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“You sure you don’t want to just order in?” Xaiden breathlessly besieged, his ass, belly, and thighs jiggling as he struggled to pull on a pair of trousers.
Jane watched him bounce on the balls of his feet in the reflection of her vanity mirror, bent over in lacy undergarments, a gel brush poised at her cat-eyed temple. She grinned when he managed to yank his trousers over his ass. They were stretch fit, two sizes up from his last pair, and purchased only a month ago; the seams were already fit to burst, strained by his ever-widening hips.
Chin tucked to his chest, his face turned pink as he attempted to reach underneath his massive gut. Jane took pity and got up to lend assistance. Xaiden exhaled with relief, lifting his belly out of the way as she made quick work of his fly.
His breath hitched when her touch lingered. She dragged her elongated black nails across his fuzzy navel which poked out from underneath the hem of his t-shirt, spread her hands, and palmed either side of his hefty belly.
Shaking it lightly, Jane studied the bouncy ripple affect around his sides, then pressed deeper, focusing on the firm center which held steadfast against external forces—Xaiden’s womb, housing her spawn...
“Mmnn—” Xaiden’s lustful whine sharpened painfully. Eyes screwed shut and brow furrowed, he grabbed the underside of his belly, lifting it up into the counter pressure of Jane’s strong, cool hands, his soft pink flesh bunched between their palms. “It’s too tight.”
“We’ll get you some new clothes soon, pet,” Jane assured. “Just hold out for tonight. You look so cute!”
Xaiden sagged against her. She straightened to take on his weight, wrapping her arms around him as he nuzzled her shoulder.
The further along in his pregnancy, the larger he grew, and the more easily overwhelmed he became. Jane relished in this small, pliable thing’s dependence on her, aware that without her guidance, the transformation of his body and mind would be absolute torture instead of pleasure. The fact that she owned such jurisdiction over him consensually was another marvel in itself. For all his mortal follies, his human compassion had shown her what genuine love and trust between two people—or rather, two entities—could inspire.
Right now, it was inspiring Jane’s penis. Xaiden’s prickly discontent made her skin buzz. He shivered and whimpered against her, desperate for relief from his tight pants, the weight of his fattened frame, the girth of his womb and his gut, the exhausted haze blanketing his mind, the ever-present wet secretions which betrayed his constant arousal and ruined all of his underwear...
Jane hissed and held him tighter. Her muscles bulged, her cock throbbed, her nails grew longer and sharper. Her arousal flared deep within herself and pushed outward, upward—
Xaiden made an adorable squeak of surprise. “J-Jane?”
Jane snapped her eyes open and looked down with a gasp. She’d grown two feet in height, her bra and panties ripped to shreds at her feet. Xaiden looked twice as small now, tucked against her hip like a fat little kitten that was all tummy and big, shiny eyes—which were currently gawking at her cock.
It stood at a foot and a half long, two inches around at the base and bulging outward from there, before tapering once more at her oozing tip. Viscous globs of pre-cum dripped hot and multi-colored, given the cocktail of pheromones pulsating in her balls, which hung massive and engorged beneath her veined shaft.
Jane looked past her penis at Xaiden, whose discomfort was briefly overshadowed by interest in her sudden grown spurt. It took all she had not to force him onto his hands and knees, his fat belly squished between himself and floor, tear away his pants, spread his voluptuous thighs, and jam her cock into his unwitting hole.
Or maybe she could pick him up and spear him onto her cock, puppeting him up and down, one hand cupping his hip and the other cradling the upper half of his torso like he was a precious toy. Her cock would breach deep inside of his belly, visibly bulging through the blubbery layers of fat which wreathed his insides.
His walled off cervix would prove difficult to penetrate. With the right mix of pheromones she could force it to blossom then vacuum seal around her shaft, whereupon she’d cum inside of his womb. Her demon spawn would feast themselves on her essence, growing bigger, inflating his already taxed body, pushing his belly to proportions unforeseen, to the point of near bursting—
A cheery jingle interrupted her fantasy. Her phone was ringing on the vanity.
“I’ll get it,” Xaiden offered, and waddled cutely across the room to silence the alert.
Jane exhaled, forcing herself to relax. By the time Xaiden returned she’d shrunk back down to her original dimensions.
She thumbed away the alarm for their reservations. “We’ve got half an hour until we need to leave.”
Neither of them moved. Jane watched Xaiden’s gaze drop to her much more manageable erection.
“Is there something you want?” she asked.
Xaiden blushed, balefully lifting his eyes. “Can I suck you off, please?”
“So forward,” Jane purred. He’d come a long way from when they’d first met. But there was a protocol that had to be upheld, obedience to be enforced, and discipline to be obeyed.
Thankfully for them both, Jane couldn’t be bothered with all that decorum right now. She sat down at her vanity and gestured for Xaiden to kneel between her legs.
He eyed the space on the floor, gauging the distance, then slowly lowered his massive frame, grunting and groaning. At a certain point his belly totally obscured the floor. His long brown hair swaying across his face in gentle curls, he forced himself to drop blindly on to his knees.
He pitched forward with a gasp, pulled by the weight of his belly, and caught himself by clutching Jane’s strong, muscular thighs. Exerted from the brief maneuver, he paused to recollect his breath. Jane watched his chest rise and fall. His belly hung low and wide, exposed underneath his ridden-up t-shirt. His pants were no doubt cutting a painful line into his navel.
Nonetheless, he looked up at her eagerly through his mess of curls. She gathered his hair in her hand and used it to pull him forward whilst angling her cock by its base.
She swallowed a wanton moan as his lips suctioned around her wet tip. His tongue unfurled, lapping up her pre-cum. He pressed closer, relaxing his jaw as her widening shaft inflated his cheeks.
She gently tugged his hair, silently commanding him to go faster. He worked his overextended mouth up and down, eyes half-lidded and teary, his brow crinkled in concentration.
He’d only taken half of her full length. She bucked her hips. He gurgled a choking noise and desperately pulled off her cock, coughing and spluttering saliva and pre-cum.
It was too much for him. Jane’s erection twitched with renewed power at Xaiden’s apparent fragility. He was such a soft and helpless thing—unable to move beyond his mortal body’s limitations, despite his own wants. He hungrily swallowed her cock again and made it halfway before the girth of Jane’s penis impeded further progress. She was just too big, and he was too small.
Xaiden sat in a daze, huffing air into his nostrils, drool leaking at the corners of his mouth, his throat and jaw twitching against the instinct to be rid of the oral intrusion. These involuntary spasms squeezed Jane’s cock in a pattern of pressure and release. She felt her massive balls tighten, a moan escaping her lips as she shuddered.
Xaiden responded with a keening whine, his big eyes desperately besieging her to fill him up. She yanked his hair and started fucking his mouth.
Just barely twitching her hips, the force of it alone shook his entire body. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. His belly swayed, fat and heavy, audibly slapping into his thighs and rubbing against the hard floor.
Jane shouted and came, curling forward over her precious human pet, ensconcing him protectively as her cum spurted from his overfull cheeks and spilled down his chin. He swallowed the rest with breathless abandon, starving for it in more ways than one, compelled by his own slutty desires and the influence of demonic pregnancy hormones. Given that Jane was his sire and master, the more he was full of her the better for himself and their children.
Xaiden fell backwards as she stood to clean herself. Slumped against the vanity, he looked up at her without seeing her, brainlessly moaning through half-parted lips sticky with cum and spit, rubbing his painfully overfull belly now ballooned even larger and washed in a pink blush.
He picked up his gut and shook it with a plaintive whine. It sloshed and rocked against his hold. He hiccuped, then gagged, canting forward. His eyes widened. He desperately hugged his belly as if convincing it to keep its contents inside.
His throat seized with a deep belch. Cum bubbled up and burst out of his mouth, dribbling on to his heaving belly. Jane knelt beside him, rubbing his back and belly with her large hands until he’d finished. Even then, his stomach still protruded with extra girth.
“Oh-hh—oh!”
Xaiden yelped in surprise, looking down at his belly as it hardened, then swelled, underneath Jane’s hand. Her spawn had successfully imbued themselves with her cum.
“Good boy,” she murmured, pressing the heel of her palm back and forth across her vessel’s burgeoning womb. “Just rest for a moment. Let yourself adjust.”
“I’m s-so full,” Xaiden wheezed. “S-so—ahh—”
Jane wrapped her arm around his back and tucked him into her side. He quieted, sniffling and whimpering, wetting her shoulder with snot and tears.
“I don’t feel good,” he mumbled.
“Let’s forget dinner then,” Jane offered.
“Really?”
She nodded. “We’re late now, anyway. Demons aren’t known for their patience. Imagine a demon hostess...” In fact, Jane knew their reservation was forfeit the moment Xaiden ogled her cock.
He slumped with relief. She inclined his chin with her finger, considering. “You do look cute, though. Too cute not to show off. How about a walk? Can you manage that?”
Xaiden puffed his cheeks. “I guess... It’ll be good for the babies, won’t it?”
As if their demonic spawn were the type of fetus who benefited from leisurely strolls and listening to Beethoven. “Sure,” Jane said.
She helped Xaiden clean up and bundled him into cardigan that tented ridiculously over his belly, then got dressed herself in tight pants, a top that was more straps than shirt, and long coat.
She plopped a flat cap on top of Xaiden’s brown mop of curls and pulled on a beanie of her own, complete with two holes for her horns. Being a monstrous creature of the night, protection from the elements wasn’t required, but ever since meeting Xaiden she’d grown to appreciate such silly human novelties.
Jane realized she’d forgotten her phone at the front door and circled back to the bedroom to grab it. When she returned to the foyer she found Xaiden leaning against the wall, one hand held to his pursed lips, the other on his belly, his face drawn with pale unease.
He leaned into Jane’s side as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “It’ll pass,” she promised. “Your body is just getting used to the stretch.” She poked his taut belly. The third trimester was tough on his small, human frame.
Xaiden answered with a wet hiccup. Finally, the spell passed, and his face regained color. “Bleugh.”
“Walking will help,” Jane assured.
She guided him through the front door by the small of his back. He waddled down their front steps of their townhouse and looked back as Jane locked the door. Standing in profile, his belly curved outward, backlit by streetlamps and headlights and windows shining warmly across the street.
As she made her way down the stairs, Jane’s horns and tail retracted and her skin shifted from magenta to peach. When she took Xaiden’s hand and gave him a peck on the cheek, the only outward signs of her true nature that remained were her sharp fangs, teal hair, and impressive height.
Xaiden grinned up at her. “What was that for?”
She shrugged and started down the sidewalk, slinging her arm around his waist. “I can’t kiss my boyfriend?”
Demons didn’t have attachments or committed relationships. They had victims, slaves, and subordinates. The word boyfriend stirred feelings foreign to demonkind in her chest—affection, sentiment, love, all of which Xaiden had taught her.
Night had crept up over the city and the underworld poked its head out into the human realm. Jane nodded at a passing woman dressed in all black. A cat dogged her heels, its nose loftily held in the air.
“That was a witch,” she told Xaiden. Two bats flapped into her peripheral. “And look at those.”
The bats ducked into an alley adjacent to a strip of bars. Two bodies appeared on a fire escape. They lit cigarettes, keeping an eye on the alley below for their next drunken victims, dressed in cliche trench coats and combat boots.
“Vampires?” Xaiden wondered aloud.
Jane’s nose scrunched. “Lame ones at that.”
Xaiden was nonetheless impressed. “Wow.”
Jane continued pointing out signs of the supernatural that Xaiden would have otherwise been oblivious to. Humans had an innate ability to be willfully ignorant. Anything that didn’t line up with their own reality was passed off as superstition and folktale. It never occurred to them that separate realities could exist at the same time as their own.
No monsters paid them any mind, but the next human they came upon stared at Xaiden incredulously.
Jane narrowed her eyes as they passed. “What’s their deal?”
Xaiden frowned. “Seriously?” He folded an arm over his belly and gave it a pat. “I’m—I’m huge, Jane.”
She tossed her head back and laughed. Xaiden’s frown deepened and his face turned red. Jane forced herself to quiet. “Oh, you mean it.”
“Humans don’t ever get this big,” Xaiden explained. “At least not usually. And anyway, I’m a guy, so...”
“You have no reason to be embarrassed,” Jane said.
“Maybe to you,” Xaiden huffed. “Other humans will think I’m a freak.”
Jane’s skin regained its magenta hue. Her horns and tail grew back. “You mean compared to me?”
Xaiden’s eyes widened. “You can’t—not out here—”
“I can do whatever I want.”
He nodded at the authority in her voice. “Yes, master.”
Jane wrapped her tail around his hips and brushed his side. “Good pet.”
It didn’t matter that Jane had relinquished her disguise. It was well past midnight—her kind grew more daring and open under the cover of the witching hour. As the humans went to bed, monsters took their place in the streets. None gave Xaiden a passing glance, if only for Jane’s possessive hold announcing that he was hers and hers alone.
Xaiden’s steps began to lag as his breathing grew more labored. He swept his hands across his belly in broad strokes, his fingertips just barely meeting in the middle. “J-Jane... I’m getting kinda tired—”
Suddenly he cried out and stopped short, clutching his swollen middle. “Ahh!”
Jane huddled close. “Xaiden?”
“Cramp,” he hissed. “Ohh, it hurts!”
Jane slipped her hand underneath his cardigan and pressed her palm against his belly, feeling it ripple through his t-shirt. “They’re growing again. Cheeky buggers.”
“A-again?” Xaiden bemoaned.
Jane unbuttoned his cardigan. He lifted up his belly, exposing its underside to the cold air. The zipper of his fly burst open as the button popped off.
Xaiden smoothed his hands across the pudgy, chafed fat that spilled out from his pants, his cardigan tucked behind his elbows. “I think...I need to sit down...,” he panted.
Jane guided him to a bus stop, secluded at the end of the block, and sat down on a bench, where she pulled him onto her lap.
“Chill out,” she commanded as he awkwardly straddled her thigh. This particular line didn’t run after midnight, so they were safe from any interruptions.
Xaiden relaxed into her hold, letting her catch his weight as he leaned back against her chest. His hat slipped off his head and landed beside them.
Jane hooked her chin over his shoulder and placed her hands atop his. His belly stiffened beneath their touch. Xaiden’s breath hitched, anxious for another growth spurt. The moment passed without incident, and he exhaled a thankful sigh.
Jane spread her hands out to Xaiden’s sides, pillowed with rolls of fat, then back to his navel. He shifted on her lap, failing to stifle a moan.
Jane hummed into his neck. “Need something?”
“I—I dunno,” Xaiden said. He hugged his belly tighter. “I just got all hot for a sec. O-oh—” His lips parted as he flushed deeper.
Jane rolled her hips up. Xaiden gasped and spread his legs. A wet smear formed on Jane’s thigh. His belly roiled.
“Very cheeky,” Jane muttered. She yanked Xaiden’s pants down to his knees.
“J-Jane—”
“Shhh.”
She lifted him over her hardening cock. He was dripping already. Jane huffed a laugh, sliding into him with ease.
Xaiden let go of his belly and wiggled his hips, his swollen insides flaring around the widest part of her shaft. “J-Jane! Ohh!”
“Fuck—” She released a breath, fully sheathed inside of him.
Xaiden groaned, leaning slightly forward to follow the angle of her cock. His belly drooped over his lap, hard and heavy, almost hiding his naked thighs from view. Jane pumped her hips. Xaiden hiccuped, jigging with it.
“More,” he gasped. “Please, more, Jane—master—”
Jane chuckled. “In front of all these people?”
“Yes,” Xaiden cried. “I need it—need you—oh—it’s so hot, Jane—Ah!”
Jane roughly pulled him off her dick with one hand. He flailed, sagging under the heavy weight of his fat frame and packed belly. She used her other hand to pull his pants off completely, then divested his cardigan also, before shoving back inside.
She grasped either of his thighs, spread his legs, and dragged him up along her shaft, slow enough that he felt every torturous inch as it widened, then tapered, before pulling him back down.
He tossed his head back against her shoulder, whimpering and gasping as she carved out his insides, his t-shirt rucked up underneath his chest, exposing his entire gut as it bounced with the motions—his womb hard-packed and solid, his cum-filled tummy sloshing fat and soft.
An incubus strutted past, eyeing up Jane’s work with approval. Across the street drunk humans staggered out of the bars, briefly trying to make sense of the carnal scene in front of them, before turning down the alley where they would meet their doom at the hands of goth vampires.
Jane growled, holding Xaiden in place. A spurt of pre-cum coated his cervix.
Xaiden shouted and hugged his belly as his muscles spasmed. “Ohh—Jane—hurts—”
“I know, love,” she crooned, rolling her hips, feeling his inner walls seize around her cock with unnatural contractions. “Just opening you up, is all.”
Tears sprang to Xaiden’s eyes. He rubbed his belly as a particularly vicious cramp took hold. The spawn inside weren’t pleased by this and began squirming with discomfort. Jane’s cock meanwhile throbbed and gained a few centimeters in girth in preparation to force open his womb.
His belly writhed uncontrollably, small protrusions appearing across its trembling surface. “Jane,” he sobbed, “please—make it stooooop—”
Jane pressed firmer against the fleshy mass of his cervix. Xaiden’s body bore down on instinct, resisting against her intrusion.
“No,” he begged. “Please don’t, Jane—master, please—it hurts too much—”
“Babies need it, X,” Jane panted. “It’s why you’re all outta sorts. They want more. Need to fill you up.”
She pressed her cock deeper, grunting with effort as she caught the rim of his cervix. It suctioned around her tip. Xaiden went taut, his mouth hanging open in breathless agony as Jane nudged against something warm and membranous. It pulsated in response.
Jane’s heart thudded with adrenaline. She fucked deeper into Xaiden’s uterus. Transformed by her pheromones to accommodate her demonic spawn, it took this unexpected intrusion with relative ease.
Xaiden moaned from low within his chest as his abdomen bulged. The babies wiggled in their amniotic sacs. Flesh pressed down on Jane’s dick from every angle as she raped his womb. She cried out and bit down on his shoulder.
Jets of ejaculate spurted from her cock. Dense and plentiful, it saturated his womb, filling the space between amniotic sacs and pushing against his uterine wall. She was cumming over her unborn babies, filling up the deepest, most inaccessible part of her human. She couldn’t have violated him any further even if she wanted to.
Her orgasm matched by the power she held over Xaiden, it continued unceasingly, making her mind buzz with ecstasy as she once again forced his body beyond human capacity. His womb ballooned, turning his belly into a drum-tight teardrop.
“Ahh—hah—ahhhhhh,” Xaiden cried. He weakly flailed on Jane’s cock, gasping for air, his lungs compressed by his inflating tummy. “Hah—hooo—oohhhh—”
Jane remained inside of his uterus until her babies stopped writhing, satiated by their progenitor’s potent seed without a care as to how it effected their vessel. She had no choice but to forcefully wrench her cock out of Xaiden’s womb, tight as his cervix was around her shaft.
Lifting him by his thighs at the same time, they separated with a wet sucking sound.
“Eurgh,” Xaiden retched.
Cum splashed between his thighs and all over Jane’s lap as his cervix gaped and twitched. The ring of muscle wouldn’t re-tighten for some time. Until it did, cum would continue to churn through his inner channel and spill out of his hole.
Xaiden whined as he closed his legs, his thighs and hips burning with the stretch of being brutally womb-raped. His belly stuck out to his knees, soft and jelly-like, lopsided and shifting as their children buffeted against each other, suspended in cum.
No longer preoccupied with annoying disguises, Jane pumped her muscles full of magic and effortlessly carried him back home.
She laid him down in bed. He sat against the headboard and blearily took in their surroundings, his eyes lighting up with recognition and familiarity. Jane leant forward and kissed him. He moaned against her, open-mouthed and brainless.
“My tummy,” he whispered. “Please—so full—”
“Shhh,” Jane shushed, encompassing his gut in her big hands. She pressed down with a smirk.
Xaiden shrieked. Cum gushed out of him and squelched between his thighs. He spread his legs open and craned his neck, just barely able to see over his shrinking belly as the sheets grew dark beneath him.
Jane kissed him again, then went to draw a bath. She returned and found Xaiden slumped in the pillows, pitifully holding his belly. He mewled in pain and exhaustion as she picked him up, only to sigh with relief once she lowered him into the clawfoot tub.
He leaned his head back against the rim of the tub, buoyed in the water, his pelvis and hips finally weightless, the ends of his hair curling dark in the water. Jane got on her knees beside him and reached into the water to massage his stomach.
The water turned milky with cum. Soon enough his stomach regained its original, if slightly bloated, shape. The cum which remained would be absorbed by the babies and lead to another growth spurt.
Jane emptied the tub, rinsed him clean, and brought him back to bed. He’d be waking up to an unpleasant surprise in the morning, closer and closer to becoming bedridden. Oblivious for now, he burrowed under the covers, sleepy and sated.