The warm scents of cheese and pepperoni hung thick in the air. Their cloying aroma, combined with that special tomato sauce that I just adored, compelled me up from the sofa. Rising like a bloated leviathan, I stretched the kinks in my lower back and began my arduous task of waddling into the kitchen. My purple hooves scuffed across the carpet, my poor ankles screaming at me to return to the relative safety of my couch. But no! I was a djinn on a mission, nay a quest! 

“Pizza time,” I said to the large orb of brown flesh which distended from my middle. My belly fluttered, making me place a hand over my swollen stomach. “Oh, yeah, you know it too.”

Within my gravid belly, the faint flutters of my unborn kicked out, pressing against my palm with a series of rapid taps. My ears lowered and I could not help but offer a small, contented smile. As I made my way towards the kitchen, I paused to touch the arcane cube which sat on a small table by the door leading to the stairs. Instantly, my upper story apartment was bathed in a low, silvery glow that spilled across the beige carpet, setting it to sparkle like the bejeweled sands of the desert. 

“Hmm, bejeweled sands,” I mused, tapping my cheek with a clawed finger. I turned to the narrow hall leading my office. “I should write that one down. Never know when I might use it.” My long, dragon-like tail swished behind me as I pondered my next tale. “Oh, but I’ll get to it later. I mean, it’s not like anyone really reads the stuff I write anyway.”

Outside, the sun was just dipping below the horizon of the city. The lumin crystals which sat ensconced in their iron braziers all day soaking up the sunlight were now coming to life, bathing the mithril streets with a soft orange radiance. The sky was streaked with bands of gold and blue, orange and deep pink as day faded into evening. It was that special time, the shop below was closed for the night, the books slumbering away on their shelves, while I was free to finally kick back. 

“Oh, yeah, it’s Friday,” I chirped and resumed my trek. “Friday night, pizza time. It’s the best time of the week.”

The open pizza box sat atop the kitchen table, the heavenly aroma of melting cheese set my mouth to water as I snatched up a plate from the cupboard. 

“Extra large, with cheese and pepperoni,” I said. “And a free bottle of soda tossed in.”

My black lips curled into a sly grin. The soda had been, let’s say, a gift. It helps that I knew the pizza boy. Of course, it may have helped more that I was clad in little more than a sports bra and a pair of athletic shorts that left half my fat, round ass hanging out. The poor thing, he never knew what hit him when I answered the door.

“Oh my,” I had said to him. 

He stared, dumbstruck, his eyes wide as I leaned forward. My ripe breasts, practically sloshing with milk, jiggled freely as I stuck a  finger to my wet, glistening lips. 

“Why, it’s so much bigger than I had expected.” My swollen belly hung low like a brown fruit, ripe and ready to be plucked. “Oh, what if I can’t take it all in?” As I spoke, I wiggled my wide hips, setting my full thighs to tremble seductively. “What ever am I to do?”

“I-I could offer you a soda,” squeaked the hapless pizza boy. “N-Normally, it’s an extra five bucks, but um, for you, I could maybe add it for free.”

My ears pricked up. My golden eyes blade to life as I clapped my claws together. “You would?” I smiled. “Such a gentleman, you are. How on earth can I thank you?”

The pizza boy gulped, unsure of how to respond, so I responded for him. My slender arms shot for his neck, hugging him to my bare, gravid belly. His face plunged deep into my cleavage so that I felt his hot, panting breath between my milk heavy tits. His hands shook so, that I feared he would drop my precious prize onto the concrete. Just as quickly, I shoved him back. His face was twisted into a stupid grin, his eyes shining. 

“I’ll just take this,” I said, grasping the box from his numb fingers. “Oh, and the soda. Say, what do I owe you?”

“Uh, n-nothing,” he stammered. 

“Oh good,” I replied. “Well, consider that a tip then.”

I spun around, giving him a rather ample view of my fat butt and flicked my tail. Leaving the still awestruck pizza boy at the door, I slammed the door and clambered back up the stairs. But, that was then and this was pizza time. I rubbed my palms together, licking my lips as I went for my first hot slice. Piling up my plate, I staggered from the kitchen. 

“Pizza in hand, now to see what is on the crystalline viewer.”

I fell back into the cushions of the sofa and grabbed the remote. The dull, greenish shard of magic crystal flickered to life, filling the empty space with warbling color. As the scene focused, I saw the shimmering waters of a forested lake coming into view. 

“Oh, I love this one,” I said. “Hmm, is the second or third though?”

I shrugged and began to bring the steaming slice to my lips as the masked killer burst into the cabin. 

“Hmmph,” I muttered, stuffing my hungry maw. My cheeks puffy, I mumbled, “It’s the third one. Definitely.”

I swallowed the first bite and chomped down again, only to have my lips tear open in a howl of pain. 

“Yeee!” I screamed as steaming pepperoni plopped down on my breast. “Pepperoni on the titty! Whoo! That’s hot!” My claw scrabbled for the burning disk, peeling it from my reddened skin. “Well, that was a bummer.” I gazed at the two wobbling mounds perch above my belly. “I can’t wait for you two to shrink back down.” Honestly, since I got pregnant, all I ever seemed to do was spill food down my cleavage. My golden gaze wandered to my belly. My plate sat neatly atop that chocolate mound, perfectly in line with my claw. “I suppose there are some benefits,” I laughed. 

Chewing happily, my musings were soon interrupted. I had not gotten beyond the opening credits when from outside the open window, there came a knock from the street. My ears pricked up and my mouth formed a grimace. 

“Now who could that be?” I grumbled. Placing my pizza down on the coffee table, I shoved my gravid frame from the sofa and lumbered to the window. 

Imagine my surprise when I spied a tawny figure pacing about outside the shop. Its tail was long and slender, tufted at the end with a puff of golden-brown fur. They appeared to be dressed in a thin leather jacket which did little to conceal the soft orbs of their full breasts, nor I should add, the swell of an obviously pregnant belly. The figure must have noticed me watching, for they turned their gaze to the window, providing me a glimpse of fuschia eyes and the glint of gold on their nose. It was a troll. A pregnant troll. 

“Fereya?” I cried. My tail wagged behind me. “Oh, Fereya came to visit. But wait!” I darted for my phone. Thumbing the screen, I searched the call log, then my texts. “Hmm, normally she would have called me or maybe texted. So, what’s going on?”

I sat my phone down and made my way downstairs. The mysterious troll was pressed up against the front door, their breath steaming up my glass as I made my way to the front of the darkened shop. The troll’s eyes lit up as they spotted my approach, their mouth spreading into a fangy grin. 

“Oh hello,” the troll said as I opened the door. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. “I was hoping you would answer. 

Now that I could see him more closely, the resemblance to my fiancee was uncanny. His fur was the same tan with flecks of gold, while his fuschia eyes swirled with hidden mischief. Like all of his kind, he was a hermaphrodite. His belly, a testament to that fact. My eyes fell to that swollen orb. His gravid hump peered out from beneath the confines of a black and red striped tee shirt. The navel had distended into a small mound that begged me to caress it. My gaze wandered down the swell of his belly to his wide, round hips. A black leather skirt clung tight to his frame, seeming to reveal more than conceal, the ripe bulge of his overworked male sex. For an instant, my eyes widened and I felt a hunger for more than just the pizza cooling upstairs. His legs, thick, shapely and so much like Fereya’s, tapered down to a pair of elegant black, leather sandals. 

“May I come in?” I heard him ask. 

I gave a start and wrenched my eyes up, pausing only for a moment to drink in those full, milky breasts which wobbled above his belly. His throat was sinewy and slender, rising up to a narrow, if boxy chin. His lips were full and painted a deep blue, framed by a pair of white tusks that pushed his lips out into a perfect pout  that made me smack my own lips as I continued to draw my eyes up his face. His nose glinted with the sheen of gold from the ring that was inserted into his nostrils. The delicate runes carved into that golden band resembled Fereya’s so much so, that I had to wonder about where this troll came from. But, his eyes! They shone a vibrant purple in the dull glow of the streetlights, capturing my very soul  and holding it in their intoxicating gaze. 

“May I come in,” he said, not as a question, but as a command. 

My knees trembled as I stared into those fuschia orbs. “W-Well, we’re closed,” I stammered. Finding my flagging resolve, I coughed and said, “I’m sorry, but could you come back tomorrow?”

The troll frowned. “Oh, but it would only be for a moment.” he thrust a blue lip out in a pout that made my pulse race. “Please,” he whined. “I came so far, just for this shop.”

His voice poured into my ear like a heady wine, making my head swim. 

“Oh, well,” I replied. My ears drooped and I clutched my bicep. “I guess since you came all this way… B-But, only for a bit okay?”

The troll fairly cheered. “Oh wonderful. Thank you, Ammah.” 

As he scooted through the door, I shot him a glance. How did he know my name?

Before I could get my answer, the troll whirled on me, his eyes locking onto mine. 

“Um, can I help you?” I asked. Sweat prickled the back of my neck as he sidled up close. The warmth of his fur tickled my bare flesh, raising goose pimples along my skin. “Any genre that you are interested in? Science fiction? Fantasy? I-I have quite a collection of romance novels if you prefer.”

“Romance,” his voice was a breathless whisper. Suddenly, his arms were around my neck, his furry body pressing into my own. “Oh yes, Ammah. I am very much interested in romance.”

His breath was hot and wet against my cheek. My throat constricted as I licked my lips. “H-How do you know my name?”

He leaned close, so very close. His hot breath blew into my ear, making me tremble as his blue lips nuzzled my sensitive lobe. “I know all about you, Ammah.” His hand traced down the swell of my pregnant belly. 

I let out a muffled groan as his fingers spread across my chocolate orb. My heart quickened as the troll caressed my lower belly, his fingers deliciously close to the waistband of my shorts. 

“Your skin is perfect,” he whispered. “Not a single mark. How do you do it?”

“C-Coco butter.” My lips quavered under his sweet torture. “I-I really think you should st--”

“Do you like bellies?” he suddenly asked. 

“Do I like what?” My ears swiveled around as I looked the mad creature directly in the eye. 

He smiled with those plump, mouthwatering blue lips. “I said,” and he proceeded to punctuate every word by swirling his clawed finger around my navel. “Do. You. Like. Bellies?”

“I-I,” my voice came out in a dry squeak. 

“I love bellies,” the troll replied. His voice oozed like a rich, thick syrup, dripping with a liquid intensity that made my cock twitch. “I love big, fat, pregnant bellies.” Again, his fingers slid gently up my swollen stomach, the nails scratching so delightfully against my bare flesh. 

“Ngh,” I sighed. “I love bellies.” My resolve was draining rapidly. I was becoming a thrall to this strange, beautiful creature and I could not care less.

“I like your belly,” he said. “It’s so big and smooth.”

I let out a gasp, suddenly aware that I was practically half-naked this entire time. Crimson blossomed in my cheeks as the troll reached for the hem of his shirt. 

“Do you like my belly?” he asked, lifting his shirt to his breasts. 

The shaggy fur brushed against my swollen belly, tickling my brown skin in such a delightful manner that I bit my lower lip and sighed through my nose. His blue lips glistened wetly in the light of the fading sun, which streamed through the windows of the shop. The scent of vanilla and lavender met my nostrils as the troll leaned in. My golden gaze was filled with the flashing of purple as his enchanting eyes filled my vision. His warm, round belly pressed into my own, setting our collective broods to flutter in protest. 

“Ngh,” I grunted, a sharp kick striking my kidney. “U-Uhhh... “

“Oh, so lively,” the troll moaned. His long, slender tail curled behind him. His arms wrapped around my neck. “Do you wish to touch my belly?”

“Oh,” my voice was a moan that surprised even me as it poured from my lips. “Oh, yes.” 

My trembling claws rose from my sides, finding the smooth leather of his skirt. His hips thrilled me, so wide and firm. My palms cupped his ripe buttocks, filling with the soft meat of his fat ass. The troll’s eyes fell closed, snuffing out that hypnotizing fuchsia radiance as he moaned in delight. My claws continued to rise, finding his waist, then the softness of his fur. My hands spread across his belly, swirling over the swollen orb of his gravid middle. 

“Mmm,” he purred. “Ammah, you feel divine. Oh, but my belly does ache for your touch. Don’t be gentle.” His hands fell over my own. “Please,” he whispered, his lips grazing mine. “Take me fiercely. Make me beg for mercy.” 

My mouth opened, trembling as his lips pressed closer. The sweet taste of his breath flooded my mouth as my claws dug hard into his belly. 

“Oh… Oh…” he moaned. His blue lips were pressed out in a pout, a sweet chalice that begged me to partake from that honeyed cup. 

“Ammah,” he asked, his mouth so dangerously close to mine. “I wish to kiss you.”

“You wish to kiss me?” I gasped. 

The troll’s ears pricked up. “Why, thank you for asking. I’d love to.”

The troll shivered and his mouth pounced. My ears shot straight up as our mouths met in a kiss that drove the breath from my lungs. Fortunately, the troll was more than eager to fill me with his sweet essence. My knees buckled together, forcing me to lean into him. My knuckles were white as I gripped his pregnant belly hard, pressing my stomach into him as I claimed his mouth. My jaws parted, his tongue darting over my fangs. He took my head in his hands. His fingers caressing my cheeks as his tongue slithered along the roof of my mouth. My own tongue lashed out like a serpent, slipping beneath his to explore his gums. His fangs were smooth, as if carved of marble. The two prominent tusks that framed his lips I curled my tongue around, sliding down his jaw. 

The troll’s body surrendered, opening to me. His legs parted and my hands fell to the hem of his skirt. The short garment strained as his cock swelled with new vigor, calling for me to reach out. My hands slid down his tawny legs, finding them strong and firm. Good solid legs, I thought. Breeding legs. My mouth pulled from his lips to descend along his chin, attacking his graceful throat. The troll’s head tilted back, offering himself to me. As I met his throat with my honeyed kisses, my claws did reach at last beneath his skirt. His leg rose, the thigh hooking around my hip, the motion pulling his skirt up to expose his round ass. My hands slid up, fingertips caressing the pear-sized globes of his bloated testicles. My ears twitched, for the troll was not wearing any underwear. 

“I’ve come prepared,” came the low, sultry chuckle.

“I see,” I whispered. 

My fingers slid from his balls to find the tight, wet slit of his vagina. His flower bloomed at my touch. The fleshy petals opened, their fragrant dew dripping down his thigh as my fingers spread his blossom open. The troll whimpered as I pressed into him, my fingers sliding effortlessly into his hot pussy. His cock bulged, falling free from the confines of his skirt. That majestic, purple tower jabbed my lower belly as it rose and I could not help but be reminded of my dear Fereya. My own rod strained against my shorts, eager to join its throbbing companion. The troll sensed my growing arousal, his hands flying to the waistband of my shorts. His fingers dipped into my skimpy shorts, sliding them down my wide hips in one smooth motion. My panties followed, falling down my thighs so that my hardening manhood now ascended like a dark spear. The velvet tip glimmered with a bead of dew, the veins crossing over the taut flesh like ivy. The troll’s hand curled around my cock, stroking slowly. With his thumb, he gently pressed against my tip, sliding down my shaft and then back up. 

“O-Oh…” I groaned. 

My fingers pierced his core, striking his quivering center. The troll’s moans joined with me in a chorus of swelling lust that filled the very room. Our bodies hungered and we would feast. My mouth found his shoulder and I bit into the tawny flesh as my other hand slid up his belly to take hold of a soft, ripe breast. The troll cried out and he shot for the strap of my bra. Down, the garment fell from my shoulder. A fat, brown tit flopped free, the dark areola like a bumpy saucer, topped with a hard bud of erect flesh. His fingers spread across my areola, closing together around my nipple, pinching, squeezing. Pain and pleasure raced up my spine, making my gravid body shudder. 

“Does this feel good?” he asked. 

His fingers rubbed my sensitive nipple between them. My tongue clove the roof of my mouth as I fought the urge to scream my elation. 

“A-Ah, yes,” I panted. My claw flew to his neck, bracing my heavy body as he tortured me so wonderfully. “Mmm, more.”

“Yes, Ammah,” he sighed. “Yes, so much more.”

I yanked his skirt up, his fat cheeks swelling behind him as his bare ass filled my palm. My cock pulsed, urging me to take this fertile, wanting creature. My heart thundered against my ribs, my brain aflame with the desire to breed. My belly heaved as I fought for breath. At last, I could take no more. I seized his wrist, ripping his devilish hand from my nipple. 

“No,” I growled. “Not here.”

A look of alarm crossed the troll’s features. I gazed into those familiar, fuschia eyes. The golden glint of his nose ring made my heart flutter with a dim, distant memory. 

“W-We should really take this upstairs.” My ears drooped slightly as a small, flirtatious grin played over my lips. 

“Oh, I agree,” the troll replied. “I would so love to see your home, Ammah.”

“How do you know my name?” I asked again. “You never really answered me before.

The troll chuckled. “Oh, I have my ways. But, where are my manners? I too have a name, you know. I am Engi.”

“Engi?” The name sounded familiar, but where had I heard it before? 

Alas, my question would have to remain unanswered, for the giggling creature was tugging me towards the stairs. 

“Come, Ammah,” he laughed. “We simply must hurry. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so very long.”