I deeply adore your ignorance posts. And your nonhuman posts. You've sparked so much of my imagination! So here, a gift. Maybe you're the boyfriend in my story :p.
I would love to be a deer boy, a small breed, like a pudu deer boy. Sheltered and nervous and sweet, my family telling me to keep my dating ring to other deers. So I do. I meet a lovely moose guy, and we hit it off so so well.
My parents never told me how children were conceived, deeply sheltering me. When he realised this, he soothed my embarassment. "Its okay," he told me. "Trust me, its very hard to do without knowing, I'll tell you whenever we get that serious and explain it all, but theres no reason right now, babe."
My parents seemed very worried about my boyfriend being a moose, but i didn't know why. Hes in the deer branch family after all.
Eventually, he took my virginity. He started so gentle, guiding me and explaining it all, but halfway through he began to push my limits. "Stop," I whined, "Please, baby, you're hurting me!" But it only sped him up. He cupped my cheek as he pounded me and made me shriek in pain until he unloaded everything into my fertile little boycunt. As he pulled out he laughed at the face i pulled as I moved my hands down to my puss, confused at the sensation of cum filling me. Did he pee? I asked him and he said no, but he gave me something very special.
After a month or two, my belly is obviously large already. We go to dinner at my parents house and they gasp, my middle looking seven or eight months along, and they begin to berate me. "How could you be so careless! You aren't even married!" While I held my tummy in confusion, maybe my mother even slapped my belly to add to her severity. I don't even know what I did wrong! My partner pulled me out of the house and assured me that they were just upset that I had gained weight, and were worried he would leave me instead of marrying me. But he said he likes little deer with lots of meat on their bones, so he took me home. We moved in together at four months with me looking like im overdue with twins, and my first year at college started. They had to find me a different place to sit because of my belly. My partner even came with me, and i was confused but he said the school agreed that he could to "keep an eye on my delicate condition" whatever that meant. Sometimes my shirt would get wet, especially when young mothers i went to college with had their wailing babies with them in class, and i, unaware of the social norms, would squish and pinch my heavy boobs to force them to feel better, panting and whining in the back of the lecture.
By the time i hit month nine I looked like I was having octuplets or something, and constantly I was moaning and whining about strange tummyaches, palming strange spots on my belly where the skin rippled and moved. My partner said it was fine, that all deer boys go through this when they become a young adult. We visited my family a final time, my parents practically refusing to look at me until I let out a surprised, loud moan as fluid gushed from my overburdened pussy. They looked at me in shock, and I held my belly and looked at my partner. "Baby, did I pee?" I asked shyly, embarrassed to the point of tears before moaning in pain as I felt my belly tighten. He only laughed. "Close enough," he answered, watching as I lowered myself to the ground mewling. My parents looked away and eventually hid in another room to peek only, ashamed their lies had brought this to their home. For hours I sat in their living room, legs spread and wailing, moaning, panting as I pushed and pushed to expel this huge thing from my body, begging my partner to tell me what it was. He would soothe me and say to just keep pushing. Eventually the head would come free, and then the body, and my large, cumbersome half moose baby would come free into the world and wail. He would sort it out, of course, clean it off and let it suckle from me while I sat there shocked. I was not ready to be a father.
Eventually, he would take the child through to the other room to let my parents meet it, and returning back to me, he would crawl over my empty, aching and tired body, pressing me down against the carpet and taking off his shirt to shove in my mouth, raping me hard on the floor for an hour or so while my parents fawned and gave me the break to breathe my partner told them I needed. By the time they came back i looked tearstained, but that was to be expected after such a harsh labour. Little did they know, as they came over and warned me about getting pregnant again and how it happens, and planning the wedding i must have to my boyfriend as soon as possible, his sperm was filling my empty womb, and next time it certainly would try to outdo a measly singleton.
He had been lacing my food this whole time after all.
