Flickering torches strove in vain to illuminate the dank walls of the ancient cavern. My hooves stepped down, my face contorting as they pressed into the muck. It had been a hard fought battle against the goblin hordes. My last potion had been used up, but bravely, I trudged onward. A hero’s work was never done, I thought to myself as I shouldered my sword. I was approaching the end of this quest. The hall of the Orc King of Death Mountain lie just beyond this tunnel. 

Striding boldly forward, my hoof sank with the dull scraping of stone. Damn! It was a trap. Summoning all of the strength in my mighty legs, I leapt forward, just dodging the poisoned tips of the arrows which came out of the walls with the faint whisper of air. Rolling to my feet, I held my sword aloft for I was immediately beset by attackers. Not the weak goblins, which I had previously conquered, but full fledged orc warriors. Their pig snouts snorted in bloodlust as they rushed me, rusty weapons raised. 

“Ha,” I cried, flexing my muscular arms. “Your feeble attacks cannot thwart a barbarian, such as myself.”

I met their charge with my own. A gruesome skull-crusher split right one down the middle. I quickly followed with a spinning strike, cleaving one and wounding another. One of the orcs managed a blow, but I turned, allowing the blade to skip off my armor and deflect the attack. I was unbeatable. But, suddenly something hot burned at my shoulder. I cried out and ripped my iron pauldron from my body and heaved it across the chamber. Green ooze bubbled on the metal, quickly reducing the thick armor to goop. 

“Slimes,” I hissed. 

From the cracks in the damp stone, green fluid bubbled and flowed like blood from an open wound. The creatures reminded me of gelatin molds. Bobbing and squishing, they sloughed towards me. I was outnumbered. Still battling the orcs, I now had to contend with these wretched blobs. My sword cut down another of the porcine beasts, only for me to be left open to a sneak attack by a leaping slime. The jiggling green blob splattered on my back, eating away at my armor. I reeled and swatted furiously at the grotesque creature. The slime dropped and skittered away, leaving my brown, rippling abs exposed. Another slime attacked, but I managed to destroy it with another spinning strike. Sweat was beading up on my brow; my sword arm felt heavy. A slime crawled in and took one of my shin guards. Strange, the beasts seemed only interested in devouring my armor.

Delivering a kick to the solar plexus of the last orc, I rushed from the chamber. Bashing through a set of bronze doors, I stood in a massive room filled with gold and gems. The horde of the Orc King. The beast sat upon a throne of gold, an ancient crown resting on his warty brow.

Thrusting my sword at the fiend, I boldly declared, “Your time has come, Orc King. Your tyranny is at an end.”

The giant blob of fat and muscle chuckled from his throne. “What a cute little warrior you are. I can’t wait to add you to my harem.”

My ears drooped. He wanted to do what to me? The Orc King stood and clasped a great tree trunk of a club in his right fist. Spikes of iron poked out from all directions and I was certain the red stains were not from rust. I steeled myself for the battle. My sword raised, I rushed for the bloated monster. I had prepared to bring down another skull-crusher, but I suddenly paused. Why would my sword not fall? I leapt back, avoiding the Orc King’s overhead smash. I then tried for a spinning attack, but nothing happened. My heart was fluttering as I began to panic. 

The Orc King bellowed a laugh. “What’s wrong princess? Did you forget to bring mana potions?”

“M-Mana?” I cried. “But, those are just for wizard spells, right?”

I had no other option, but to use a normal sword swing. I struck for the Orc King, but my blade was turned. Without my armor, the beast scooped me up and slammed me face first on the floor. 

“I’m going to enjoy this,” the monster whispered. 

I was pinned beneath the massive beast as his enormous cock was drilled into my ass. 

“Gonna fill you up,” he roared.

I could only grit my teeth as the beast’s thick, hot semen blasted into me. My belly gurgled and swelled, my chiseled muscles replaced by taut, round flesh. My pectorals quickly became heavy and bloated with milk. Even now, a trickle of white fluid gushed painfully from my tender nipples.

“You’re a good little princess aren’t you,” the Orc King growled.

“Y-Yes, daddy,” I moaned. “I want to be your perfect princess. Please breed me.”

I slammed my fist down on the coffee table, sending dice and miniature plastic pieces flying. 

“Okay Fereya, isn’t that laying it on a bit too thick?” I cried.

Peering up from behind a sheet of cardboard with monsters and other fantasy imagery emblazoned on it, two fuschia eyes giggled. 

“Oh come on, Ammah,” Fereya laughed. “Aren’t you my perfect preggyboy princess?”

My mouth turned down in a frown. “Your princess is in another castle, troll-girl.”

My comment only egged her on. Fereya sat up, the light glinting from the gold ring in her nose. “You look so angry, I love it. I have to get a picture.” She whipped out her phone and clicked before I had a chance to move. “This will go with that picture I got of you in the morning. You know, for someone as girly as you, you sure do grow a nice bit of stubble.”

“How did you!?” I shrieked. “You can’t show that to anyone.” 

With a speed belying my heavily gravid form, I dove over the coffee table. My clawed hands struck out for Fereya’s phone, but the troll was too quick. Rolling backwards, she jumped to her feet and ran. I was in hot pursuit, my hooved feet pounding in time with her white sneakers. Fereya, despite her vile tricks, was one of my oldest friends. She would often come by after closing up the small coffee shop she owned. Tonight, we were trying out one of those tabletop RPGs that everyone was into. I had often thought of carrying them in my own store, but having never played one, I could not very well offer much advice to potential customers.

Chasing after the giggling troll, I made a swipe for a long slender tail and missed. Instead, my fat body went careening into the sofa. I hit the floor and rolled to my back, panting wildly. The little fiend in my belly decided that right then was the perfect moment to deliver the coup de grace to my kidneys. 

“Can’t run,” I gasped, my belly heaving. “Too fat.”

Fereya chuckled and flopped down beside me. “Perhaps, you should put more points into your endurance?” She lifted the bottom of my sweater. “Fortunately, I have a level three belly rub skill.”

Her fingers glided along my swollen middle and circled around my navel. If I had to say anything, it was that Fereya knew how to make me purr. Her hand slid down along my wide hip and hooked the lacy waistband of my panties.

“You know, Ammah,” she gave my underwear a sharp snap. “If you want to convince people that you are not a girl, then you probably shouldn’t wear such delicate undies.”

My ears twitched. “Well, you know, I have to wear a bra to keep these together,” I replied, grasping my breasts. “So I wanted everything to match.”

Fereya’s lips began to tremble. “Match? Are you expecting someone to see them?” She burst out in a laugh. “Oh my, Ammah. You are just too precious.” Seeing my look of dismay, she quickly added, “Now, don’t be that way. I think it’s charming.”

Her hand returned to my belly. “So Ammah, are you ever going to tell me who the father is? I’ve been dying to know.”

“It’s complicated,” I said. 

“I suppose we’ll all find out soon enough, right?” she replied. 

My tail curled. She was right, it would not be much longer. 

“Um, so,” she started to say. “If you ever plan on having another-- oh this is embarrassing. Well, could it be with me?”

My golden eyes turned up at the face of the troll. “What do you mean?”

Fereya’s face lit up with crimson. “I mean, you don’t have to carry the next one, if you don’t want to. I-I wouldn’t mind being the mom.” She lifted her black T-shirt up, exposing her tan belly. “Would you like to see my belly grow all round, like yours?” 

I felt my throat constrict as I thought of that flat, tan stomach swelling heavy and round. 

“O-Or we could be pregnant together,” she said. “Or maybe just forget the whole thing.” She gave a nervous grin. “I don’t know what I’m saying. Um, let’s get back to that game, shall we?”

Tugging me to my feet, we returned to the coffee table and began to set the pieces back up. Lowering my fat ass down, I turned my attention on the character sheet sitting below the hump of my belly. I picked the scrap of paper up and frowned. Depicted on the right side was a generic illustration of a barbarian warrior. Above the muscle-man was the name, scrawled in my own handwriting. Herkon, the level one warrior. To the left side were all the stat points I had for the character, plus his special techniques.

I poked the drawing with a claw. “There was a time when I thought I could be this,” I said. “You know, the whole action hero, muscular type.” I indicated my wobbling breasts and then my round belly. “Guess that didn’t happen.”

“Well, I for one am glad that it didn’t,” Fereya replied. She was busy behind that cardboard screen. “I happen to like you just as you are, my preggyboy princess.”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed a can of seltzer. No caffeine for this one. 

“So, getting back to this,” I said, slurping on my can. “Something about mana potions? I thought that was for wizards?”

“No, no, not just magic. That’s a noob mistake, sweetie.” Fereya chuckled and plopped the massive game handbook onto the table. “Mana points are for all special attacks. You used all of yours up in that first fight and without mana potions to restore your power, you had nothing to use on the Orc King.”

Clucking my tongue, I said, “So what about my strike? I rolled that twenty sided die and got a fourteen. That was more than the Orc King’s defense.”

“But, you neglected to roll this six sided die for initiative,” Fereya replied. “So, your attack came second. Then, there is another four sided dice roll for critical attack.”

By this time, my jaw had fallen to the floor. “You have to be joking, right?”

Fereya only giggled. “Afraid not.”

“How does anyone play this thing?” I cried, tearing at the roots of my hair. “This is nuts, seriously.”

“Oh now, don’t be like that. You did have a bit of an advantage with your armor gone. Of course, that made it easier for the Orc to make you his princess.” Fereya ducked behind the cardboard screen, but I could still see her shoulders shaking with mirth.

My golden eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute. You planned this all out, didn’t you?”

The troll’s fuschia eyes peered over the screen. “I just wanted to make you my preggyboy princess, both in the game and real life.” Seeing my ever growing scowl, Fereya rose up from the screen. “Alright, grumpy boy. Tell you what, how about I add one of my characters into the fray and show how the game is played? Sound good?”

“Fine with me,” I said. 

Fereya nodded and rifled through the stack of character sheets beside her. “Now let’s see, what to choose. I have a paladin, a cleric, maybe a monk would be fun. What do you think?”

As I sat listening to her, my eyes slowly fell out of focus. I blinked and Fereya had changed. She was still the same woman, but clad in a purple skirt. A strip of purple gauze was wrapped about her chest, while a white swamp flower nestled behind her ear. 

“Swamp witch,” I muttered.

“A what? Swamp witch? I don’t think that’s a class, but I can make something up,” Fereya said. 

“You have spirits around you,” I replied.

I gave my head a shake and looked to Fereya once more. She was back to normal, a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans with white sneakers. 

“Oh, sounds like a necromancer,” she said. “I think I have something. All right, prepare for Melibinone the Swamp Witch!”

And just like that, the game was back on. I found myself once again in the chamber of the Orc King. The bloated monster laughed as I knelt, chains about my wrists and neck. I was dressed in a thin gown of transparent red fabric. I winced as the monstrous spawn kicked inside my massively pregnant belly. The beast had done his work well. I was easily the size of octuplets. My breasts hung to the stone slab to which I was chained, heavy and sloshing with milk.

“Fereya, isn’t this a bit much?” I wailed.

“Fereya?” the Orc King bellowed. “I know not, this Fereya. You are my princess.”

“Your preggyboy princess, no doubt,” I grumbled. 

“Precisely,” the monster laughed.

Fantastic, really. As the beast continued to gloat, the doors to the chamber exploded inward in a blast of ethereal purple flame. Fere-- excuse me, Melibinone the Swamp Witch sauntered into the room, embers of magical flame dancing about her fingers.

“I have come for my treasure,” the witch cried. 

“Your treasure?” the Orc King snarled. “All that you see before you is mine, witch.”

The beast raised his club and charged, bellowing a war cry. Melibinone danced to the side and lit up the pig creature with a gout of flame. The beast squealed and swung for the witch. A glancing blow sent her stumbling, much to the pleasure of the giant orc.

“Damn, that was a bad roll,” Melibinone said. “Well, can’t win them all.”

She regained her footing and launched a new spell. A sickening miasma flooded the chamber. The Orc King paused and doubled over. Retching and coughing, he fell to the floor. I watched as the witch stopped and pulled a small vial from her belt.

“Mana potion,” she said, quaffing the elixir. “Now, to finish this.”

Raising her hands, she began a chant to chill the blood. A great, red pentagram burst from the stone. Fires rose from the unholy sigil as an enormous skeletal arm crawled from the flames. Seizing the Orc King in its bony fist, the arm retracted, dragging the creature, kicking and squealing, into the abyss.

“And that’s how it is done,” Melibinone said. “Nothing to it.”

“I’m just glad it’s done,” I said. I looked up to see the witch staring at me, her fuschia eyes ablaze. 

Back in the real world, Fereya was clambering over the coffee table. 

“It’s not done yet,” she growled. “I still have to claim my treasure.”

I pushed myself back from the coffee table as Fereya pounced. Throwing her arms around my neck, she whispered into my ear, “Where do you think you’re going? A princess owes his rescuer a reward.”

Before I could speak, her lips were pressing into my own. 

“We’re going to play a new game,” she said. “And we only need one die.”

Scooping up a twenty sided die, she tossed it onto the table. “ A sixteen. Your turn.”

“An eight,” I replied, watching the tumbling hunk of plastic hit the tabletop.

“I guess I win this one,” Fereya said. 

Her nimble hands slipped under my sweater and yanked my panties free. I let out a squawk and fell on my back, an unfortunate move. Fereya dove between my plump brown thighs and took my cock in her hand. Suddenly, something warm and wet was wrapping about my groin. Fereya’s lips encircled my hardening shaft, bobbing gently with a wonderfully pleasant rhythm. 

“Is this losing?” I moaned, feeling her rough tongue sliding up and down the underside of my dick. 

Fereya laughed through her nose and pulled up. Her lips left the ip of my cock with a light smack. 

“Next turn,” she said. 

This time, I won. I rolled a twelve to her five. Fereya pulled off her shirt and tossing her bra to the side, allowed me to suckle at her perky breasts. Though not quite as large as me, she was more than adequate. My tongue flicked at the little hard nub that I found as Fereya shuddered. 

“Next throw,” I said.

Fereya won again. I found myself on my hands and knees as the troll worked at my fleshy rump. 

“Time for a critical hit,” she moaned. 

Her lips found my ring and her tongue plunged deep. My fingers dug into the carpet as my entire body locked up. Oh, it was incredible. Stars were bursting in my eyes as her tongue explored every inch, penetrating to my core. 

“O-Oh, F-Fereya,” I sobbed. “That’s… I can’t…”

“Mmm, not yet, sweetie,” she chuckled. “Don’t lose all your HP that fast.

My hanging belly was shaking from the exertion to keep from losing it right then and there. Her hand played about my balls, gently massaging them between thumb and forefinger. Suffice it to say, I was ready to explode. Already, my shaft was beginning to spurt a thin trickle of fluid onto the carpet. 

“N-Next turn, please,” I gasped.

Fereya mercifully pulled away. She rolled a fifteen. It was a good roll, I had to admit. I prepared for the worst. Picking up the die, I let the little plastic chunk fly. Fereya’s eyes grew to the size of saucers when the number came up, a twenty.

“A natural twenty.” Her voice was breathless.

“So what do I get?” I asked, my ears twitching.

Fereya’s grin widened as she tugged down her jeans. I watched as her panties came off and flew at my head. Fereya laid back and spread her slim thighs. A rigid shaft of purple flesh rose like a flagpole from her torso. I had forgotten about her kind’s special physique. Carefully pushing her scrotum aside, she parted the dark petals of her flower. 

“This is what you get,” she purred.

I swallowed the lump rising in my throat. “F-Fereya? Are you sure?”

The troll only smiled. Her lips were glistening softly with a musky, pungent dew, beckoning me to partake. Partake I did. I could not control myself. Perhaps it was a spell of this insidious swamp witch? I tossed off my sweater and my own bra and lowered my swollen belly down. 

“Oof,” she gasped. “You’re heavy.”

“I know,” I laughed. 

My cock slid into her without effort. Guided by Fereya’s gentle hand, I penetrated her defenses and plunged deep. She was so warm and soft. I pulled back and thrust again. Amazing, simply amazing. Fereya placed her hands on my belly and started to knead my tender flesh. I groaned and quickened my pace. I could feel my balls churning, preparing to burst. I sped up, my breasts flopped against my belly with a wet slap. Sweat was pouring down my brown flesh as I reached my boiling point. Slamming my pubic bone into Fereya’s pelvis, I howled my love as my seed flooded her womb. Fereya arched her back and joined in the chorus, relishing the sweet, hot pleasure.

“Ah, I’ve wanted this for so long,” she cried. “Mmm, that was heavenly.”

My chest heaving, I fell away from the troll and rolled to my side. Wiping the sheen of sweat from my brow, I rose to my hands and knees. Just as I was reaching for my sweater, Fereya leapt onto my back.

“Backstab!” she shouted. “No defense roll, critical strike.”

I was about to ask her what she meant, I got my answer in the form of her cock thrusting into my ass. 

“Woo! Fereya!” I shrieked. 

“Now, now,” she panted, her hips smashing my rump. “You need more XP. I’m just helping you to level up.” Lowering her torso onto my back, she rubbed the sides of my gravid middle. “Maybe you’ll become a level two preggyboy, or a level three. Oh just imagine if I can get you all the way to four.” She nipped my ear, causing me to whimper.

Her engorged shaft rocked me with a surprisingly gentle strength. Fereya was an intense, but loving woman. As her hips slowly rocked back and forth I began to fall into my own rhythm of thrusting my hips back into her. Together, we drove deeper, harder, coming closer together. Fereya’s chest vibrated with a soft hum, like a lullaby. Her lips blew delicately into my ear, sending tingles down my spine. 

“Almost,” she whispered. 

Locking her hips against my butt, she shuddered and released. A gentle warmth suffused my belly, seeping into my weary limbs. Together, we collapsed to the carpet, our bodies slick with perspiration. 

“Should we move to the bed?” I asked. 

“Fereya wrapped her arms around my middle. “No, I’m happy here.”

She started to nuzzle between my shoulder blades, cooing softly. My skin prickled delightfully from her pointy nails as they gently scratched my back. Her tail flicked up and she raised her head. “I almost forgot. You still need your treasure item for the quest.” 

Her hand ducked behind my back and then returned. She grabbed my left wrist and pulled my arm back. 

“This quest was for a magic ring, you know,” she stammered. 

I felt something cool on my finger. When I managed to get my arm free, I discovered a gold band around the third finger.

“Fereya,” I gasped. I turned to speak, but was silenced by a finger to my lips.

“N-Now, you don’t have to answer right away,” she continued. “I mean, you don’t have to answer at all, if you don’t want to. I just, well, think about it, will you?”

I craned my head over my shoulder to see her fuschia eyes sparkling. 

“I hope Herkon and Melibinone can go questing again,” she said.

I returned a smile and said, “I’m sure they will.”

As I looked into her eyes, I once again saw the white swamp flower behind her ear. I smelled the rich earthy scent of her musk and my mind went to another place. Was it all real or was I dreaming? No matter, this Fereya in my arms was real enough and that was all that mattered.