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This is my first story submission made for you guys, and I hope you all like it. The first story up here involves my OC Morgana getting into some strange halloween candy that's sure to give her quite a surprise~\n\nMorgana is my character, but the icon art was made by my friend DashRaptor over on FA. Here is the original, [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18904064/][/url] Please go see it, and give my friend some much needed love.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Hello Inkbunny! This is my first story submission made for you guys, and I hope you all like it. The first story up here involves my OC Morgana getting into some strange halloween candy that's sure to give her quite a surprise~

Morgana is my character, but the icon art was made by my friend DashRaptor over on FA. Here is the original, Please go see it, and give my friend some much needed love.", "writing": "Morgana gave a soft sigh, wondering how she could have ever been talked into this. She stood in the corner of the living room at a house having a costumed Halloween party of the oddest kind. Her 8-month belly kicked softly, visible to anyone looking at her since her \"costume\" was a witch's costume for 8-year-olds, which was modified so she could pull it over her head, and it barely went past her breasts. She had on a matching set of black shorts to remain decent, and her belly was painted like a black cat's head with shining eyes. Her costume being too small wasn't just her either: Every fur that was at this party was wearing a childish costume much too small for them, only barely decent.\n\nA muscular lion man came out, wearing what looked to be a green hat and simple green tunic for a Robin Hood costume that just barely fit over his chest, and began chatting up the party like a well trained hype man. Morgana rolled her eyes and tuned him out as he talked about these guys going trick or treating or something. At this point, this party had been a bust for her, and she was just about ready to leave, since there was no punch, barely any food, and everyone here was more excited to go trick or treating, despite all of them being too old for it! She turned for the door before a small ding sounded out.\n\nHer ear perked up as a snow leopard woman wearing small fairy wings with a glittering blue vest over her bust walked out with a candy basket. Morgana's eyes glittered a bit as she spied that it was full of a hand-wrapped homemade candy of some kind, with the lion man looking so excited as he began passing out these candies to everyone. Morgana got one herself and marveled at it. It looked like a pacifier of some kind, with the nipple of it being a dark but translucent red, like a lollipop, with a carefully crafted mouth guard piece made out of hardened marshmallow, complete with a little pumpkin candy basket decoration at the end. It was well made, that was for sure.\n\nThe lion man's next words caught her attention. \"Alright everyone, suck down the lollipops a little, and then head out. By the time it's gone, chomp the marshmallow, and then the trick or treating begins!\"\n\nMorgana sighed aloud, wondering what the Hell these guys were on as he told everyone to go ahead and get outside and ready. Morgana smiled as she waddled her way to the door first and slipped out as he finished his big pep talk. \"Finally... now I can go home and get some real food... stupid lousy party...\" She waddled off the porch, and began to waddle her way down the sidewalk for the several-block walk back to her place. Her belly growled a little as she held up the carefully wrapped candy. \"... Well, don't want this to go to waste.\"\n\nShe tugged the little ribbon off the clear wrapper, unfurling the dark red nipple first, and popped it into her mouth, pulling the rest of the wrapper off as she gave it a deep suck. She let out a little surprised \"Mmm\" of delight as the flavor of the hard red lollipop spread across her tongue, a delightful cherry flavor she just loved. \"... Not bad,\" she muttered out around the pacifier, then returned to sucking. The candy's design kept her hands free as she absentmindedly rubbed at her belly and closed her eyes, continuing her waddle back towards the mansion.\n\nOf course, what she didn't know was that she had been invited to a party to test out something more than just candy. She suckled on that lollipop, waddling her way down with her eyes closed as her mind wandered and played some happy walking music for her trek. She never even noticed that as she walked and sucked, her waddle was getting more and more pronounced, and not because her belly was getting bigger; sort of the opposite, actually. If anyone was outside, they would notice a pantheress waddling her way down the street, slowly but surely losing a little of her height, a little of her width, and overall those signs of her age she wore so openly. The pantheress kept on waddling to an invisible beat, suckling so happily as that dress slipped down more and more over her body, actually beginning to fit onto her body more and more. Well, in a way.\n\nShe made a right turn, waddling across the street with a little bit of a huff before stepping up her steps, a little slower than usual and with loud huffing, that nipple almost gone now. With the pacifier almost falling out, she pushed her tongue out under the marshmallow guard, and scooped the marshmallow into her mouth, chomping it down with a hearty sigh as the mellow marshmallow was just the right cleanser for that cherry ride she took. Eyes finally open, she had her keys out and her arm extended. She stopped mid extension as she noticed that she was in front of her door, which was now larger than she left it.\n\n\"Huh...?\" She blinked, but disregarded it as she reached up and carefully inserted the key into the door and turned it. She gasped aloud, as she saw her hands were now much smaller gripping the key. She seemed a little stunned, and quickly made her way inside to check.\n\nShe quickly moved her way to the mirror set up near the front door, and let out an even more startled gasp, noticing her voice's higher pitch. Everything wasn't taller, she just got shorter! MUCH shorter! She looked at the mirror, blushing heavily as she moved left and right, looking herself over. Her costume, a witch's costume made for chubby kids that barely got over her belly, now covered it fully in cloth, hiding the belly paint she had on. Her breasts were also almost non-existent, except for a little bit of milk that she could feel was pushing them out. Her belly was still an impressive size, 8 months heavily pregnant... in fact, it hadn't changed in size at all, but it looked almost comical on her much smaller frame and undeveloped frame.\n\nShe panted, and looked, and couldn't believe her eyes. Belly aside, she knew who she was looking at. Since leaving that party, Morgana turned into a heavily pregnant 8-year-old version of herself!\n\nShe huffed as she rubbed at the sides of her belly, feeling so much heavier, panting a little bit as she looked back at herself in the mirror. She cooed a bit more as the baby kicked just right... well, going back to her prepubescent self had done nothing to the baby, she could sure feel that... and then she recalled that she had called over a very knotty friend of hers before she went to the party, and told him to come over for a little Halloween fun once he was done trick or treating with his daughter. She bit her lip, wondering if she should call it off... but then she oofed as her belly kicked, and she felt a flare up in her nethers. No. She called for a good reason... a devious smile spread across her lips.\n\nCome to think of it, she was about 8 when she first learned that there was a lot more to pregnancy than just \"it's where babies come from\" thanks to a book on anatomy her teacher accidentally left on the shelf, and it sure snowballed from there.\n\n\"Well... I don't know about trick or treating like this... but I know of a good trick, and a good treat, that'll happen before this night is done.\" She giggled aloud, waddling into the closet nearby to make a few changes to her outfit.\n\nAnother hour passed, and her house was all quiet, save for a fog machine rattling a little on the front porch. She wasn't going to get trick or treaters when her neighbors gave out full-sized candy bars and she had a reputation for not being home for Halloween (that, or she was shooting a Halloween-themed video), so the fog was just for her guest.\n\nFinally, a figure walked up the stairs. He had silver fur and a set of dark dragon wings on his wolf back, being a highlight on his lean body. His matching silver hair glimmered a bit more than his fur did, and glimmered even more through his costume. Under his leather jacket and jeans, several bright red and orange veins snaked up his midsection, snaking through his hands and neck, leading to dark black eyes with sinister red irises and matching red horns. His \"demonic possession\" costume went well tonight while out with his daughter, but he didn't have time to get out of it: Once his friend had arrived to keep an eye on his daughter, he was out the door to answer Morgana's booty call.\n\nThat was where Jagoth found himself now, having been over enough times that he already had a key to open the front door and step right inside.\n\nSome of the fog rolled in behind him as he observed a dark and empty house. He saw a few green lights in the kitchen area, but everything else was turned off. He looked around with a tentative call of \"Hello?\" as he looked for any sign of Morgana, but she didn't answer back. He shut the door behind him and carefully stepped out of his shoes and into the house proper. He walked through the open doorway leading into the dining room and noticed it was all the same, except only one chair was at the table.\n\n\"Hello!?\" he called out again, to no answer still, but he could hear a bubbling sound coming from the kitchen. He stepped around the table and through the second open doorway into the kitchen, and gasped. Sitting right in the middle of the kitchen was a cauldron, bubbling with a small fire lit under it like a real witch's brew, and a tall black cloak over it, stirring the mixture. It fit Morgana's profile, but she didn't react to him coming in.\n\nSo, she was feeling playful. Jag gave a smile as he saw the figure working at the pot. He walked over to her quickly and put an arm around her. \"Hey, Morgana. Nice setup! Looks like a real witch's hut!\" he chuckled as he gave her a squeeze. The figure let out a creepy tin laugh of a sort, like a stereotypical witch would give out, and her face under the hood was lit up from built-in lights, showing a horrible hag's face. He meeped aloud and quickly backed off as the simple animatronic went back to its work of stirring the pot, now noticing the mechanical whirring coming from the decoration.\n\n\"M-Morgana!? Where are you?\" He looked around again, and felt a pull towards one of the kitchen chairs.\n\nHe turned to see a figure behind the chair, motioning him to sit down in it. It looked small, but with a round middle; even in the dim light, that midsection stood out. He shrugged, and decided to go along with it. Maybe one of Morgana's daughters was visiting and playing pranks on him or something. He sat into the simple wooden chair and looked back as he heard a purr from the figure behind him.\n\n\"Oh, I'm here, sweetie.\" Jag was a bit taken aback from hearing a very high pitched and sweet sounding voice from under that hood, but it sounded recognizable. The figure then moved around the chair, and placed that firm large middle right into his lap, the cloth sliding up a little as the hood pulled back, revealing Morgana's face, just much younger with that same short hair. \"And I need your help tonight.\"\n\nJag gasped loudly, about to ask what was going on, but she placed a finger to his lip. \"Up up,\" she gently shushed him, her small tail swishing as she pointed to her cauldron. \"I was just doing my usual thing on Halloween: Making up a witch's brew from my granny's book. She had a nice recipe in there for restoring one's youth.\" She purred and then slowly let the cloak up, revealing her round belly, which had the paint washed off of it now. \"Mmmm... but you see... it turns out I didn't have all of the ingredients I needed.\" She let out an \"mmmph\" as her belly visibly moved. \"See... I missed a key ingredient, and without it, I can't go back to being my old self!\" She leaned forward to let her belly down on his lap a bit more and licked her lips. \"Mmmm... I need you tonight... because it's a very rare and very specific ingredient I need. I'm missing dragwolf spunk for the recipe.\" She licked her lips, making her intentions obvious as she felt his tent rising.\n\nHer lover had his mouth open a little, stunned from the sight of Morgana looking so young in front of him. He could tell even in dim light that that was her... not to mention, how many heavily pregnant kids this age could there be, and if there was one person he knew who could pull it off somehow, it was her... but her being a child was certainly a trip. What the Hell: If this really was her, he didn't really have any reason to doubt her story at all at this point. Finally getting his thoughts together, he smiled as he reached down and unzipped his pants for her, with her unbuttoning them too as his undies bounced up. \"W-well... how can I say no to that?\" He smiled to her a little as she cooed, bringing his undies down and releasing his red rocket.\n\n\"Thank you sooooo much.\"\n\nWith her witch costume back down and covering her belly, she eased herself down to her knees, eyes level with his thick shaft, and then quickly took the tip of it in her mouth. Jag groaned as she moved down quickly, sucking his shaft down like that pacifier candy before. Jag let out a low growl as she took his shaft deep into her mouth and throat, surprising herself that she wasn't choking on it. She might have been changed back to how she was long before she ever had sex, but she sure hadn't lost experience. She purred a little as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, the vibrations in her throat making him growl louder, taking it to the base and suckling it down. She worshiped his cock as her belly kicked, desiring that spunk deep in her, and that purr got even louder as her lips kissed upon his growing knot.\n\nShe giggled as she slowed down, sucking on his shaft lovingly as she took it deep, always making sure to kiss on that lovely knot each time. He groaned and let his head move back as she continued to work her magic on his shaft. She bobbed up and down just enough to entice him a bit more as she looked up at him with those innocent-looking eyes of hers. She sucked for his seed and purred as her hand danced up his hip, carefully moving up to where she was sucking his shaft, and then moved her head down hard, her lips fitting some of his knot in her mouth, but she couldn't get it all in. She then squeezed on his knot with that free hand to make up for her inability to take him all at once, and was rewarded with a howl from him and that knot swelling up a bit more as he unleashed load after load of spunk down her throat, and she swallowed it all down happily. She pulled up after a bit more swallowing, and \"eep\"ed as one last spurt squirted her right in the face.\n\nMorgana cooed sweetly, licking a little bit and wiping off the rest from her face, and bit her lip as her belly began to heat up and kick. She huffed at the sudden heat, unaware that the candy still in her belly was reacting to his hot and heavy cum, making her feel hotter. \"Ooooooooh t-thank you, Jag... but this isn't enough.\" Jag panted as his swollen knot deflated a bit more, but her hand stroked his shaft, keeping it out and erect. \"N-n-need more dragwolf spunk... f-f-for me to go back to normal, Jag.\" She licked her lips as she turned around and grasped the side of the heavy iron cauldron, which was cool to the touch. She spread her legs and raised her witch's cloak again, revealing jet black lingerie, which was damp and needy. \"N-n-need you to come over here... and give me a nice big dose... D-Daddy,\" she pleaded with a wink.\n\nJag instantly felt a little hotter under the collar. His shaft throbbed a bit more, especially at that last little word she mentioned. \"Don't worry, Morgana. I'll give you as much as you need. For Daddy's little girl.\" He got up and walked over to Morgana's small (in height anyway) bent-over body, and carefully hooked down her panties, letting them fall down to the ground. He let out a small murr, seeing her tight tunnel so dripping wet for him; it was running down her legs now. Getting to his knees behind the girl, he placed his shaft right at her entrance, one hand guiding it as the other held onto her round middle that was just barely off the ground. He grunted and huffed as he pushed against her super tight entrance, herself huffing and panting back from just how tight her younger body was. He groaned, working the tip in carefully, then pushed in!\n\nShe shrieked as his thrust pierced her hymen, something she certainly never expected to feel again! She breathed heavily and huffed as Jag was murring at her vice-like tightness. He murred as he waited, then pushed in, slowly. She oofed as he had bottomed out at just two-thirds of his big shaft in her, pressing against her cervix.\n\nShe bit her lip, and then moaned out, \"Yeeeeees... please, Daddy... more... mooore...\"\n\nHe growled at the encouragement she gave, and nodded, holding one hand to her belly as he began to thrust into her. Slowly but surely. She panted and huffed, feeling so full!\n\nShe began to mewl loudly to him, tail swishing as she felt so tight! This feeling was heavenly as he continued to plow right into her. She mewled as her grip on the cauldron was weakening, but she kept throwing out the occasional \"Oh, Daddy,\" to rile him up. And he took it each and every time, replying with \"Oh baby, oh baby,\" as his thrusts got stronger, pounding at her cervix harder and harder. He groaned, and then howled a second time as his knot swelled up outside of her hole, and he coated her tunnel in spunk, enough for it to start dripping out of her. He pulled out of her tunnel, still spurting as she panted, feeling a little woozy, but still so hot.\n\nThat's when she gasped as she felt him poking around her rump. She knew he wasn't lacking for stamina, but she didn't know he wanted it THIS bad!\n\nHe pressed the tip of his shaft up against her rear and growled, \"You need more, sweetie? I got more!\"\n\nMorgana was about to say something, and that got stifled with loud howls as he quickly pushed right into her rear, all the way to the base! He pounded fervently at her backdoor, making her groan and yowl out loudly as her belly jostled around and kicked wildly from his loving. She groaned and moaned as he took her so hard, her body rocking and picking up off the floor from the force as she finally screamed, \"K-K-KNOT ME, DADDY!\"\n\nAnd he howled, slamming in hard as his knot managed to fit in there, and swelled out, as he began flooding her insides full of his spunk.\n\nMorgana howled back as she orgasmed, squirting juice on the floor with his own cum, their shared love juices mixing as she stayed there, held by his strong arms and giant knot. She licked her lips a bit more, unaware of the fact that her fun having was a treat, but also a trick.\n\nThat experimental candy she took bound to her stomach, and all that dragwolf spunk reacted with the release chemical the candy was supposed to give out. She wasn't going to go back to her age, not with all that seed in her. Blissfully ignorant, she panted and looked up, mewling weakly up to him as her body shivered.\n\n\"T-t-thank you, Daddy... t-trick... and treat.\" Her tongue lolled out lazily as she panted. Jag grasped her hips and brought her back to the chair, sitting her in his lap and still firmly knotted to him as they cuddled.\n\nAnd so she sat there, panting happily and unaware of her new fate as she kissed his cheek, the two of them riding out the waves of orgasm alone in the house. Meanwhile, the neighborhood had a huge influx of trick or treaters all around, some naughty, and some nice. The city seemed thankful for having so many kids around. And unknown to anyone, a few of them were here to stay.\n\nA month later, on Thanksgiving of all days, Morgana purred as she set up a camera in her bedroom, like usual. She was just about at her due date, and stroked her belly. Whatever the candy had done to her, her baby was surprisingly happy with its even more cramped conditions, and with her slightly bigger size, its development hadn't frozen either. However, she was still short, and looked 8 still, just profoundly rounder in the gut. She sighed tiredly as she stroked her belly, looking a bit tired from hefting it all around.\n\nThen, a familiar wolf snout kissed on her belly softly. \"Sweetie, I'm glad to help you with the kids you know.\"\n\nMorgana giggled. \"Oh, Daddy, you're about to... so, shush.\" She winked flirtatiously as she sat on the bed and he turned the camera on.\n\nShe smiled widely as the camera got a full view of her 8-year-old preggy body from the front, her only clothes being a brown sling thong with small feathers on it covering her nethers, a fake beak and a little headdress of feathers. She stroked her belly a bit, and groaned. \"Ooooooooh... oh, Daddy... it's Thanksgiving... but this turkey is still so big... s-s-still needs stuffing!\" She accented it like a bratty child.\n\nThen Jag walked in from the side, only his nude bottom half appearing. \"Don't worry, sweetie... Daddy is gonna make sure this turkey is nice and stuffed.\"\n\nThe video cut forward, to Morgana howling out loudly, that thong off to the side now as Jag had both hands on her belly, using that taut large orb as leverage to bounce his \"daughter\" on his imposing shaft. She kept howling as the extra weight in the bounce had his whole shaft poking into her tunnel, making her squeal from her cervix getting a good battering. She braced against him, and then let out a squeal as her legs flailed out, her pussy squirting a bit onto the floor as she orgasmed before him. Her tongue lolled out of that fake beak happily as he kept at it.\n\nIt then cut forward again to her howling even louder and on all fours on the bed as Jag continued to pound her from a stand now. The camera got an amazing side view of her swaying belly and tiny breasts squirting out some milk now and again as she was constantly howling out about loving her daddy. Jag groaned as he held onto her belly still, and then pulled her in. She was about to howl, but her voice was taken as he finally managed to do the one thing he hadn't done in the past month: He knotted her vaginally, and as it swelled out, his shaft pushed past her cervix and blew his load deep into her womb. She about collapsed onto the bed as both of them orgasmed in bliss, her near passing out.\n\nHe leaned forward and kissed her head, still managing to keep most of his face off-camera as he murred tiredly. \"T-t-there... t-turkey is all stuffed, sweetie... dinner is almost ready...\" She huffed and panted, before groaning, as Jag smiled. \"... Is there anything I'm forgetting?\"\n\nMorgana panted aloud, and then moaned long and hard, as a clear liquid poured out around his knot. \"... M-m-m-make room... f-f-for one moooooooooooooore...\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Morgana gave a soft sigh, wondering how she could have ever been talked into this. She stood in the corner of the living room at a house having a costumed Halloween party of the oddest kind. Her 8-month belly kicked softly, visible to anyone looking at her since her "costume" was a witch's costume for 8-year-olds, which was modified so she could pull it over her head, and it barely went past her breasts. She had on a matching set of black shorts to remain decent, and her belly was painted like a black cat's head with shining eyes. Her costume being too small wasn't just her either: Every fur that was at this party was wearing a childish costume much too small for them, only barely decent.

A muscular lion man came out, wearing what looked to be a green hat and simple green tunic for a Robin Hood costume that just barely fit over his chest, and began chatting up the party like a well trained hype man. Morgana rolled her eyes and tuned him out as he talked about these guys going trick or treating or something. At this point, this party had been a bust for her, and she was just about ready to leave, since there was no punch, barely any food, and everyone here was more excited to go trick or treating, despite all of them being too old for it! She turned for the door before a small ding sounded out.

Her ear perked up as a snow leopard woman wearing small fairy wings with a glittering blue vest over her bust walked out with a candy basket. Morgana's eyes glittered a bit as she spied that it was full of a hand-wrapped homemade candy of some kind, with the lion man looking so excited as he began passing out these candies to everyone. Morgana got one herself and marveled at it. It looked like a pacifier of some kind, with the nipple of it being a dark but translucent red, like a lollipop, with a carefully crafted mouth guard piece made out of hardened marshmallow, complete with a little pumpkin candy basket decoration at the end. It was well made, that was for sure.

The lion man's next words caught her attention. "Alright everyone, suck down the lollipops a little, and then head out. By the time it's gone, chomp the marshmallow, and then the trick or treating begins!"

Morgana sighed aloud, wondering what the Hell these guys were on as he told everyone to go ahead and get outside and ready. Morgana smiled as she waddled her way to the door first and slipped out as he finished his big pep talk. "Finally... now I can go home and get some real food... stupid lousy party..." She waddled off the porch, and began to waddle her way down the sidewalk for the several-block walk back to her place. Her belly growled a little as she held up the carefully wrapped candy. "... Well, don't want this to go to waste."

She tugged the little ribbon off the clear wrapper, unfurling the dark red nipple first, and popped it into her mouth, pulling the rest of the wrapper off as she gave it a deep suck. She let out a little surprised "Mmm" of delight as the flavor of the hard red lollipop spread across her tongue, a delightful cherry flavor she just loved. "... Not bad," she muttered out around the pacifier, then returned to sucking. The candy's design kept her hands free as she absentmindedly rubbed at her belly and closed her eyes, continuing her waddle back towards the mansion.

Of course, what she didn't know was that she had been invited to a party to test out something more than just candy. She suckled on that lollipop, waddling her way down with her eyes closed as her mind wandered and played some happy walking music for her trek. She never even noticed that as she walked and sucked, her waddle was getting more and more pronounced, and not because her belly was getting bigger; sort of the opposite, actually. If anyone was outside, they would notice a pantheress waddling her way down the street, slowly but surely losing a little of her height, a little of her width, and overall those signs of her age she wore so openly. The pantheress kept on waddling to an invisible beat, suckling so happily as that dress slipped down more and more over her body, actually beginning to fit onto her body more and more. Well, in a way.

She made a right turn, waddling across the street with a little bit of a huff before stepping up her steps, a little slower than usual and with loud huffing, that nipple almost gone now. With the pacifier almost falling out, she pushed her tongue out under the marshmallow guard, and scooped the marshmallow into her mouth, chomping it down with a hearty sigh as the mellow marshmallow was just the right cleanser for that cherry ride she took. Eyes finally open, she had her keys out and her arm extended. She stopped mid extension as she noticed that she was in front of her door, which was now larger than she left it.

"Huh...?" She blinked, but disregarded it as she reached up and carefully inserted the key into the door and turned it. She gasped aloud, as she saw her hands were now much smaller gripping the key. She seemed a little stunned, and quickly made her way inside to check.

She quickly moved her way to the mirror set up near the front door, and let out an even more startled gasp, noticing her voice's higher pitch. Everything wasn't taller, she just got shorter! MUCH shorter! She looked at the mirror, blushing heavily as she moved left and right, looking herself over. Her costume, a witch's costume made for chubby kids that barely got over her belly, now covered it fully in cloth, hiding the belly paint she had on. Her breasts were also almost non-existent, except for a little bit of milk that she could feel was pushing them out. Her belly was still an impressive size, 8 months heavily pregnant... in fact, it hadn't changed in size at all, but it looked almost comical on her much smaller frame and undeveloped frame.

She panted, and looked, and couldn't believe her eyes. Belly aside, she knew who she was looking at. Since leaving that party, Morgana turned into a heavily pregnant 8-year-old version of herself!

She huffed as she rubbed at the sides of her belly, feeling so much heavier, panting a little bit as she looked back at herself in the mirror. She cooed a bit more as the baby kicked just right... well, going back to her prepubescent self had done nothing to the baby, she could sure feel that... and then she recalled that she had called over a very knotty friend of hers before she went to the party, and told him to come over for a little Halloween fun once he was done trick or treating with his daughter. She bit her lip, wondering if she should call it off... but then she oofed as her belly kicked, and she felt a flare up in her nethers. No. She called for a good reason... a devious smile spread across her lips.

Come to think of it, she was about 8 when she first learned that there was a lot more to pregnancy than just "it's where babies come from" thanks to a book on anatomy her teacher accidentally left on the shelf, and it sure snowballed from there.

"Well... I don't know about trick or treating like this... but I know of a good trick, and a good treat, that'll happen before this night is done." She giggled aloud, waddling into the closet nearby to make a few changes to her outfit.

Another hour passed, and her house was all quiet, save for a fog machine rattling a little on the front porch. She wasn't going to get trick or treaters when her neighbors gave out full-sized candy bars and she had a reputation for not being home for Halloween (that, or she was shooting a Halloween-themed video), so the fog was just for her guest.

Finally, a figure walked up the stairs. He had silver fur and a set of dark dragon wings on his wolf back, being a highlight on his lean body. His matching silver hair glimmered a bit more than his fur did, and glimmered even more through his costume. Under his leather jacket and jeans, several bright red and orange veins snaked up his midsection, snaking through his hands and neck, leading to dark black eyes with sinister red irises and matching red horns. His "demonic possession" costume went well tonight while out with his daughter, but he didn't have time to get out of it: Once his friend had arrived to keep an eye on his daughter, he was out the door to answer Morgana's booty call.

That was where Jagoth found himself now, having been over enough times that he already had a key to open the front door and step right inside.

Some of the fog rolled in behind him as he observed a dark and empty house. He saw a few green lights in the kitchen area, but everything else was turned off. He looked around with a tentative call of "Hello?" as he looked for any sign of Morgana, but she didn't answer back. He shut the door behind him and carefully stepped out of his shoes and into the house proper. He walked through the open doorway leading into the dining room and noticed it was all the same, except only one chair was at the table.

"Hello!?" he called out again, to no answer still, but he could hear a bubbling sound coming from the kitchen. He stepped around the table and through the second open doorway into the kitchen, and gasped. Sitting right in the middle of the kitchen was a cauldron, bubbling with a small fire lit under it like a real witch's brew, and a tall black cloak over it, stirring the mixture. It fit Morgana's profile, but she didn't react to him coming in.

So, she was feeling playful. Jag gave a smile as he saw the figure working at the pot. He walked over to her quickly and put an arm around her. "Hey, Morgana. Nice setup! Looks like a real witch's hut!" he chuckled as he gave her a squeeze. The figure let out a creepy tin laugh of a sort, like a stereotypical witch would give out, and her face under the hood was lit up from built-in lights, showing a horrible hag's face. He meeped aloud and quickly backed off as the simple animatronic went back to its work of stirring the pot, now noticing the mechanical whirring coming from the decoration.

"M-Morgana!? Where are you?" He looked around again, and felt a pull towards one of the kitchen chairs.

He turned to see a figure behind the chair, motioning him to sit down in it. It looked small, but with a round middle; even in the dim light, that midsection stood out. He shrugged, and decided to go along with it. Maybe one of Morgana's daughters was visiting and playing pranks on him or something. He sat into the simple wooden chair and looked back as he heard a purr from the figure behind him.

"Oh, I'm here, sweetie." Jag was a bit taken aback from hearing a very high pitched and sweet sounding voice from under that hood, but it sounded recognizable. The figure then moved around the chair, and placed that firm large middle right into his lap, the cloth sliding up a little as the hood pulled back, revealing Morgana's face, just much younger with that same short hair. "And I need your help tonight."

Jag gasped loudly, about to ask what was going on, but she placed a finger to his lip. "Up up," she gently shushed him, her small tail swishing as she pointed to her cauldron. "I was just doing my usual thing on Halloween: Making up a witch's brew from my granny's book. She had a nice recipe in there for restoring one's youth." She purred and then slowly let the cloak up, revealing her round belly, which had the paint washed off of it now. "Mmmm... but you see... it turns out I didn't have all of the ingredients I needed." She let out an "mmmph" as her belly visibly moved. "See... I missed a key ingredient, and without it, I can't go back to being my old self!" She leaned forward to let her belly down on his lap a bit more and licked her lips. "Mmmm... I need you tonight... because it's a very rare and very specific ingredient I need. I'm missing dragwolf spunk for the recipe." She licked her lips, making her intentions obvious as she felt his tent rising.

Her lover had his mouth open a little, stunned from the sight of Morgana looking so young in front of him. He could tell even in dim light that that was her... not to mention, how many heavily pregnant kids this age could there be, and if there was one person he knew who could pull it off somehow, it was her... but her being a child was certainly a trip. What the Hell: If this really was her, he didn't really have any reason to doubt her story at all at this point. Finally getting his thoughts together, he smiled as he reached down and unzipped his pants for her, with her unbuttoning them too as his undies bounced up. "W-well... how can I say no to that?" He smiled to her a little as she cooed, bringing his undies down and releasing his red rocket.

"Thank you sooooo much."

With her witch costume back down and covering her belly, she eased herself down to her knees, eyes level with his thick shaft, and then quickly took the tip of it in her mouth. Jag groaned as she moved down quickly, sucking his shaft down like that pacifier candy before. Jag let out a low growl as she took his shaft deep into her mouth and throat, surprising herself that she wasn't choking on it. She might have been changed back to how she was long before she ever had sex, but she sure hadn't lost experience. She purred a little as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, the vibrations in her throat making him growl louder, taking it to the base and suckling it down. She worshiped his cock as her belly kicked, desiring that spunk deep in her, and that purr got even louder as her lips kissed upon his growing knot.

She giggled as she slowed down, sucking on his shaft lovingly as she took it deep, always making sure to kiss on that lovely knot each time. He groaned and let his head move back as she continued to work her magic on his shaft. She bobbed up and down just enough to entice him a bit more as she looked up at him with those innocent-looking eyes of hers. She sucked for his seed and purred as her hand danced up his hip, carefully moving up to where she was sucking his shaft, and then moved her head down hard, her lips fitting some of his knot in her mouth, but she couldn't get it all in. She then squeezed on his knot with that free hand to make up for her inability to take him all at once, and was rewarded with a howl from him and that knot swelling up a bit more as he unleashed load after load of spunk down her throat, and she swallowed it all down happily.  She pulled up after a bit more swallowing, and "eep"ed as one last spurt squirted her right in the face.

Morgana cooed sweetly, licking a little bit and wiping off the rest from her face, and bit her lip as her belly began to heat up and kick. She huffed at the sudden heat, unaware that the candy still in her belly was reacting to his hot and heavy cum, making her feel hotter. "Ooooooooh t-thank you, Jag... but this isn't enough." Jag panted as his swollen knot deflated a bit more, but her hand stroked his shaft, keeping it out and erect. "N-n-need more dragwolf spunk... f-f-for me to go back to normal, Jag." She licked her lips as she turned around and grasped the side of the heavy iron cauldron, which was cool to the touch. She spread her legs and raised her witch's cloak again, revealing jet black lingerie, which was damp and needy. "N-n-need you to come over here... and give me a nice big dose... D-Daddy," she pleaded with a wink.

Jag instantly felt a little hotter under the collar. His shaft throbbed a bit more, especially at that last little word she mentioned. "Don't worry, Morgana. I'll give you as much as you need. For Daddy's little girl." He got up and walked over to Morgana's small (in height anyway) bent-over body, and carefully hooked down her panties, letting them fall down to the ground. He let out a small murr, seeing her tight tunnel so dripping wet for him; it was running down her legs now. Getting to his knees behind the girl, he placed his shaft right at her entrance, one hand guiding it as the other held onto her round middle that was just barely off the ground. He grunted and huffed as he pushed against her super tight entrance, herself huffing and panting back from just how tight her younger body was. He groaned, working the tip in carefully, then pushed in!

She shrieked as his thrust pierced her hymen, something she certainly never expected to feel again! She breathed heavily and huffed as Jag was murring at her vice-like tightness. He murred as he waited, then pushed in, slowly. She oofed as he had bottomed out at just two-thirds of his big shaft in her, pressing against her cervix.

She bit her lip, and then moaned out, "Yeeeeees... please, Daddy... more... mooore..."

He growled at the encouragement she gave, and nodded, holding one hand to her belly as he began to thrust into her. Slowly but surely. She panted and huffed, feeling so full!

She began to mewl loudly to him, tail swishing as she felt so tight! This feeling was heavenly as he continued to plow right into her. She mewled as her grip on the cauldron was weakening, but she kept throwing out the occasional "Oh, Daddy," to rile him up. And he took it each and every time, replying with "Oh baby, oh baby," as his thrusts got stronger, pounding at her cervix harder and harder. He groaned, and then howled a second time as his knot swelled up outside of her hole, and he coated her tunnel in spunk, enough for it to start dripping out of her. He pulled out of her tunnel, still spurting as she panted, feeling a little woozy, but still so hot.

That's when she gasped as she felt him poking around her rump. She knew he wasn't lacking for stamina, but she didn't know he wanted it THIS bad!

He pressed the tip of his shaft up against her rear and growled, "You need more, sweetie? I got more!"

Morgana was about to say something, and that got stifled with loud howls as he quickly pushed right into her rear, all the way to the base! He pounded fervently at her backdoor, making her groan and yowl out loudly as her belly jostled around and kicked wildly from his loving. She groaned and moaned as he took her so hard, her body rocking and picking up off the floor from the force as she finally screamed, "K-K-KNOT ME, DADDY!"

And he howled, slamming in hard as his knot managed to fit in there, and swelled out, as he began flooding her insides full of his spunk.

Morgana howled back as she orgasmed, squirting juice on the floor with his own cum, their shared love juices mixing as she stayed there, held by his strong arms and giant knot. She licked her lips a bit more, unaware of the fact that her fun having was a treat, but also a trick.

That experimental candy she took bound to her stomach, and all that dragwolf spunk reacted with the release chemical the candy was supposed to give out. She wasn't going to go back to her age, not with all that seed in her. Blissfully ignorant, she panted and looked up, mewling weakly up to him as her body shivered.

"T-t-thank you, Daddy... t-trick... and treat." Her tongue lolled out lazily as she panted. Jag grasped her hips and brought her back to the chair, sitting her in his lap and still firmly knotted to him as they cuddled.

And so she sat there, panting happily and unaware of her new fate as she kissed his cheek, the two of them riding out the waves of orgasm alone in the house. Meanwhile, the neighborhood had a huge influx of trick or treaters all around, some naughty, and some nice. The city seemed thankful for having so many kids around. And unknown to anyone, a few of them were here to stay.

A month later, on Thanksgiving of all days, Morgana purred as she set up a camera in her bedroom, like usual. She was just about at her due date, and stroked her belly. Whatever the candy had done to her, her baby was surprisingly happy with its even more cramped conditions, and with her slightly bigger size, its development hadn't frozen either. However, she was still short, and looked 8 still, just profoundly rounder in the gut. She sighed tiredly as she stroked her belly, looking a bit tired from hefting it all around.

Then, a familiar wolf snout kissed on her belly softly. "Sweetie, I'm glad to help you with the kids you know."

Morgana giggled. "Oh, Daddy, you're about to... so, shush." She winked flirtatiously as she sat on the bed and he turned the camera on.

She smiled widely as the camera got a full view of her 8-year-old preggy body from the front, her only clothes being a brown sling thong with small feathers on it covering her nethers, a fake beak and a little headdress of feathers. She stroked her belly a bit, and groaned. "Ooooooooh... oh, Daddy... it's Thanksgiving... but this turkey is still so big... s-s-still needs stuffing!" She accented it like a bratty child.

Then Jag walked in from the side, only his nude bottom half appearing. "Don't worry, sweetie... Daddy is gonna make sure this turkey is nice and stuffed."

The video cut forward, to Morgana howling out loudly, that thong off to the side now as Jag had both hands on her belly, using that taut large orb as leverage to bounce his "daughter" on his imposing shaft. She kept howling as the extra weight in the bounce had his whole shaft poking into her tunnel, making her squeal from her cervix getting a good battering. She braced against him, and then let out a squeal as her legs flailed out, her pussy squirting a bit onto the floor as she orgasmed before him. Her tongue lolled out of that fake beak happily as he kept at it.

It then cut forward again to her howling even louder and on all fours on the bed as Jag continued to pound her from a stand now. The camera got an amazing side view of her swaying belly and tiny breasts squirting out some milk now and again as she was constantly howling out about loving her daddy. Jag groaned as he held onto her belly still, and then pulled her in. She was about to howl, but her voice was taken as he finally managed to do the one thing he hadn't done in the past month: He knotted her vaginally, and as it swelled out, his shaft pushed past her cervix and blew his load deep into her womb. She about collapsed onto the bed as both of them orgasmed in bliss, her near passing out.

He leaned forward and kissed her head, still managing to keep most of his face off-camera as he murred tiredly. "T-t-there... t-turkey is all stuffed, sweetie... dinner is almost ready..." She huffed and panted, before groaning, as Jag smiled. "... Is there anything I'm forgetting?"

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