“So after having narrowly avoided the acid trap, you have found yourself stumbling into a vast, subterranean cavern. The ceiling is so high that it disappears into the inky shadows. You can see six great pillars, carved from the living stone, ascend into the darkness above. Cautiously, you take a single step and your hooves clink on metal for the floor is covered in gold. In fact, everywhere you look, gold is piled in great mounds. Gems of all colors twinkle, as vast as the very stars in the night sky. Enough treasure to ransom a kingdom is right here before you. What do you do next?” I squatted at the end of the coffee table and crossed my arms over my gravid belly and thrust my lip out in a pout. I averted my gaze from the troll that peered up from behind the dungeon master screen and huffed. “Very well,” Fereya chuckled. “I’ll just assume that you wanted to move deeper into the chamber. It is where your quest goal lies.” Her tail swished about behind her as she continued. “Now, you carefully pick your way over the piles of gold coins and assorted treasures. Do you want to look around and see if anything is useful to you?” I remained silent. Fereya raised an eyebrow and I saw the corner of her mouth start to curl in that particular way before she did something evil. “You descend down a mountain of gold, sending a small avalanche of jingling coins to roll down with you. As you creep further into the cavern, you stop. Propped up against an old, gold inlaid chest is what appears to be an ornamental mirror. You see your own reflection and you cannot help but stare. Your molten gold eyes travel down the ripe swell of your pudgy tummy to your deliciously fat ass. Suddenly, your trousers feel tight.” My ears pricked up. “What? Wait just a minute.” Hidden behind the screen, I could still hear the troll beginning to laugh. “Your cock becomes rigid at the site of your own body.” She was cackling now. “You feel compelled to grab your hard dick in your hand and tug. Your other hand travels to those soft, pillowy breasts and you fondle yourself.” “Hey!” I screamed, slamming my hands down on the coffee table. “Just what are you doing?” Fereya leaned up from behind the cardboard divider, her fuschia eyes twinkling. “Oh, come now. You’re the one being all grumpy here.” “W-Well, that’s because you made me be the halfling,” I protested. “I don’t play that. I always liked the half-orc warrior.” Fereya chuckled and grinned. “But, I wanted you to play the halfling and I am DM. Besides, it’s good to try something new.” “But why the halfling?” I asked. The troll shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I just wanted a pudgy little shortstack lover-boy?” My eyes narrowed from across the table. “Fereya? What are you planning?” The troll rolled her eyes and bit her lower lip mischievously. “Oh nothing. So, are you going to play or be a sour, little grump?” I heaved a sigh and replied, “Fine, I’ll play.” I closed my eyes and let myself drift off into the enchanted world of the game. My vision brightened and I was standing in a stone cavern filled with treasure. Before me was that same mirror. I stopped to gaze at myself and groaned. I was a three foot tall shrimp with ears the size of palm fronds. My belly was easily the size of my real stomach and my hips were twice as wide. My mouth curled into a frown and I said, “You know, part of why I play this is so that I can at least pretend to have a svelte physique.” “I think you look precious,” I heard Fereya say. “In fact, I’d say you’re good enough to eat.” “Eat?” I squeaked. From above me the chamber echoed with the voice of the troll. “Oh yes, for you are not alone in the chamber. You had best be on your guard.” I balled my tiny fists and crept further into the cavern. “So what are we talking about? Orcs? Skeletons? Skeleton-Orcs?” “No,” a deep guttural voice hissed from behind me. I spun about to see a behemoth of a creature standing before me. She was a giant. Two amethyst flames burned from her eyes and her skin was armored in emerald scales. A crown of horns erupted from her reptilian skull, great yellow tusks of raw bone. From her nose glittered a gold ring the size of a door-knocker. Taut muscle swelled from her enormous frame like steel cables. Ponderous breasts hung freely from her wide chest, dangling like ripe fruit to sag to her navel. Her belly was covered in tawny fur, as was much of her face. Rippling muscle careened down her stomach to meet the firm roundness of her powerful legs. Oh, so she got to be muscled, but not me. Then, my eyes lit on her throbbing cock and the color drained from my face. Her ruby red shaft was almost as big as my entire body, complete with two swollen orbs that looked ready to burst at any moment. “You have come face to face with the dread guardian of this cavern.” Fereya’s voice slipped in a low growl. “The dragon.” She flipped the dungeon master screen down and gripped the sides of the coffee table. Her fuschia eyes grew to the size of saucers as she leaned over the table, her pregnant belly knocking the game pieces in all directions. “She wants you, little halfling,” Fereya hissed, licking her lips. “So what now?” I turned and ran from the looming monster. The dragon howled and took chase, her long legs bearing down on me with ease. Of course, now I get it. She gave me the small character so I could not run away. “Your escape is cut off,” Fereya snarled, her body curled up on the table like a cat ready to pounce. Her tail flicked about above her head. The dragon lunged for me, but I darted off to the side, sending her careening into a pile of gold. The beast rebounded to her feet, spraying gold coins and sparkling gems into the air. With an earthshaking roar, the beast launched herself into the air in a dizzying leap. Meanwhile, Fereya had inched herself along the coffee table and was now perched on the very end, her nose but inches from mine. The table creaked beneath her weight as she rocked her wide hips from side to side. “The dragon attacks with a slam, better roll for dodge,” she panted. My dice hit the table and skittered over the dark laminate. “I got a sixteen,” I said. “Oh, I’m sorry, but you only rolled a four,” Fereya replied. Her finger nudged the die so that it now showed a four. “Too bad.” “Hey, that’s cheating,” I said. “The dragon pounces,” Fereya screamed and threw herself from the table, sending me hurtling to the floor. “She seizes you in her claws and does not let go.” Her arms were around my neck, pressing her heavy body against me. Her breath singed the nape of my neck as she whispered into my ear, “You are grasped, you cannot escape.” Pinned beneath the great weight of the beast, I kicked out frantically with my puny hooves. Her claws easily engulfed my tiny body, holding me close to her chest. Through the soft flesh of her exposed breasts, I could hear the thudding of her heart. The dragon licked her black lips with a long, forked tongue and growled, “You are mine, little one.” With a flick of her talon, she ripped open my shirt to reveal my soft, brown belly. Her nimble tongue slid over my naked flesh, sending ripples up my spine. The acrid odor of her sulfurous breath filled my nostrils as she locked her maw to mine. Her tongue plunged down my throat, nearly choking me in her mad lust. Fereya’s warm belly pressed into my back as she claimed my mouth. “Hmmph!” I managed to squawk. The troll tore herself from my gasping mouth to then launch an attack on my long, sensitive ear. “It’s my turn now,” she hissed and blew gently into my ear, causing me to shiver and arch my back. “The dragon uses her tongue to attack your lovely ear.” Her tongue slithered deep into my ear canal while her hand tugged on the furry lobe, while her pointy nails scratched, scratched, scratched down the back of my neck to turn my legs into gelatin. A thin stream of drool ran down my chin as I sobbed, “N-No fair. My ears are so sensitive.” Gasping, I pushed myself up on my hands and knees with Fereya still perched on my back. Her hand gently came around to clutch my slender throat. Her fingers caressed my soft skin, tilting my chin up as they continued to crawl to my lips. Two fingers swirling around my full, purple lips, she whispered, her voice dark and smoky, pouring into my ear like a rich, heady wine. “The dragon’s attacks are too much for you, little halfling. You feel your resolve weakening.” Her other hand slid down to my pregnant belly. My arms trembled as she began to tickle my taut skin. The muscles in my stomach contracted, sending the life within me to pummel my kidneys with a flurry of kicks. I gave a small cry and slumped to the floor, while Fereya’s hand deftly snuck up under my shirt to find my heavy breast. With expert dexterity, she slid the milk-heavy orb from its confinement. Her warm, soft hand squeezed, playing with my engorged breast. Her fingers found the erect nipple and pinched. My ears pricked up as a mix of pain and pleasure flooded my body. “The dragon has you now,” Fereya moaned. “She leans close, her hot, wet breath tingling your stubborn flesh. She whispers deep into your ear, ‘Ammah, I’m not wearing any panties.’” “I-Is the dragon not wearing panties or you?” I asked. Fereya’s chuckles shook my back. “Both of us.” Releasing her hold on my breast, she grabbed the back waistband of my shorts. “The dragon now attacks you with her rending claws. It’s a critical hit.” Her fingers tightened. “Your armor is shredded and your lovely ass is laid bare!” With a frightening strength, Fereya tore both shorts and underwear from my buttocks, yanking my clothes down to my knees. My fat, round ass was left to hang in the open air as the troll pushed herself back so that her pelvis pressed up against my rump. My tail curled when I felt her member nudging me through the folds of her skirt. The boiling hot skin was hard as iron and quivered with a barely contained lust. Undoing the buttons of her skirt, Fereya did a little shimmy with her hips, allowing the garment to pool around her ankles. Her hands dug into my hips. “Now, little one, prepare to taste the dragon’s horn.” “D-Don’t I get a saving throw?” I pleaded. Fereya paused before saying, “Go ahead.” I let the dice fly. “I rolled a ten.” “Hmm, not good enough,” she said and gave my butt a playful squeeze. The dragon lifted me in her claws as if I were nothing more than a kitten. She then fell back to recline on a pile of gold, her scarlet pillar thrust upwards. The heat of her throbbing groin was scorching as the bulbous tip grazed my bare ass. What little I had for armor, which consisted of nothing but a pair of leather breeches and a shirt and jacket, lay in torn strips upon the glittering floor. My heart thundered in my ears as she pressed her rigid tip against my button. My ears pricked up as Fereya pulled my cheeks apart, her own cock sliding up to my waiting anus. “D-Do you think it will fit?” I stammered. “I’ll make it fit,” the dragon growled. Muscles bulging, she slammed me down on her member. Pain and elation swelled within me as my belly surged forward, filling with her massive shaft. “Whoohoohoo!” I shrieked as Fereyal rammed her cock deep. My arms flew in all directions, upsetting the coffee table and sending the game pieces everywhere. My other hand lashed out for the sofa, clutching the cushion as if it were a life preserver. Meanwhile, my halfling self was holding his belly as the dragon slid him up and down her ruby dick. My belly deflated as she lifted me, my ass screaming from the slow, torturous rise, only to feel the surging fire of the fateful plummet. My belly swelled, jutting out to match my real-life pregnancy. “You are a very naughty boy,” the dragon roared. Smoke curled from her nostrils as she leered down at me. “You haven’t visited me in so long. I am so very backed up.” “O-Oh my ass is tearing apart,” I wailed. My belly swelled painfully as she filled me. “You can take it,” she growled. “You’re my big, strong boy.” Her pace quickened, slamming me up and down like a piston. With each delicious drop, I came lower and lower down her plump, red shaft. My belly bloated bigger, taking in more of her with every strike. I craved it, whimpering, tears streaming down my cheeks as I screamed to the cavern ceiling. My claws dug into the cushion of the sofa as Fereya clung to my back, her rigid groin plunging deeper. Her hips worked double-time, venting the fury of her pent up passions. The living room echoed with the wet slap of flabby skin as she smashed her pelvis into my fat ass. Her hands left my hips to grip my shoulders. Fereya then dragged herself onto my back, her strong, toned legs supporting her body as she pressed the attack. Her round belly fluttered against my spine and I knew the little one within her was protesting being so cramped. By reflex, my own hand fell to my belly where my own little monster was tumbling about with a vengeance. The troll’s breath was hot on my neck as she leaned in to nibble my ear. My body trembled, causing me to fall against the sofa. “I want you to have all of my babies,” she purred. “The dragon knows how to keep you from leaving. I’m going to pump you, fill you, until you can’t get away.” Her hands came down to my distended middle, her strong fingers digging into the soft flesh. “Why don’t you roll against pregnancy,” she whispered. I started to throw the dice, but her hand shot out to curl over my fingers. “Oh, you failed.” “But I never rolled,” I said. “Doesn’t matter,” she hissed and bit down on my ear savagely, causing me to yip. Her lips curled back from her long, white fangs as the dragon’s breathing grew hard and ragged. Her pace quickened to a frightening speed. I grabbed her fingers and shrieked as her shaft battered at my prostate. My own pathetic cock had become a hard, little pole. The quivering tip trickled with the clear precum as I fought the urge to release. “A-Almost,” she roared. “I can feel it c-coming.” The expansive orbs below me seemed to convulse, boiling with the fresh churring seed. The dragon pulled me back, hugging me to her muscled belly and slammed me down as far as she could. Letting her head fall back, she bucked her hips and released herself. My belly ballooned as a torrent of bubbling semen flood into my womb. My hands flew to my rapidly swelling belly as a wave of hot pain washed over me only to be replaced with a tidal surge of ecstasy. Skin stretched to the breaking point and yet, still she poured into me. My belly had grown to match the size of my body. I clapped a hand to my mouth, fighting back the need to wretch as my body filled to maximum. Her thick seed spurted from my bruised rear, splattering her crimson lance with a stream of white. Fereya pushed deep, grinding her pubic bone into my anus as she released herself into me. Her hands slid along the curve of my belly, rubbing the tight skin, tickling the round sides as she gently bucked her hips with each blessed pump. I brought a trembling hand down on hers, our fingers interlocking over my expanding belly. Fereya’s muzzle nuzzled at my cheek and I turned my head to plant my lips to hers. Her free hand came up to play about my sweaty hair, finding my ear and giving a tug. A gentle warmth suffused my lower belly as I accepted her fertile seed. My heart lightened as we remained together, relishing the delight of our bodies. Deep down, I would pray that her sperm would take root, to quicken within me and bless me with her child. I did not care a whit if I was already pregnant and as my golden eyes met her fuschia gaze, I knew that she would feel the same. I laid on the floor of the cavern, gasping for air as my wobbling belly loomed over me like a brown mountain. Summoning what was left of my strength, I rolled to my side and groaned. White slime oozed from my wrecked ass as I struggled to right myself. I sat up on my knees, my belly still above my head. My little arms could not even reach around to my navel, I was so full. My ears drooped as the first flutters of life kicked out within me, raising little bumps all over my chocolate skin. As for the dragon, she was fast asleep, reclining on a nearby pile of treasure. One tit hanging out from my shirt and my underwear around my knees, I straightened my glasses and gripped the sofa with a nerveless hand. “Did I win?” I stammered, breathless. “I know I won,” panted Fereya. “As for the dragon, well, she’s been slain I’d say.” “G-Good,” I replied. “I suppose we should be cleaning up the mess? Uh, I may have gotten a bit excited on the rug.” Fereya’s tail flicked above her. “But, it’s not over yet? Don’t you want to finish the quest and claim your reward?” “Finish?” I asked. Fereya pushed herself off of me and laid down on the floor. “Yes, after the battle, you happen to notice a key hanging from a gold chain around the dragon’s neck. Cautiously, you waddle your precious, swollen body up and pluck the key away.” My hooves ached from the strain and my lower back screamed from the exertion, but I managed to heave my enormous frame deeper into the cavern. The key in hand, I found the prize I sought. The Princess Amelia lay on a smooth dais of white marble, a gold chain connecting to a collar around her neck. She was clad in a gown of gossamer silk, the material leaving nothing to the imagination. Her tawny fur sparkled in the reflected light of the treasure cave. Her fuschia eyes lit up as she saw me approach. “Little hero,” she cried. “You came for me.” I placed the key into the lock of her collar and turned. The restraint fell free from her neck and the princess leapt to her feet. She hugged my swollen belly, raining her healing kisses on my tender flesh. I could not help but purr as Fereya did the same. My groin trembled, growing hard at her touch. “Now, I must reward you, little hero,” she said. The princess unclasped her gown, letting the fairy material flutter to the floor. I gulped as I took in her voluptuous form. Slender shoulders tapered down to elegant hands, tipped with black claws. Her heaving breasts wobbled, their nipples like raw amethys and glistening like fruit after a summer rain. Her belly bulged slightly, soft and inviting. Her hips were wide and round, curving to meet the softness of her furry thighs. Nestled in a thick forest of tan and white fur, a pair of deep, purple lips beckoned to me, the fleshy labia shimmering with her sweet nectar. Holding her arms out, she said, “Come to me, hero.” Fereya grabbed both knees and lifted her legs to her chin. She tucked her purple scrotum up to reveal a gaping pussy that begged for my attention. “Come here and place your plus one greatsword in my bag of holding.” “Should I roll for initiative?” I asked with a smirk. “Oh, just get over here and fuck me already,” she snapped. My belly dragging over the rug, I crawled to where Fereya lay. Her fuschia eyes had lost some of their luster and by the way her chest rose and fell her breathing was labored. Lost in her throes of passion, the poor thing had exhausted herself. I placed my hands on her gravid middle, her soft fur was damp with sweat as I ran my fingers along her round belly. The muscles of her stomach jumped at my touch, twitching and contracting as I scratched her velvet fur. Fereya closed her eyes and moaned, making my tail wag. Soon my hands had found their way to her shirt. I slid the thin cotton up to discover that panties were not the only thing she had neglected to wear. Her heavy breasts rose like two perfect scoops of ice cream, each topped with a shining, purple cherry. Taking her breast in my hands, I squeezed the loving mound with a tender firmness. Fereya shuddered and purred, letting go of her legs to wrap her arms around my neck. My hungry lips devoured her swollen mammary, delighting in the taste, the smoothness of her erect flesh. My tongue flicked the tiny bud, raising it higher. Then, I bit down with my fangs, causing the troll to yip. Nuzzling my nose into the fur at her collarbone, I inhaled her rich scent, a mix of lilac and musk that made my head swim. Fereya tilted her head back, offering her beautiful throat to me. I set my fingers to that loving curve, tracing the delicate path up her neck and over her chin. Using my index finger, I circled the ripe lips of her perfect mouth until she kissed my fingertip. With both hands, I caressed her cheeks, moving up to gently place my fingertips on her flickering eyelids. The troll arched her back and groaned, letting me know she was ready. I dipped a hand down between her thighs and felt a hot, wetness in her crotch. Her labia had become slick with her sweet dew and trembled at my touch. Carefully, I circled her lips, finding the hard, little bud of her clitoris and pinched. “Gyah,” Fereya cried out. I could stand it no longer. Her enticing scent flooding my nostrils, my cock was nearly bursting. Precum dribbled from my eager manhood as I buried myself into her. “P-Please,” she moaned. “I want you to put your belly on mine. I want our children to be together.” My heart melted. I raised myself up to drop my heavy belly onto her, careful though I was not to cause her discomfort. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I began to rock. This was not the mad heat of our earlier passion, but a slow, sultry burn. My thrusts slid into her, stirring her insides, and setting her desire to boil. Slowly, I pulled back, leaving her quivering body hungry for more. Fereya hugged her leg around me, pulling me into her. “Don’t pull out,” she groaned. As if it mattered, I thought with a grin. Tucking my hands under her butt, I raised her hips and pushed deep, penetrating her core. Fereya threw her hands back behind her head and dug her fingers into the rug. Desire reaching its climax, I released myself into her. Fereya’s mouth opened with a sigh as her belly grew warm with my seed. Her skin tightened beneath my fingers as she surged with new growth. Her greedy womb lapped at my fertile essence, hungry for more. “A-Ammah,” she panted. “I-I want t-to have your babies.” “You already are,” I replied and picked up her hand, kissing each finger. “Mmm, but I want more. I’m such a selfish girl. I want all your babies.” She ran her hands along the tawny globe of her belly. “Will you promise to give me more?” My ears drooped to my shoulders as I looked down at my princess, the real one, not the one from the game. Her eyes glittered with love, her little nose glinted with the familiar gold ring as she gave a weary grin. How could I refuse her? Ha! As if I would refuse to begin with. Grunting, I leaned over our bellies and kissed her. “Did I get my reward, princess?” “All that and more,” she said. “The princess is very grateful.” Collapsing into one another’s arms, we lay upon the living room floor, our hearts hammering against our ribs. “So,” I said,” should we clean up the mess?” “Tomorrow,” was her reply. I smiled and laid my forehead against hers. “Then should we go to bed?” Fereya sighed and stroked my ear. “I’m happy right here.” Our bellies pressed together, the lives within use stirred, rumbling and kicking. Together, Fereya and I could only chuckle as we fell asleep in one another’s arms.