Harem Hijinks, Epilogue (Field Trip Group to Anime Harem TG) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Al

After a landslide claims the lives of Ken and several other archaeology students on a field trip to Japan, the great Creator himself apologises for this accident and gives them a chance for a second life. But when Ken talks about his love of harem anime tropes before the others can speak, this ditzy creator sends them all to a new world that operates on anime principles . . . and where Ken’s fellow students and his professor are now all cute anime girls who are desperately trying to fight off their new roles, and their new attraction to him.

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Epilogue: The Harem

Kenji woke to a very full bed, one that was getting fuller everyday. Mao was slumped up against him, her form partly intertwined with Haruka's. The former was snoring loudly as was her habit, and she scratched at her dome-like belly every minute or so. At eight and a half months along, she could literally go into labour any time over the next two to three weeks. Thankfully, she was sleeping soundly for now, her head resting against Haruka's now G-cup breasts. Haruka must have been having another dream of performing, because she was half-mumbling a J-Pop song under her breath and smiling broadly. Kenji carefully turned his head and nearly chuckled at the sight of Alicia. True to her nature, she was a figure of feminine repose, even in her third trimester. Her silky nightwear complemented her refined beauty, and her sleeping face could have been Sleeping Beauty's. Tomoko, on the other hand, had been true to her nature as well: she'd rolled off the bed, somehow. Again. Thankfully, the narrative rules of this universe meant she'd come to no harm whatsoever, nor her babies. She was positively ripe with twins despite the two months or so to go, and her breasts were impossibly large, like great soft basketballs. She was sucking on the end of a marker in her sleep.

“Oh, my lovely women,” Kenji sighed quietly. “I love you all so much.”

As if by instinct, Mao reached out for him tenderly . . . only to slap him on the cheek due to some frustrated dream. Perhaps a holdover of her original self getting a little revenge. Kenji had to extract himself from the bed to avoid laughing too hard and waking his pregnant sleeping beauties. Each was unique and wonderful and desirable in their own way, but one in particular was missing. Slowly, he made his way out of the bedroom. It was a good thing that they had all moved into a house Alicia had purchased: with her marvellous funds and her own successful modelling career (including a lot of maternity shoots lately) they weren’t exactly lacking for money. Coupled with Haruka’s own rising musical star (even if she had to be on a break with birth now looming) and things were looking just peachy for them. Kenji followed the wafting smell of a traditional Japanese breakfast. The kitchen downstairs was impressive, with its own island with three sinks and a walk-in pantry that was very well-sized. Enough to cook for a large family, and that was exactly what Rika was doing now.

She was dressed in her cute pink kimono, albeit this one was looser around the waist to accommodate her burgeoning belly. She wasn’t as large as the other girls, yet, but was very obviously pregnant, and quite happy that her cup size had gone up a little. She wore her hair up now in a traditional style, looking every part the classical Japanese wife making breakfast lovingly for her husband. As she saw him descend the stairs, she smiled softly.

“Morning husband,” she said. “You can go back to bed. I was planning on bringing food upstairs for everyone.”

“They’re starting to stir, I think. I wouldn’t want you to go to all that effort anyway. Far easier for you if we come down and eat. You look beautiful, Rika.”

He approached her, kissing her lips and then moving down to kiss her belly.

“She’s moving a lot today,” she said proudly, rubbing her stomach. “Another little girl.”

They shared a chuckle. All of his children were girls. It was just another one of those tropes, he supposed. He didn’t mind. He’d love his children no matter what.

“You are so wonderful,” he said, kissing her again. “I’m so glad you’ve taken to this life. I was always worried I’d trapped you in it.”

“I’m happy to be trapped in it,” she said, pressing her side against him. “I’m happy to be trapped with you.”

“Then I’m glad. How long until breakfast?”

“Another fifteen minutes.”

“Did you want to make it twenty? Twenty five?”

Rika grinned. Wordlessly, she took her husband by the hand and led him away. The large house had many rooms, guest rooms, spare beds and large couches. They picked a guest room this time, and made love together, both removing their morning clothing and taking in their naked forms. Rika was well used to this by now. It was kind of crazy that she was a woman, let alone a pregnant woman, but even that craziness was increasingly just kind of . . . normal. But the orgasms that were produced when she rode her husband, mounting him as she was now and letting him thrust into her while she bounced atop him, that pleasure was anything but normal.

“Y-yes,” she moaned. “I’ve b-been wanting this. Soooo many hormones, Kenji.”

“I’m always happy to satisfy,” he grunted, thrusting again. He was getting close. He placed his hands on her larger breasts and kneaded them. She moaned. They were full lately, almost ready to produce milk.

“You - ahhh - always do! I can’t wait to make you a father! I c-can’t wait to be a m-mother! I’ll have as many b-babies as you want! I love you!”

“I love you t-ahhhh!”

His cock stiffened within her, and his balls contracted slightly. Moments later he throbbed, and a stream of his semen poured up inside her, igniting a thunderous wave of pleasure. She leaned back on her hands, bucking her hips just a little on his throbbing cock, milking it. He placed a hand on her belly, admiring her pose as she moaned. It took literal minutes for the pleasure to finally fade, by which point both parties were very satisfied.

“Well, looks like someone got in early!” came a voice. 

The two embarrassed lovers looked over to see Mao standing in the doorway, her huge belly looking ridiculous on her otherwise lithe form, like a big white egg.

“Morning Mao!” Kenji exclaimed, blushing. “I see you woke.”

“We’re all awake now, thanks to you. And that means you owe us payback, Kenji! Me first, since I’m so far along!”

Kenji gave an embarrassed smirk to Rika, but she just giggled and kissed his cheek before carefully dismounting from him.

“It’s fine, my love. Sugoi, in fact. There’s more than enough happiness to go around. You see to all the rest of your women, and I’ll have breakfast ready for all of us, once you’re done. Enjoy!”

And Kenji did, four times in a row, his refractory period practically magical to accommodate his harem. Tomoko in particular was a divine experience; he couldn’t stop playing with her massive tits or appreciating her twin pregnant belly. By the end, he was exhausted in the best way possible.

A good thing Rika’s meals always gave him the energy he needed.

***

“Hit the stage and have some fun, jump up and down, you’re the one! You’ll be a star, falling down to Earth, let them see your light, let them know your worth!”

Kenji kissed the back of Haruka’s head as he moved around the living room area. 

“I love that song, Haruka, and I bet all our little girls will.”

“That’s why I’m, like, singing it. I think I can, like, totally get into singing children’s songs as well. Besides, we need some lullabies to get so many babies to sleep, especially since I really, really want to have twins with you one day.”

Kenji chuckled. “That would be amazing.”

“Mhmm, absolutely. Think of all the pregnancy sex!”

Mao rolled her eyes from the corner. “Well, you better give me a longer break between getting knocked up! I still want to do my sports, and it’s impossible with this huge belly! Besides, you still haven’t given me boobs!”

“Sorry, I think that’s a sort of tsundere trope.”

The others giggled, though Tomoko put a comforting hand on the fuming Mao.

“Just you wait, my girls are going to be major league baseballers, basketballers, trackrunners, everything! They’ll outshine all the other babies!” She rubbed her stomach again. “I don’t blame you, little one. It’s all that Kenji’s fault! You’re blameless and perfect!”

It was clear that her tsundere act was just an act though: her love for Kenji was real by now, and her attraction even more so.

Alicia’s eyes lit up. “Oooh! I can do ze outfits for them! I am already planning to colour coordinate all the clothing so zat we don’t get zem mixed up from all the babies!”

She rubbed her stomach. Out of all of them, Alicia wore pregnancy the most stylishly. It was like she hadn’t lost any energy at all, even in her third trimester. In fact, her elegance had only increased, and she certainly knew it . . . and flaunted it. 

“Dibs on red,” Mao said.

“Green for me,” Haruka said, pointing at her hair.

“I was hoping for green,” Tomoko sighed, referring to her original name. “Perhaps turquoise blue.”

“Pink for Rika,” Kenji said, and Rika beamed. He knew her too well: she’d fully accepted her new feminine nature to the utmost.

“Colour coordination is not enough,” Tomoko said. She was at a desk, trying to accommodate her belly against it, and was writing furiously. “I have a rigorous study plan for all of them. It’s important for me to be a teacher again, and this is a way to achieve it! I can raise them properly until they are ready for school and get them ahead on every topic. Not to mention after-school tutoring. If you’ll look here you can see my fourteen-step program for - gah!”

As usual, her clumsiness got in the way. In her excitement, she toppled over the massive collection of motherhood books and sent her paper sprawling everywhere.

“Oh, um, darn.”

“It’s okay, Tomoko,” Kenji said. “I know you’ll do a fantastic job. Once, um, we get you a staple binder so the sheets don’t keep going everywhere.”

Rika was instantly moving about, collecting the various sheets and placing them before her former professor. The other women all got up as well, and despite their big pregnancies, they all helped out. Kenji got involved too, and soon Tomoko’s work was all placed back at her desk, with the entire family surrounding her. 

“Thank you all!” she exclaimed, getting a bit teary-eyed. “Oh, these hormones!”

It set off a chain reaction, of course. Something about the entire harem coming together to prepare for their children in all their own ways made them a bit weepy-eyed. They clustered around, hugging one another as best as they could, trapping Kenji in the middle, surrounded by their uniquely beautiful forms and against their pregnant bellies.

“I love you all,” he declared.

“And we love you!” they replied.

He exchanged a quick glance with Rika. She was already proving that she was a perfect wife, and soon to be a perfect mom, but they were all on this journey too.

“Well, let’s get out of the house already,” Kenji said. “All of us, together.”

“Where to?” Alicia said, already getting excited.

“No idea. I figure you’d be best at deciding that Alicia, and perhaps with some help from Haruka and Mao. Tomoko and Rika can help me pack. I figure we can all get some fresh air and enjoy ourselves, and talk about all our babies yet to come.”

The five women smiled, immediately moving to ready for their day trip. Whatever they would end up doing though, they knew they would do it together. They were Kenji’s loyal anime harem, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

The End