I always love the late afternoon. Not quite closing time, but still quiet. The lowering sun cast its liquid radiance through the wide front window, spilling a golden light across the worn blue carpet. Shimmering motes of dust swam in lazy circles in the light, twinkling like so many stars against the backdrop of crystalline brick. The air was thick and still in the back of the shop. Lost amongst the dusty stacks, I hummed a tuneless little diddy, letting my wide round hips gyrate to the beat that only my long, furry ears could hear. Carried by the momentum of my gravid belly, I spun on my purple hooves, nearly toppling a stack of dog-eared thrillers beside my furry calf. Giving a flick of my tail, I whirled and began the ponderous process of stooping to pick up another book. 

“Hoofa!” I grunted. “Oh, I’m going to be happy to do this without busting a gut again.” I turned my attention towards the great orb jutting from my middle, only I could not see a thing beyond the bloated chocolate spheres of my ripe breasts. “Be glad when these shrink down too.” I gingerly cupped a heavy mound of milky flesh. “Ugh, I need to drain these. My poor back is killing me,” I whimpered. 

Still, they had some use. Thrust between my wobbling breasts was a pencil. The pink nub of the eraser just peeking up from the brown valley which threatened to consume it. With my purple claws, I deftly plucked the little sliver of lead from a fleshy doom and proceeded to pencil in a price on the flyleaf of one of the recent paperbacks I had acquired. Slipping the book into pace, I threw my arms up and started moving. 

“Do it baby, do it baby,” I sang out. My full thigh escaped from the hip high slit in my dark blue skirt. My hoof caught the carpet, skipped and twirled back as my titanic ass swayed. “Burn like an animal…”

I had done up my hair in a series of long braids that now whipped around me like questing tentacles as I circled my fists above my horns. Oh yes, I loved this time. Stocking shelves was my favorite activity and the quiet times in the afternoon, they were where it was at. A thin sheen of sweat on my brow, I came to a giggling stop. Immediately, my ears twitched and began to turn my gaze up and down the aisle. Was anyone around? No? Perfect!

“You like dancing?” I said to my belly. 

Contained beneath a thin layer of white cotton, my pregnant belly strained against the buttons of my blouse. My nimble claws found a button, undoing it. My purple lips curled into a grin as I undid another and then another. I would never dare do this in front of the customers, but this was my time, I will have you know. My shirt opened, spilling my swollen belly out like a brown marshmallow. My soft, gravid skin was the color of milk chocolate. The tiny bump of my navel distended from my belly like a miniature mountain. Gingerly, I cupped my swollen stomach with my claws. Beneath my fingertips the faint flutters of my unborn murmured gently. As I let my hands wander across my gravid middle, my heart began to flutter in time with my child. My golden eyes grew misty as I felt the stirring of new life within me. 

Carefully, I stooped down and picked up another book. My hands above my head, I cried out, “Let’s dance, little one.”

My fat ass bobbed to that invisible rhythm as my tail whipped around in a circle. Soon my hips were moving to the beat as I wrote in the price on the blank page. 

“Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches. I slam in the back of my Dra--Ack!”

I twirled, throwing my hoof out, cutting a quick turn and then slamming right into the shelf. I had once again misjudged my fetal girth and I was soon to pay the price. A storm erupted in my belly as a torrent of angry kicks lashed out. I cried out, letting the book fall from my limp fingers to the carpet. My belly bubbled as the little demon within me pummeled my kidneys in retaliation. 

“A-Ah,” I cried, gripping the shelf with one hand. My other hand flew to my rumbling belly. The tiny feet pressing up from my brown flesh to raise a bevy of tiny mounds all over my middle. “P-Please stop.”

But the monster would not relent. Instead, those wicked feet found my prostate. My ears stuck straight up as a well placed kick slammed hard. 

“O-Oh no!” 

I fumbled over the pile of books, my clumsy hooves scattering the yellow-paged thrillers in all directions as I fumbled for the front of the shop. My quivering prostate sent a ripple up my spine, making my cock grow hard. 

“P-Please, stop,” I wailed, my hand under my belly. “Oh, don't do this to me now.” 

I collapsed on top of the counter, gripping the faux oak for dear life as my throbbing groin pulsed. Sweat poured down my hot face as I found my hand groping for my engorged shaft. 

“Ha… Ah, ha, ho…” I panted. “I can’t… I can’t…”

My hand slipped under the waistband of my skirt. My fingers curled around my hard rod, stroking rapidly. My heart thundered in my chest as my furious belly continued to quake. 

“Oh lord,” I cried. “I got to let it out.”

“Is this what you do all day?” a female voice said. 

My face turned the color of clay. Instantly relinquishing hold on my cock, I whirled around in spite of my gravid weight. My ass slammed into the counter as I shrank back. “I uh, that is,” I stammered. 

Her black lips glistened wetly in the afternoon sun. The golden rays played across her tawny fur, making it shimmer like woven gold. Her fuschia eyes were a vibrant electric purple, glowing in the pale yellow radiance from a nearby crystal sconce that hung above the counter. 

“Oh, Fereya,” I panted. “It’s you.” I placed a claw on my heaving breast and sighed. 

The troll chuckled. “Of course, dear. Who else would I be?” 

“Someone that wouldn’t want to catch me masterbating, for one,” I replied. 

She placed her hands on her wide hips and laughed. Her voice was like a brass bell chiming so sweetly in the stillness of the shop. Her belly, swollen with my offspring, ballooned from within a black tee shirt beneath a pair of milk heavy breasts. She wore a pair of red capris, her shapely calves bare, while her clawed feet were encased in a pair of black leather sandals. As a troll, Fereya was a natural hermaphrodite. The hormones had driven her male sex into overdrive since pregnancy and the sizeable bulge jutting from her crotch spoke of the treasures which awaited me. My throat tightened just to look upon the ripe globes straining against the thin material. My throbbing cock let loose a spurt of precum, snapping me out of my reverie. 

“Oh no,” I groaned. “Ugh, this little devil.” I placed a hand on my quaking belly. “Agh, not even born and I already want to kill him.”

Fereya just laughed. “He takes after his father, I’d say.” A smile still on her lips, she gently placed her palms on my stomach. “There now,” she whispered. “Settle down, you.”

As if by magic, my belly ceased to rumble. The furious kicks slowed to a gentle flutter beneath her touch. Fereya’s warm, gentle hands slid across my gravid belly, making my brown skin tingle. 

“Easy, little one,” she said, placing her lips to my belly. “That’s it, settle down.”

“Thank you,” I sighed. My belly had grown peaceful again. “You always did have such a way.”

Fereya, her hands still on my belly, rose to meet my eye. Her fuschia gaze smoldered and she pressed her ripened middle against mine. “I just know what makes you tick, lover.” Her voice came out in a throaty purr. 

“Is that so,” I growled back. My purple lips grazed her honeyed mouth. Her scent filled my nostrils, a heady aroma of vanilla and spice, with the tang of her natural musk. 

Her pink tongue darted out to lick her black lips. “I know what sets you off, Ammah.”

“And I know what you want,” I whispered back. 

My lips met hers in a kiss that stole her breath away. Fereya’s arms flew from my belly to wrap around my neck as I took her hips in my claws. Her slender tail curled behind her as she pressed herself harder into my belly. Our collective young erupted within us, but we paid them no mind. My tongue slipped between her fangs, tickling her gums, exploring the smoothness of her teeth as she in turn, rubbed the roof of my mouth. I pulled back, letting our tongues swirl in the open air between us, like writhing serpents. Glimmering strands of drool trickled down our chins as I broke from her, only to lay claim to her delicate throat. Fereya’s heaving bosom hummed as I quested for the deep cleft between her breasts. 

“Oh Ammah,” she sighed. “I want you to take me right here, in the shop.”

My ears twitched. I was more than ready, believe me. But, as my claws travelled up her back, I was suddenly struck by the presence of something wicked. I flung myself from Fereya as if she were a venomous serpent. 

“Ammah,” she cried out. “What’s wrong?”

In spite of my prodigious frame, I had managed to dive over the counter. Tumbling in a heap on the floor, I staggered up on my sore hooves into a crouch. With my face just peering over the top, I said, “Fereya, hide. I sense the coming of something evil.”

The troll only stared at me in a mix of wonder and confusion. “Ammah what are you--”

“Just hide,” I snapped. Anxiously, my golden gaze darted about the room. “U-Um, the back! Hide back in the fantasy section. It’s in the corner.”

“Ammah, I don’t see what the fuss is all about?”

“Just do it. For me, please.”

Fereya shrugged and casually strolled to the back of the shop, her rolling hips leading the way. I tarried just long enough to watch the way her plump, round ass swayed beneath her pants. Like two full hams. My ears swiveled up just watching her. Unfortunately, I had spent too much time gazing at my lover. The chime above the front door gave a jiggle, but for all the world it could have been the dirge of the funeral bell. The hairs on the back of my neck bristled as the very air itself seemed to grow cold. Slowly, I turned to face him. My heart leapt into my throat to spy that mocking grin, framed in electric purple. My color! His skin was like smooth milk chocolate. His hair, dark and silky, piled up and held in place by a gold pin, shone in the glare of the afternoon sun, the scent of lavender oil tickling my nose from where he stood in the open doorway. He stepped forward as if he owned the place. His purple hooves skated across the carpet as he glided towards me. 

“Ammah, cousin,” the fiend chirped. He clapped his furry claws together. “How good to see you.”

“Sashur.” I fairly spat the word. The very taste of it rolled over my tongue, like something oily and foul. “Cousin, how good to see you.” 

I remained crouched behind the counter, not daring to allow this loathsome creature to see my swollen belly, nor to partake of my ripe breasts. He was clad in a robe of shimmering crimson, almost like a kimono. The wide sleeves fell back as he raised his arms, while the folds of the top opened just slightly to reveal a plump middle. His round hips were framed, rather deliciously I had to admit, by the thin material that allowed me a peek at his full thigh. 

“Ammah, it’s been so long,” he said. “Come and give your dear cousin a hug.” He held out his arms, his claws stretched wide to receive me. 

“Oh no,” I growled. “I’m not falling for that again.” 

He recoiled as if struck. “Why Ammah, whatever do you mean?”

I clapped my hands to my rump. “Where is he, Sashur? Where’s your brother, Bantur? You two are joined at the hip in more ways than one.” I thrust a finger accusingly at the djinn. “Come out, demon. I know you’re here.”

“My goodness.” Sashur folded an arm across his narrow chest and cupped his chin with his hand. His golden eyes were encased in black eyeshadow as he smiled so sweetly. “Was the time at the lake that traumatic?”

“Traumatic?” I squawked. “You two pinned me down and… and…” My face flushed brilliant crimson at the memory. 

Sashur only chuckled, his voice like tinkling glass. “Oh that was a fun trip, cousin. I seem to remember it fondly.”

I stared red hate at the smirking demon. “What do you want?” I said at last. 

“Just to see my dear cousin, that’s all.” Sashur smiled and shrugged. “Your mother sends his love as well. He hasn’t heard from you in so long. You really should call more often.”

“You leave mom out of this,” I snarled. 

Before I had a chance to attack, Fereya’s voice chimed from the back. 

“Ammah,” she said with a laugh. “Did you meet this djinn? Why, he looks just like you.”

If I could have seen my face, surely it would have been the color of pea soup. I turned from Sashur to spot Fereya approaching, a very pregnant djinn on her arm. He was the very image of Sashur, but clad in blue instead of red. His hair was worn in a series of long braids that were bound by silver rings. His swollen belly distended beyond the confines of his kimono to reveal a silver navel ring with a shard of raw jet inserted into the band. His breasts, not quite as big as mine, still wobbled with the promise of fresh milk. My mouth watered just to gaze upon those perfect orbs. Quickly shaking my head, I furrowed my brow at the laughing parasite attached to my betrothed. 

“Bantur,” I hissed. “How are you?”

“Full,” he said, patting his belly. 

“Your brother does good work,” I grumbled. 

“Oh now, don’t be like that,” he replied, waving his claw at me. “Oh, I did meet this most lovely troll in the back. Uh, what was your name, dear?”

“Fereya,” my love said. “Ammah, he’s so charming.”

My fingers tapped on the counter top, while my tail curled up over my head like a scorpion’s sting. “Yeah, charming like a snake.”

Bantur, his arm hooked into Fereya’s elbow, only laughed. “Ignore him, dear. Ammah was always such a spoil-sport.”

“Indeed, brother,” said Sashur. “Absolutely no fun at all.”

“Why can’t you two leave?” I whimpered. 

Fereya looked to Bantur and then to Sashur. “Ammah, these two look exactly like you. I don’t know many djinn, but you three could be related.”

My ears drooped as my guts turned to water. “We are.”

“We’re his cousins,” Bantur chuckled to Fereya. “But, what does that make you?”

“Me?” the troll said. “Why, I’m--”

“She’s a friend of mine,” I quickly shouted. Perhaps, too quickly by the way Bantur’s eyes began to narrow. 

“That so?” he said in a low purr. His fingers rose to graze her chin, tilting her face up to his. “Then, would you give me a kiss, fair one?”

Fereya’s cheeks blossomed scarlet as Bantur’s purple lips inched ever closer. Just as his mouth was grazing hers, I suddenly shot up from the counter. 

“Now that’s enough, Bantur,” I shrieked. “You let her go, right now.” My claws were curled so tightly into fists that my hands shook at my sides. My ears were plastered against my head, such was my rage at that moment. Then, it struck me. 

Instantly, hot anger was replaced with an icy chill. I had stood up, revealing my pregnant belly. The air was silent as a tomb as my jaw fell slack. My golden eyes grew to the size of saucers as I slowly, painfully, turned to see Sashur grinning. His lips peeled back from his fangs to show every tooth in his head. His eyes glittered like a serpent’s and I could see my gravid middle reflected in those golden orbs. 

“Ammah,” he whispered. “Is that? Are you?”

“I-It’s not what it looks like,” I threw up my hands and stammered. “I um, I had a big lunch? I’ve been putting on weight. Don’t come near me!”

I screamed as the djinn slithered across the carpet. His nimble hands shot for my belly. My skin crawled at his touch, his slimy grip caressing my bare middle with unabashed glee. 

“You say it’s nothing,” he giggled. “But I feel a kick. Brother, come and feel it with me.” 

Bantur slipped from Fereya’s side and joined Sashur. I was pinned between my cousins as they squirmed over the counter, hands groping my belly. 

“Oh ho, your mother will be overjoyed to hear about this,” Sashur squealed. 

“Indeed,” said Bantur. He pressed his belly against mine. “Aunt Fatmah will just be ecstatic.”

Their hands swirled around my swollen belly, claws gently scratching at my brown flesh. Carefully, their questing hands would slip beneath my blouse, seeking my pendulous breasts. 

“Ah, cousin,” Sashur’s voice was a wet, thick purr in my ear. “I am so glad to see you’ve joined us.”

“Yes,” added Bantur. His lips grazed my ear lobe, sending ripples down my spine. “Welcome to the family at last, dear cousin.”

Despite my apprehension, I felt myself weakening beneath their sensual tortures. My belly heaved, my breathing growing from panicked bursts to slow, rasping gasps as a hot kernel of passion was growing within me. My trembling claws sought the counter as I fell back, bracing myself against the slab of faux oak and plywood. 

“We need to do something special for you, cousin,” Sashur rasped in my ear. His fingers plucked at the buttons of my blouse. 

“Yes,” Bantur replied, nibbling my ear. “Something very special.”

“P-Please,” I whimpered. “Just go.”

“But we only just arrived,” Sashur said. Surely, you wouldn’t toss out family?”

His hand cupped my breast, fingers swirling up and plunging deep into the dark cleft of my cleavage. Finding my bra, he slipped beneath the lacy, pink cotton. I let out a cry as his fingers found my bumpy areola. The flesh had grown to the size of a saucer, so bloated had my breasts become. My nipple was a firm bud jutting from that bumpy field and I should not have been surprised that my sweet cousin found it almost immediately. Not to be outdone, Bantur was quick to seize my other breast. 

“My word,” Sashur chuckled. His finger flicked my nipple, sending an electric thrill racing up my spine. My back arched as I let out a mewling cry. “So sensitive.”

“Indeed, brother,” Bantur said. “Why, I’m almost jealous.” His hand came to caress my long, furry ear. “But, I know what a djinn really likes.”

His slender, pink tongue slid from his lips to lick at my furry lobe. Instantly, I crumpled as he slithered like a fat leech to plunge into my ear canal. Sashur licked his lips and joined in the feast. His mouth popped wetly in my ear as his warm, soft tongue swirled in my head. My vision swam and I could not help but moan whorishly. 

“Oh… O-Oh…” I heard myself groaning. “P-Please…”

“Please what?” Sashur asked. His fingers circled my areola.

With tears streaming down my cheeks, I answered, “M-More.”

I was trapped in the clutches of my wicked, but so wonderful cousins. What could I do against this evil duo and there perfect, rapturous torture?

“Um, so should I just be going then?”

At once, the pair pulled themselves from my dripping ears to gaze at Fereya. 

“I almost forgot about her,” said Bantur. “Ammah, seriously, who is she?”

“S-She’s my--”

“I’m his fiance.” the troll snapped. 

A pin would have made a clatter in the shop, such was the quiet. The twins looked to each other and then to me. 

“Ammah,” gasped Sashur. “You mean, you’re in a relationship with someone outside your species?”

Bantur thrust  clawed finger at Fereya’s belly. “Look, brother. Her belly, she’s pregnant.”

“Y-Yes,” Fereya replied, crossing her arms over her stomach. “I’m having Ammah’s child. What of it?”

“Cousin,” chirped Sashur. “This is amazing. Not even Bantur or myself had the courage to mate outside of our kind.”

“You two only mate with each other,” I grumbled. I was starting to come back around. 

The twins yanked me out from behind the counter. 

“Oh, this calls for a celebration.” Sashur leapt to Fereya. Grasping her by the shoulders, he shoved the pregnant troll into me. 

“Fereya,” I whispered as Sashur closed back in. “I’ll get us out of this.”

Instead, Fereya’s arms circled my neck. “Ammah,” she said in a quiet lilt. Her fuschia eyes smoldered like two coals as she placed her black lips to mine. “I have to make a confession.”

“W-What’s that?” A feeling of dread welled up in my stomach. 

Fereya nuzzled my ear as my cousins folded their arms around us. Something hard prodded at my lower belly and I did not have to turn my gaze down to know that the troll’s purple cock had escaped its prison. 

“Group stuff turns me on.” Her voice was thick and husky in my ear. My heart pounded just to hear her breathy gasp. 

My fate was sealed.