Tier 3+ Bonus Stories 📜 3 Preg Story Commissions (Patreon)

From Athlete to Mother
Commissioned by anonymous

Contents: OCs, nsfw, pregnancy (fpreg), progression, mind transformation

Story written by RoseVirage

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Day 1 (Fig. 1)

It has been a great one night stand. Probably, at least. She couldn’t quite remember. But she felt amazing the next morning. Refreshed, relaxed, happy. Her lover had been gone by then, but he had left a plate full of pancakes in the oven on low heat, to keep them warm for her. How cute.

Day 55

Her six pack had started to fade. No wonder… she has been craving food like she was starving lately. Her usual protein shakes and fresh vegetable smoothies didn’t taste at all anymore and even made her feel sick at times, so she had switched over to a diet of the type “eat what you want”. She should really switch to a healthier diet and work out more if she didn’t want to lose all the progress she had made.

Day 85 (Fig. 2)

She hadn’t done that. And it shows. For the first time in her life she had a little pouch. It terrified her, but at the same time she was strangely obsessed with it; Just as she has been with her abs. Touching the surprisingly hard little curve provoked her feeling some sort of pride - but unlike with her toned muscles she hasn’t done anything to get at this point. So where was this sensation coming from? Who cares. She really had to get rid of it.

Day 141

They have gotten bigger. “They” meaning her abdomen, but also her breasts. First they have itched, then they’ve gotten sensitive, and now they’ve started to swell, too. Bending had become a little annoying, so she had stopped shaving her intimate parts; But she felt as if it had been swelling, too. Her tight, athletic body slowly became bloated and plushy - She should’ve hated it, and there definitely was some rational part in her mind that certainly did that, utterly terrified; But her obsession with her body has grown, too, and she couldn’t help but observe herself in the mirror more and more - both disgusted and aroused.

Day 180 (Fig. 3)

Today two things have happened: she has started to please herself in front of the mirror, and following this, something in her belly has moved visibly.

She had felt these sensations before - bowel movements as she thought - but when she saw a clear motion in the mirror she finally understood: She was pregnant.

Even though she was used to her period not coming regularly, and she had forgotten about the one night stand completely, she really should have understood sooner. It was painfully obvious.

She had cried. For hours. She wasn’t ready for a child, she hadn’t even thought about it once before; But after she had let it all out, lying naked on the floor, cradling her swelling body and monitoring the movements inside, she had finally accepted her faith.

Day 249

She couldn’t keep her hands off herself anymore. Once the portrayal of an athlete she now was the epitome of a fertility goddess. Her breasts have grown even more, now heavy with nutritious milk; Her vagina swollen and both ready to be pleased and to birth. She’s more sensitive than ever before, feeding her entrance two or even three fingers every day, often while watching herself and her gorgeous motherly body cum in front of the mirror; Her belly shaking with anticipation and the child within. God, that belly… She was becoming so huge, yet it still wasn’t enough. She wanted her precious child to grow big and healthy and secretly wished that there were two or even three of them. Once she birthed this one, she’d gift it a dozen more siblings. She was born for this.

Day 310 (Fig. 4)

She was heavily overdue. And she loved it. Both her body and mind have become so insanely sensitive that the mere thought of being so full with child sometimes made her come. Sometimes it was because of the baby’s movements - strong as her mother. Sometimes it was when she thought about getting pregnant again; which she would, without doubt. As soon as her body was able to again, she would have sex with anyone to get to grow another child.
Her breasts were now constantly dripping, no matter how often she milked herself; There just was too much of it.

She was absolutely ready for this baby. But she didn’t mind nurturing it even longer.

Dessert
Commissioned by Tyrzu

Contents:  OCs, nsfw, w/w, pregnancy (fpreg), teasing, foodplay

Story written by RoseVirage

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“Wow, Cranberry … you weren’t kidding when you said that you’ve prepared a special dessert…” Aileana said, flabbergasted.

C’ran, lying on their bed completely naked, gave Aileana a surprisingly smug smile. Her motherly body was on full display, covered in the Miqo'te’s favorite treats.

She was a sight to behold. An epitome of ripeness, presented like a fruit that just waited to be eaten.

“I … I like how daring you’re getting lately, love,” Aileana admitted, blushling and shyly coming closer.

“I know,” C’ran answered, making her lover blush even more, “Would you be so kind and help yourself? The cream is starting to melt.”

The Miqo’te crawled closer, shaking with anticipation.

“Belly button first. Dig in, love.”

Aileana gladly obeyed. She slightly bent over and started to lick the cream off her wife’s hot skin. It tasted even better this way.

She could feel C’rans body relax immediately. She was leaning back and clearly enjoying the attention. A soft mewing of joy escaped Aileana’s throat. She knew that to C’ran her tongue was uncommonly rough, but she also knew that the Viera enjoyed feeling it on her skin, so she diligently licked her clean, but not without brushing over her belly button now and then, as if it was a mere coincidence.

Even though her wife tried to hold back, Aileana noticed her moaning softly every time she touched it.

This would be the best dessert she ever had.

Unexpected Intruder
Commissioned by Smartkittykhan

Contents: Tashigi/our OC (One Piece), w/w, pregnancy (fpreg), teasing

Story written by RoseVirage

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Captain Tashigi had been right about her gut feeling; when she opened the door she immediately saw the intruder. A rough, dirty looking pirate, greedingly counting coins of one of her Marines, hunched over like some kind of raccoon. How did she even get on this ship?

She grabbed the knob of Shigure, a little awkwardly due to her protruding middle, full and heavy with child. She still wasn’t used to her unplanned pregnancy, and to be frank, she kind of ignored it most of the time, because she didn’t like the stigma that came with a pregnant swordswoman - which resulted in her being even clumsier than usual.

She still was confident with her katana, though.

“Don’t move. Get up slowly,” she commanded the intruder.

The pirate turned around and got up. A woman. And though she was rather small, the look on her scarred face disclosed fierceness and strength. Tashigi’s muscles tensed immediately, preparing to expect the unexpected.

At first, the woman looked surprised, maybe because she was caught, or maybe - which Tashigi hoped it wouldn’t be - because of the captain’s look. But then her face changed into an expression that immediately made Tashigi nervous. It became smug. But not in a “I’m better than you at fighting” way, but something … something else. Something that wasn’t related to fights at all.

The pirate came closer.

“S-stop right there, intruder,” she said, though even she herself noticed that she didn’t sound as confident as before.

Within the blink of an eye the woman had grabbed her on the collar and pulled her down to her level with surprising strength.

And now Tashigi finally understood the look in her eyes: She didn’t want the money, she didn’t want to fight, she didn’t even want to flee - she wanted her.

The pirate’s other hand ran over her belly, possessive and full of desire, and before Tashigi understood what was going on, some buttons of her shirt were already popped open, revealing her newly achieved full and round curves.

Tashigi failed to do anything in response. But her body didn’t, betraying her in the most evil way. It was reacting strongly towards that nameless woman and her dominant behavior. Her heart beating faster, raising her temperature, breath going faster, forming sweat on her skin. Even down there, her muscles start to contract in anticipation, and  -

No.

What the hell was going on?

She felt the pirates hands on one of her overfilled breasts, the slight pressure already squeezing out some milk.

“I would love to stay and fuck you senseless. But I have things to do, Captain. So I'll tell you what’ll happen now. I take this chest - after all, it’s just pocket money to the Marines, right? Nothing important. - and then I leave. And if you’re a good girl and don’t make a fuss about this, I will return and reward you. Handsomely. Multiple times. Just with my tongue. Do we have a deal?”

Tashigi stared at her, breathing heavily, her knees shaking, her brain unable to grasp any thought.

The pirate gave her a winning smile. “Good. I see you understood. See you later then. Oh, and maybe try to dry your shirt before leaving, we don’t want your men to see your body spilling out like this now, do we?” She turned around and walked away, towards the stairs to the upper deck. Right before she left her view, she looked at her one last time and said: “You probably want to do that with your pants, too.”

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🌹Rose (Glasmond)

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