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Your father had always warned you of the danger of reading. Still, you'd never taken him seriously until this very day.

You're the young monarch of a small kingdom deep within the mountains. You'd been married to a king over a decade your senior as a way to solidify political alliances, and while your relationship was cordial, it'd never been particularly warm. The king seemed to hold little interest in people of your gender, but he still came to your bed like clockwork with the clinical intent to sire an heir. You endured it, because what other choice did you have? He had staff to cater to your every whim and was never unkind, so you could have done much worse.

But still, you couldn't help but feel... neglected. You had needs, even if you didn't fully understand them, and no one with which to explore or satisfy them.

At least, not until you found the book.

Tucked in among your wedding gifts had been a slim volume wrapped in gilded leather, filled with strange things. You couldn't read the text, but the illustrations—oh, those illustrations. Fantastic creatures of every size and shape were drawn in exquisite detail, not a single aspect missing the artist's trained eye.

It felt scandalous to gape at the familiar yet still alien shapes of their genitalia, but no matter how many times you slammed the book shut in mortification and hid it away, you always dug the tome back out. You always returned to a select handful of the pages, wondering why they made you feel so warm. If only you had someone to ask—but as the king's foreign consort, you didn't have anyone you could trust with such an intimate query.

Then, the dreams began.

And you quickly came to realize what that strange heat meant.

The monsters invaded your dreams like the fabled barbarians of the plains, swift and brutal. They chased you like a wolf hunting a rabbit, harrying your nude form through endless torch-lit corridors and toying with you until you could run no more. But instead of tearing out your throat, they flipped you onto your hands and knees. The horrible realization of what they intended crashed over you and choked off your cries of terror, leaving you frozen and trembling.

One of them mounted you like a beast on the hard stone floor. Thick shafts, tentacles, and appendages you couldn't even name flowed over your body with possessive intent, enveloping and fondling you in ways you'd never been touched before. Terror began to fuse with other things you couldn't name, similar to what you'd felt when gazing at that filthy book: heat, hunger, and a baffling emptiness between your thighs. Even while claws scraped over your skin, you wanted... you wanted...

"Accept us," a discordant voice rose from nowhere, countless voices layered over one another and ringing in your ears. Something nudged purposefully against your hole, teasing you with a taste of what your tormenter offered without truly entering you. Something hot and wet stroked its way down your neck until it curled around a nipple, plucking at the hardening nub until you whimpered. "Your body pleases us. Welcome us in, and we will overwhelm you with the kind of pleasure you'll never receive from your own kind."

You choked on a sob, your hips jerking instinctively back to meet the promised intrusion even as you shook your head. This wasn't right. You're married, and you had undeniable responsibilities to your husband and kingdom. Not to mention the fact that this thing at your back wasn't even human–

The shaft kissing your hole pulsed and began to vibrate, the sensation making your eyes roll back in your head.

"This is only a dream, little human," the voice taunted, its appendages winding even more closely around you. "There's no harm in indulging in a simple fantasy, is there?"  There was a hint of menace behind the voices, sure, but it only seemed to stoke the flames in your belly even higher as your willpower began to melt away. "All you have to do is let us in."

Your hole clenched around nothing, eager to suck in anything that might deign to fill it. You'd never felt like this before, and you didn't know how to handle the sensations crashing over you. How could such horrifying monsters make your body burn so hot?

What am I accepting?

Do I even care?

With a moan, you hesitantly spread your thighs in silent permission to the creature.

"Accept. Us."

"Yes," you whimpered, dropping your face to the floor in shameful submission. "Enter me. Ease this ache inside of me before I go mad, please!"

The beast's savage roar of victory nearly made you empty your bladder, but the sudden thrust of something impossibly hard and thick into your aching body immediately drove the fear away. The hulking creature wasted no time in fucking your soft, pampered body into the flagstone floor with all of the abandon of a wild animal. All you could do was hang on and take it. And when it finally finished inside of you, the sudden surge of wet heat painting your insides sent you tumbling over the edge of your very first orgasm.

Oh gods. Oh gods. This dream... sex couldn't possibly feel so good, could it? Pleasure that wiped your mind and left you feeling like you'd transcended to another plane of existence?

Sweaty, dazed, and leaking fluids from your freshly-fucked hole, all you could do was watch as the next creature moved to take its place at your back. Something cooler and more flexible slid into your sloppy hole this time, knobby protrusions along the length catching along the edge before popping inside.

And how many more beasts waited along the edges of your vision for their turn?

Oh.

As the bumped shaft started to find its own rough rhythm, you deliriously found yourself hoping that this dream would never end.

It's been over seven months since your first experience with the dreams, and as promised, they fill your nights with untold pleasure. But there's been an unexpected complication.

You've fallen pregnant.

Your husband's kingdom is ecstatic with the news of the coming heir, and his family embraces you with more kindness and attention than ever before. Your spouse is pleased, though he stopped bedding you the moment your condition became known.

Not that you mind. His disinterested late-night fumbling bores you; you'd much rather drift off to sleep and find satisfaction in the coils and claws of your imaginary lovers.

But as your pregnancy progresses, you can't help but wonder what has spawned in your womb. It seems foolish to imagine that the father could possibly be anyone but your husband, right? In reality, you've only ever entertained the king's attentions. The monsters aren't real. They haven't actually filled you with their seed, no matter how often they've left you sore and bloated from the sheer volume they've poured into your body during your fantasies.

You can't have been bred by figments of your imagination.

Yet still you find yourself plagued by apprehension. Your belly grows with unexpected speed, filling out into a taut sphere that hangs heavily from your frame. Your mother-in-law is sure this means you carry more than one child and begins taking every opportunity she can to rub your abdomen. This embarrasses you, but you don't feel like you can tell her no.

The midwife isn't as sure; she cautions your in-laws that you could just be carrying large for your first pregnancy. You can tell that she is puzzled by how quickly you've grown, since she's been attending you since your wedding in hopes of helping you conceive. At least you get along well, and she seems to be genuinely on your side. The last thing you need is someone suspecting you of trying to cuckold the king.

Because as much as logic dictates that such thoughts are foolishness, you still struggle against disquiet.

Maybe it is borne of guilt for being unfaithful to your husband, at least in your mind.

Maybe it has to do with the obvious pleasure that the dream creatures take in fucking your gravid royal form.

Or maybe it is because of the way your belly sometimes moves, writhing and shifting like a bag full of eels. The baby's just active, right? It's not like you could possibly be carrying the offspring of some unnatural monster in your womb.

Of course not.

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'Become an adventurer,' they'd said.

'You'll never have an empty purse or bed again,' they'd said.

Why in all the hells had you, the latest in an endless line of farmers, listened to them?

The hot summer sun beat down on your dirty, sweat-streaked skin, making every one of your listless steps feel like ten. The sword and leather pack strapped to your back weighed nothing compared to the massive, bloated dome of your gut, a feature that you hadn't sported only a few hours prior. Each step left the taut flesh jiggling while its contents continued to shift and gurgle beneath your skin.

Everybody knew that slimes were practically harmless, their semi-transparent bodies like soft, moist jelly as they bounced their way through the dank caverns they called home. Hardly even worth a thought when prowling through the caves in search of deadlier prey.

The mischievous kobolds you'd been sent to clear out, however, who'd been helping themselves to nearby livestock, had been another story entirely. Especially when encountered in groups, they'd become more scrappy than you'd anticipated. You'd quickly found yourself outnumbered and overwhelmed, and sometime during the fight, you'd taken a blow to the head and passed right out.

That's when you'd accidentally discovered a whole other side to the slimes.

Apparently, the slimes were attracted to warmth, and your big, freshly exercised body let off plenty of it after the kobolds ran off. The little creatures had swarmed closer and closer while you lay unconscious, and since you'd been unable to fend them off, they got quite close indeed.

It wasn't until you groggily came to that you realized what they'd been up to.

Dazed and confused, you weren't initially sure what to make of the pressure wriggling against your hole. You could only lay there moaning as something opened you up and pushed inside, your body closing around it before the next intrusion began. But as weird as it was, the faint jolts of pleasure they caused left you even more confused.

Finally, you got enough of your wits about you to crawl out of the cave on your hands and knees, the unknown sensations continuing until you managed to emerge into the light. There, you shoved a hand between your legs to grab at the latest assailant. The slick jelly oozed between your nerveless fingers and back between your legs with uncanny speed, leaving you to suck in a sharp breath as it buried itself inside of you with an obscene squelch.

As weird as it was, you'd tried to ignore it in favor of getting back to safety. Obviously, you had overestimated your abilities. You could deal with your unexpected passenger later.

Only you hadn't gone more than a quarter of a mile when your belly had started to swell.

Now you're huge, and even a simple peasant like you could understand that your ordeal had something to do with the slimes. You just pray you can find help before things get worse.

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Having a job at a breeding ranch is usually pretty laid-back and cushy.  It's a public service, you know?  One that takes care of everybody's needs with minimal downsides or fuss.  Cow-girls need to be looked after, and the bulls need a safe place to blow off some steam.  It's a big win for everybody.

Well, unless you're not part of the breeding crew; then it can be a hormonal nightmare.  Imagine being constantly exposed to fucking, or the aftermath of fucking, or the consequences of fucking, all while not being able to actually fuck.   

The elven ranch hand in charge of the breeding pens knows this all too well.  They love their job, but working here makes them feel like they're living in a near-constant state of arousal.  Gods, the number of times they've slipped off to a quiet corner to rub and grind against a convenient spot for a bit of relief is obscene.  

And it doesn't help that there's this one minotaur bull who's an absolute beast—burly muscles coiled around a massive frame, and with a cock to match.  He’s surprisingly gentle, but that doesn’t stop him from pounding the cows until their eyes are practically rolling back in their heads from pleasure. 

The elf has watched him work countless times, to the point where that bull started living rent-free in the dirty recesses of their mind.  He’s a frequent star in their fantasies, passing over the cows to ruin their much smaller body with his enormous shaft.  

Gods.

It all comes to a head during a rare lull in peak breeding season, when the elf has slipped off yet again to take the edge off.  This time, they’ve found an alcove where they can tug down their trousers and drive a few fingers into their already sopping hole, the hem of their shirt caught between their teeth to stifle their sounds.  

But apparently, they didn’t manage to be quiet enough.  

On the cusp of another heady orgasm, the elf suddenly finds themself plucked from their bolt hole and hauled deeper into the barn. "I'm sorry, I just…” a deep, achingly familiar voice groans, already pushing the elf’s lithe form up against a nearby wall.  “I have to…”

Oh.

Oh.

The minotaur crowds close, yanking the elf’s trousers down with enough force that they almost tear.  His lightly-furred body smells strongly of earth and musk as he rubs his bare cock against the tunic still shrouding the elf’s back.  There’s something hot and slick smearing as it moves, soaking into the fabric and marking them with his scent, and that knowledge sends a pulse of heat right through the elf’s core.  “Please, don't… Don't…”

Don’t what?  Don’t push him away?  Don’t scream?  Because those are the last things the elf wants to do right now, with the object of their most carnal fantasies mere inches away from turning their much smaller body into a cock shealth.  The elf whimpers, spreading their thighs as best they can and arching back, a silent plea for whatever the minotaur is willing to give.

There’s the barest of pauses as what rational thought remains in the bull’s head clues him in to his soon-to-be-lover’s enthusiasm.  He snorts in delight, hot air gusting from his flared nostrils, and his cock quite literally twitches.  “I’ll be gentle,” he mutters, hauling the elf into the air and planting the narrow, flared head of his dick right up against their slick entrance.  

‘Gentle’ is a subjective word, the elf discovers once their pent-up lover finally bottoms out in the depths of their eager cunt.  At almost twice the elf’s height and five times their weight, even the most tender fuck this enormous bull could offer would be enough to wreck them.  And this minotaur is quite obviously randy after several days of abstinence, his large, heavy balls swollen with potent seed as they slap against his lover. 

The elf’s trim belly bulges lewdly around the minotaur’s cock with every frantic thrust. Plastered against the side of the barn and stuffed to the brim, the elf can barely tell which way is up as they’re pounded within an inch of their life.  

The minotaur, meanwhile, teeters on the edge of nirvana.  "O-oh… you're so tight..." He moans almost reverently at the feel of the tight heat clenching around him.  He loves fucking the cow-girls, for sure, but they’ve all loosened up after bearing calf after calf over the years.  This elf’s cunt squeezes him like it’s never been touched.  

Their abrupt liaison doesn’t last long, not between the randy bull and the elf whose starving body swallows him deep.  They fill the air with the sloppy sounds of their coupling, the vacuous moans of an elf- cum -fleshlight, and the lusty grunts of a pleasured bull, until the minotaur’s self-control finally runs out.  With a monstrous bellow, he forces his massive cock as far as he can into the elf’s undersized body and climaxes.

That hot rush of seed proves to be just enough to finally send the elf careening over the edge, too.

Skewered on the minotaur’s still-throbbing shaft in the aftermath of an earth-shattering orgasm, there’s nothing the dazed elf can do but hang there and watch their abdomen jerk and expand with each new pulse of seed.  Hells… they’ve let a bull minotaur fuck them.  They’ve let a breeding bull come inside their unprotected cunt.  There’s so much come inside them right now that they look like they’re several months pregnant.  

Gods.

"Oh g-god, I needed you… needed this," the minotaur sighs, collapsing against the elf’s back as their huge lungs slowly heave.  

Stupified yet surprisingly sated, the elf wraps shaking arms around their distended belly.  “Me too,” they moan, woozily hoping that this won’t be the last time he gets cornered by his bovine coworker—consequences be damned.  

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Look at you, holding dozens of soccer ball-sized eggs within your womb. You're positively massive, bedridden and completely dependent on me as you wait to finally bring your clutch into the world—which will be a feat in itself, considering their size. But there's no denying the fact that you're gorgeous in such a state, your belly misshapen and lumpy, so swollen and obviously fertile that any creature with working gonads can't help but want you.

Your grossly distended belly is a mass of delicate skin stretched tightly across distinctive rounded shapes, each one easily identifiable through the near-translucent walls of your womb. I'll follow every one with a gentle fingertip, showering you in praises for being so strong and brave to bear so many of our children at once. I'll remind you of how beautiful you are to me, how I can't wait to watch you push every egg out of your pretty hole, and how I'll be just as eager to fill you up with my ovipositor again once your womb empties out.

It won't take much of a push to send the hard shells within you cracking against one another, a sound like muffled billiard balls clattering with every movement. The human body wasn't meant to carry such a burden, but your willingness to do so for me fills both of my hearts with love for you.

Maybe next time we'll try for a few more, eh?

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Something's… off, but you can't be assed to care right now.

You lurch forward almost drunkenly, each step wavering and unsteady, as you navigate the uneven path. You're not sure where you are or what you're doing here, only that you've never felt better. It's like someone wrapped your mind up in the most comfortable, loving, and warm blanket, one you never want to leave.

You giggle when a little hiccup rises from your throat, your arms clutching at the distended balloon of a belly that hangs heavily from your waist. Your stomach feels so, so full, but in a good way. Did you eat too much?

Oh, something's moving inside of you. Your shaky steps slow as you try to focus on the shifting, roiling activity just beneath your skin, but it's… No. You're definitely pregnant. That's a—oh, you can feel the baby kicking!

You stagger forward again, blearily recalling that the path before you leads back to a small town. Smiling to yourself, perhaps a bit too widely to appear sane, you keep pushing toward it. Instinctively, you know that as long as you get to the town, you will be alright.

Everything will be alright.

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The chill air drags you out of dreams that fade like wisps of smoke in the wind. The cool temperature leaves you groaning in discomfort, shifting your bloated middle around as you instinctively search for the warmth of your mate. Your fingers find thick fur, and you drag yourself closer, eager to sink into the warm, musky heat.

The cave is usually dark, but a scrap of moonlight reflects off the golden eyes of the enormous werewolf watching you sleep, its pups wriggling spiritedly in your belly.

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There's something down your throat.

You didn't see what attacked you, and by the time you realized you were in danger, it was already too late. A sting at your neck, a sudden sense of paralysis, and you swiftly found yourself at the mercy of your assailant.

You can't struggle, can't fight back. All you can do is lie there as you feel the rhythmic pulse of something being pumped into you, warm liquid and round, firm masses that barely make it down your throat. Your stomach swells around it with disturbing speed, and it doesn't take long before the heavy content of your guts starts to twitch and writhe.

All you can do is pray that someone finds you before it's too late.