew what he wanted. And you wanted it as well. His prodded as your swollen lips with his thick dick. Another? You might just burst! But you were so needy. You bucked your hips and granted him permission. A deep moan followed as he entered. He was gentle but managed to hit every spot.
You whimpered and clenched down around him. How did having such a tightly packed womb turn you on so much. You wanted to stay full. More kicks, your children squirmed as you wrapped one arm around your middle. You hips buck's against your mate, urging him onward. Both of his hands went to your hips. Each thrust was more desperate than the last as he filled every inch of your tunnel. You threw your head back and arched your back in ecstasy.
Another. Another. More. You gasped sharply as you felt him ejaculate. Both of your hands went to your belly. As you panted and waited. It didn't take long as it happened a third time. Your belly began to slowly swell under your hands. You watched in a mixture of awe and slight fear as a fourth babe joined its siblings in your womb. A soft whimper escaped your throat as you rubbed your over taxed belly. Your lover placed a gentle kiss on your flattened belly button. So full, too full even. Your belly now towered over you. Far past due, perhaps now stretching past overdue.
Your mate looked pleased with himself. Mercifully, he pulled out and refocused his attention on you. A deep kiss was shared, both of you lovingly caressing your belly. Another month of growth and now with four passengers. And that was if you stopped you here. When you had agreed to help him re-populate the tribe of mages, you figured it would be a slow one at a time ordeal.
A flurry of kicks, your brood was clearly fighting for space and to find comfortable positions in such a cramped space. It took several tries and some assistance from your mate before you could sit up. Your belly extended far past your lap now and was attempting to reach your knees. Reaching your arms around your quintuplet sized belly, your fingertips couldn't grace each other anymore.
He sat behind you, and you happily rested your strained back against him. You risked asking what the biggest brood had been. Twelve he claimed as he rubbed your tummy. You were shocked you could hold four. All of them, so big and strong as well. And those sweet loving whispers he speak into your ear. It might become five before your waters break.
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