Her semen oozing down my chin, I coughed and saw that her cock was still rigid. Fereya placed her hands on my round hips and reached for the only covering I had, a pair of black panties with a familiar superhero logo splashed across the butt. I ran a bookstore, what else would I wear? She yanked my underwear down with such force that it almost left a friction burn on my furry thighs. 

“Let’s remove your armor,” she said, her voice husky. “There,” she held my newly freed panties in her fist. “I believe that is quite the stat loss, yes? Oh my, you are certainly in trouble.”

“C-Can’t we use a safe word?” I whimpered.

For an instant, the troll’s eyes softened. She tapped her cheek and turned her gaze towards the ceiling. “Hmm, that’s a good idea. Tell you what.” She bent down beside my ear, her voice dripping with menace. “I’ll let you know what the word is as soon as I think of one.” The short laugh that followed, chilled me to the bone.

Her claws sank into my fleshy rump. I howled as my cheeks were parted savagely. What was she going to do next? My heart hammered against my ribs as the heat of her hard, powerful shaft nudged my tight button. 

“Now for the real battle,” she hissed. 

My eyes popped wide and the very breath was blasted from my lungs as her throbbing member tore open my anus. My overfilled belly churned as the troll slammed her pubic bone into my rump. My glasses went askew on my nose and finally fell to the floor. My fingers dug into the linoleum and I shut my eyes as Fereya continued to thrust herself into me with an earthshaking force. Suddenly, she grabbed my arms and pulled my hands back. With nothing to brace myself with, my face hit the floor. Her hands locked around my wrists, I was helpless. My body shook with each painfully delicious wave of searing pleasure. I found myself face down on the floor, smothered in a pool of her spent essence. The sweet odor filled my nostrils, compelling me to give in, to submit to the wrath of my queen. I was hurt, humiliated, scared and positively electrified. My lungs fought for air as I found myself sobbing uncontrollably. 

“That’s it, cry for me,” she snarled. “Cry for your dark mistress.”

“No,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Please stop.”

Oh, I prayed that she would never stop.

“Say, ‘Mistress, fill me up!’” Fereya snapped.

“Please, mistress, fill me up,” I cried.

“No say, ‘Make me your fat, pregnant, slut-boy!’ Do it!” she roared.

“P-Please,” I sobbed, snot running out of my nostrils to intermingle with her semen. “Make me your fat, pregnant slut-boy.”

Fereya licked her black lips and leaned down. Gasping, I began to let my legs widen, giving her the room to push deeper. I had never been dominated like this before. It was amazing. I could not get enough. I wanted so much more. Please, Fereaya, break me, hurt me. Oh, just don’t stop. The troll increased her pace, smashing into my core with a feverish tenacity. My insides felt like jelly. My sperm engorged belly wobbled to the rhythm of her hips. 

“Now, tell me that you love it when I cum on your face,” she said. 

I could not say it for every sound out of my mouth was, “Ah... uh... oh... Oh god!” 

I clenched my teeth as my own hardened groin dribbled onto the floor. 

Fereya chuckled at my pathetic display. “Oh, my little boy made a mess.”

My ring clamped tight at her insult, squeezing her fat cock hard. Fereya gave a jolt and cried out. 

“Ah, that’s it. That’s my preggy-boy,” she cried.

Her claws went to my belly and squeezed. 

“N-No,” I squealed. “Not my belly. I-It’s too tight.”

Oh it hurt, but it hurt so good. Her nimble hands pressed the sides of my stomach and moved down, meeting at my navel. My poor body trembled as pure ecstacy surged through me. Every rock of her hips sent my face smacking into the floor, but I still begged for more. 

Fereya roared and locked her pelvis to my ass. “This is it. I’m going to cuuummm!”

Sharp needles of pain shot into my sides as her fingers into my flesh. Fereya’s hot, pulsating rocket erupted, blasting a searing torrent of fresh seed to flood my already bloated womb. My cries became a chorus to her own as we both hit climax together. I clenched my buttocks and moaned with each heavy pump. My overfilled belly stretched tighter, causing me to shudder with a newfound sense of orgasmic elation. I was powerless to move as my belly swelled well beyond my wide ample hips. My only course was to surrender myself and let the mad troll fill me to the brim. I gave a soft nasal murmur as Fereya continued to gently rock into me. Each agonizingly delightful crash of her pelvis sent ripples of joy through my heaving frame. 

“Ah, Ammah,” she cried.

“Frellick,” I screamed into the floor.

At last, I gave up and released my hold on her. Fereya shuddered as the pressure was released and grabbed my sides as another gout of semen burst into me. White goo spurted from my anus as I let go, running in thick, syrupy streams down my thighs.

“Ngh, so full,” I groaned.

Fereya pushed down on my sides, causing me to whimper. 

“N-No,” I begged. “Please, not my belly. I’m so tight.”

“I’ll say,” Fereya chuckled. “You really clamped down hard.”

She placed her palms on my back and lowered herself down. I could feel the warm dampness of her sweaty body on top of my own. Slowly, she pulled out. I mewled as her fat cock rubbed against my sore ring. As she pulled free, Fereya gasped and let loose one last spray, coating my chocolatey buns with a thick dollop of icing.

“Good enough to eat,” she said. 

I struggled to my elbows and rolled over onto my back, heedless to the mess on the floor. My belly towered above me, easily stuffed to twice its girth. My mouth turned into a frown as I groaned from the gurgling pain in my abdomen. Ah, but it hurt so good. I had never felt so full, it was exquisite. I worked my fingers deep into my massively swollen belly. My tongue clove to the roof of my mouth as I delighted, no, relished how the brown flesh protruded between my fingers. With every labored breath I quivered as a fresh wave of pleasure rippled through my expanded middle. 

I gritted my fangs and threw my head back. Even the tiniest movement caused my heavily bloated abdomen churn in a heady, deliciously delirious agony that made me want to groan… groan…

“Ah, aahhhh!” I cried out. “Ah, please give me more.” My voice was racked with sobs. I kicked out, my hooves skittering on the floor. “Please, I can’t take this any longer.”

Fereya gently rubbed my swollen belly and laughed and this time, it was genuine.

“I’m afraid that even I can’t do that.” She smiled and fanned her crimson face with her hand. “Well, I believe that concludes the witch-queen campaign.”

The room was spinning as I lifted my weary head. With Fereya’s froth still on my lips, I replied, “Campaign?”

“Why yes, the witch-queen story we were playing.” Fereya smiled and tapped my belly. “See, I knew you loved to role-play. Just needed the proper format is all.”

You mean, all that was a part of that stupid game? I gave myself, bared my soul to her for a game? I think I really will cry. The spell was shattered in an instant. My inflated belly just ached and grumbled now, the feeling of excitement having all but evaporated.

“Did I at least win?” I asked.

The troll grinned and ran her finger around my navel. “You did very well. Why, you took it all like a champ.” She snickered and slapped my belly, amazed by how there was no give to the taut flesh. “I didn’t know you could tank like that. Though, maybe I overdid it.”

“Ugh,” was my only reply.

I felt her soft lips kiss my stomach. “Now then,” she whispered. “How about you get some bonus experience?”

Her fingers fell to my soft, jiggly inner thighs and crept up to my hardened shaft. Taking my penis in her hands, she slowly lowered herself down. My rod was soon enveloped in hot, wet skin as I passed her hungry lips and pierced deep into her womanhood. I was too tired to move, to resist. I could only lie there and moan as she raised herself up and then slowly, agonizingly lowered herself down. Her firm, heavy balls pressed hard into my lower belly, massaging my stomach as her churning seed sloshed inside me with a strangely soothing tidal rhythm. I found my eyes drooping as my head swam in a dreamy haze.

“Does that feel good?” I heard her ask from far away.

“Ah… Ngh…” I moaned softly.

Her nimble hands kneaded my hard packed belly with a wonderful gentleness. When at last the time came, I arched my back and let myself flow into her. Though I was certainly not able to fill her up like she did to me, I gave her a good dose nonetheless. Fereya leaned back, her palms on the floor, bracing her gravid body.

“Mmm,” she tilted her chin up and moaned. “Did I ever tell you how much I love it when you cum? You just have such a strong, gentle flow. It just penetrates deep and spreads so perfectly.”

“I’m so messy,” I whined.

“That you are,” she said with a giggle. “But, you’re my messy boy. Come on, I have another treat in store.”

Another? My thoughts were suddenly racing. Did she want to fill me to the size of triplets? The kitchen echoed with the quick wop-wop-wop of my tail. As I watched Fereya stand, I spread my thighs and brought my knees up as much as my overstuffed middle would allow.

“Let me help you up and then we’ll go take a bath,” she said.

My tail hit the floor. Foo! That was not at all what I had hoped for. Still though, I do love a good bath. There was just one, fat, round problem.

“I can’t get up,” I sniffled. 

I was so heavy that my feeble arms could not heft my bloated body. My lower lip came out in a quivering put as I looked at the grinning troll. 

“Come here, baby,” she laughed and grabbed both of my wrists. 

Grunting and straining, she could not lift me more than an inch. 

“Well now,” she muttered. “This is a pickle. Ah, wait, I know.” 

She sat one of the chairs beside me and I slowly pulled my heavy body upright. Relying on the nearby counter for additional support, I managed to struggle to my feet. I clapped a hand to my ass, as much to try and hold Fereya’s virile goodness inside me, as to prevent any more of a mess from splashing onto my floor. Taking me by the hand, Fereya tugged me into the bathroom. Slipping my now crusty and well ruined shirt over my head, she paused to marvel at my wobbling breasts.

“It’s not fair,” she sighed. “Even after I got pregnant, I’m still smaller than you.”

“What can I say?” I returned a nervous laugh. “I took after my mom.”

This got her chuckling, but good. “You are just precious,” she replied between laughs.

I winced as I climbed into the tub. My bloated belly was easily to my knees and I had to brace myself against the shower wall to keep from falling. Ah, but it was worth it. For as the steamy water rained down from the faucet above, a golden goddess materialized behind me. How her body had changed. Fereya was always a slender, lithe woman. But now, her hips had widened, becoming so perfectly rounded, while her lithe thighs had softened with a warm, motherly beauty. The apricots that were breasts had likewise flowered into something full and lovely. Then, of course, there were the two boulders that dangled beneath the rod of dark flesh. Even now, I started to lick my lips as my eyes fell upon her groin. As my gaze wandered over this vision of a goddess in mortal form, Fereya smiled softly and clutched a soapy washcloth in her hand. 

“Just relax,” she said.

Both palms on the wall, I bowed my head as the rough cloth gingerly crept down my back leaving a trail of suds in its wake. Mmm, this was heaven. Humming sweetly, Fereya scrubbed down my legs and slid around my plump thighs. As if by reflex, my legs parted at her touch, growing wide and allowing her complete reign over my most precious treasure. The warm, wet cloth gently rubbed my balls in a slow, circular motion. Her fingers then enclosed around my rigid cock.

“Mmm, still possess a little endurance, yes,” she purred.

Her hand slid up and down my shaft, the rough fibers of the cloth electrifying every sensation. My lips were pursed into a tight, bloodless line, while my nostrils flared in rapid puffs. Evey tendon stood on edge as the troll continued to pump my throbbing shaft.

“I’ll make you cum, whether you want to or not,” she whispered into my ear. “So you might as well give in.”

Her tongue plunged into my ear and I collapsed, my rod blasting a thick strand down the drain. Removing herself from my cock, she brought the soapy cloth to my upper torso.

As the wet cloth began to travel down my arms, Fereya asked, “Who’s Frellick?”

My heart suddenly leapt into my mouth. Oh no! Back in the kitchen, I had shouted the name of a certain other djinn. This was bad, no, more than bad. I had to think quickly.

“Oh, it’s a character I had,” I replied. “You know, from one of my stories.”

Fereya paused and stared at me. Crap! She must have seen right through that horrible lie.

“Ha ha,” she chuckled. “I’ll bet it’s from one of those naughty stories that you think are hidden. You really should lock your computer.”

“Uh, right,” I muttered.

I bit my lip and turned my gaze to the white tile of the shower wall. I had just lied to Fereya. I was such a rat. My heart sank to my knees, but what could I do? The entire time we were together, my thoughts kept wandering to the strong arms of Frellick. Oh, what could I say? Fereya cupped my breasts, coating them in a hardy layer of bubbling suds as her agile fingers worked my puffy nipples. Ordinarily, this would have sent such joy through my body, but right now I felt like a needle was stabbing me in the heart.

“I’m glad you told me,” the troll said. “I was almost afraid that someone was trying to steal you away from me.” She reached out and placed her left hand over mine. “You’re still wearing that ring, but you haven’t said a word. Please don’t keep me waiting, love.”

Her hands fell to my belly. My skin was so tight, that every sensation was heightened. I gasped as the washcloth passed over my overstuffed abdomen. Fereya then set the cloth aside and worked her fingers into my tender flesh. It hurt, but at the same time, the way my fat belly bulged between her fingers was wonderful. She squeezed into my sides and pushed her hands down my belly, her fingers meeting at my distended navel. Every press, every stroke made me whimper in painful ecstasy. She knew my body so well. My knees buckled from the pleasant tingles worming up from my belly. Oh, Fereya was perfect. She was more than perfect, in fact, and what did I do? I threw it away on a crazy fling. I leaned forward, my head resting against the shower wall. My heart had sunk to my hooves and refused to come back up. My ears fell flat against my head, sagging down to my shoulders.

I had to say something, but all I could pathetically muster was, “It’s heavy.” 
Fereya’s hands slipped beneath my belly. Despite her own pregnancy, she flexed her arms and leaned back, raising my heavy, gravid belly with her.

“There,” she replied. “Any burden you have, I’ll carry it with you.”

Dammit, Fereya, why did you have to be so unconditionally loving? Why?

My lower lip trembled. “F-Fer...eya.” 

“Ammah, what’s wrong?” she asked.

Tears cascaded down my cheeks, blending with the water from the shower. With hiccuping sobs, I wailed, “M-My tummy hurts.”

I broke down into heaving sobs as my guilt overflowed. What have I done?

Fereya leaned close and kissed the back of my ear. “My sweet, sensitive boy. Let’s get you to bed.”

I sniffled and nodded. I had to tell her, but how? Toweled off and dry, I sulked quietly behind her as we entered my room.

“I see we still have the superhero sheets,” Fereya laughed. 

I let my bloated body flop onto the bed and the troll crawled in after me. 

“Now, don’t frown,” she said. Turning her gaze on the enormous brown sphere before her, she reached out with both hands and placed them on my belly. “You know, I may not be a queen, but I am still a witch.”

My ears pricked up.

“That’s right,” she said. The tips of her nails scratched gently at my taut flesh. “And this is my big crystal ball.”

In spite of my inner turmoil, I could not help but smile as she ran her hands over my belly. “And what does your crystal ball say?”

“Hmm, it’s hard to tell,” she replied. “I’ll need you to roll over.”

I flipped to my back with a grunt and placed my hands on my jiggling bosom, my massively swollen belly towering above me. Meanwhile, Fereya continued to swirl her hands all about my middle.

“Ah yes.” She lowered her head close, until I felt her warm, moist breath on my belly. “I see it now. You’re going to be very happy. In fact, you’re going to purr.” She scratched my belly with both hands, causing me to tilt my head back and moan softly. “You’re going to be loved and have many, many babies.”

I puffed my cheeks. I could not argue with her there. I felt like a small village had taken up residence in my stomach.

“Oh, and what is this?” Fereya looked up from my gravid middle and smiled. “I see that you will be with someone you love.” Her lips curled into that impish grin. “But, you’ll still be bad at RPGs.”

I could stand it no longer. My hands shot out and clapped her on both cheeks. Fereya squealed and I dragged her down. Still holding her in my shaking hands, my lips crashed into her mouth with a bruising kiss. Harder, harder, I drove myself again until the image of Frellick disappeared from my mind. And yet, somewhere deep within me, the djinn lingered. Fereya grabbed my wrists and yanked her head back. 

Gasping for breath, she wheezed, “Ammah, what was that all about?”

“I love you,” I replied. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you,” she said in kind.

“I-I want to be with you,” I suddenly cried. It was as much an affirmation to myself as it was to her.

Fereya’s eyes were like amethyst dinner plates. “I want you to be with me,” she replied. “I’ve been waiting all night to say it.”

My tail wagged, swishing back and forth across the sheets. “And is that the wish of the witch-queen?”

Fereya smiled and shook her shaggy head. Laying a hand on my cheek, she said, “Ammah, you conquered the witch-queen long ago.”

Her wet lips glistened as she moved in for another kiss. The still air of the bedroom soon was filled with the soft sounds of smacking and popping as our mouths sparred with one another. Without a word, Fereya disengaged and set her sights on my belly. I laid back as I felt her soft lips spreading across my sensitive skin. Delicately, she ascended the mountain of my bump and smooched my navel. I opened my legs as she slid down the underside of my stomach. There was no reason to speak, for our bodies had long since become one. Her gentle hands massaged the tired muscles of my legs, digging hard into the tendons of my calf. Working her way back up the inside of my leg, she then took my penis into her hands. Carefully, she pressed the delicate flesh between her palms and turned her body around. 

I quickly slipped my own hand between her thighs and parted her legs, allowing her flower to open and bloom. My fingers traced the dewy petals of her womanhood. I pinched her raised nub between thumb and forefinger, working the flesh and causing the troll to gasp and shudder. Having spent ourselves earlier, we now sought merely to make one another feel good. At last, Fereya sat up and reached out to place her hand upon my cheek and bent down to plant her lips to mine. Her hand still on my cheek, she slid her other hand along the curve of my throat, tickling over the swell of my bosom and at last coming to a luxurious rest on my ripe belly.

“I guess I was more pent up than I thought,” she said. “Perhaps, I should not have waited so long.”

Fereya nestled her head between my soft, warm breasts and lightly caressed my heavy belly.

“You’re telling me,” I replied. “I’m as big as a whale.”

Beneath my chin, I could feel her chuckling quietly.

“Well,” she replied. “At least you had fun, right?”

My ears pricked up for a moment. “Yes,” I sighed. “I really did.”

The troll yawned. “Maybe next time, I’ll fill you until you are the size of triplets.”

I gently stroked the tawny fur of her cheek. “I’d like that. Anything for my queen.”

Her eyes flickered mischievously. “I have to keep my favorite preggy-boy fat and happy.”

“Speaking of fat,” I mused. “I hope this stuff isn’t fattening.” I looked to the gigantic brown hump before me.

“Just means more of you to love,” Fereya replied, giving my belly a pat.

She turned her hips and pressed her bump against me. A rapid fluttering pattering inside my belly.

“Do you think they can sense each other?” I asked.

Fereya nuzzled my neck. “I think so. I’ll bet they’re excited to meet each other.”

Letting a sigh escape my lips, I said, “I really do look like I’m carrying twins. Ugh, feels like it too.”

“I take pride in my work,” Fereya replied.

“Just so long as that’s all you do,” I was quick to add.

We both chuckled together, but then suddenly, we both stopped. My eyes grew wide as I turned to Fereya. Her face was devoid of color and her fuschia eyes returned a look of utter shock. My ears drooped to my shoulders.

“Fereya,” I started to stammer.

“W-Was that a second kick?” She took the words out of my mouth. 

Slowly, our eyes fell on the massive brown orb of my belly. My lower lips quivered slightly as I turned back to the troll.

Returning a crooked, timorous grin, Fereya shrugged and said, “Uh, the witch-queen’s powers are vast and mysterious?”

This caused both of us to burst out in uncontrolled laughter. I mean really, there could not be a second one in there, right? Please tell me it was not twins. Oh, my clothes are never going to fit ever again. As our laughter faded, I gave the troll one last look. Her eyes were going heavier by the second as sleep took its hold. Her face was like sunshine. How could I ever betray her, I thought. But, when I closed my eyes there came once more the ghostly image of Frellick. He was a djinn, like me, in a world where our kind were not very numerous. He was strong and kind, the perfect partner. This was it, I had to tell her the truth.

“Fereya,” I whispered. “I have to confess something.”

But, she had already fallen asleep. Already, her breathing had become steady and deep. Next time, I thought to myself. I would tell her next time. This still left me with a problem, I still had to choose one of them, or did I? My heart skipped a beat as a realization crept into my mind. Could I love them both?