There he was, just as I had seen him yesterday and everyday before then. Stripped down to bare waist and wearing dark trousers that did little to hide his manly physique. The light breeze ruffled my blue sundress as I watched this perfect man, this god of bronze flesh made mortal. Dare I speak to him? His long stride carried him as effortlessly over the field as if he were a deer. I brought my trembling fingers to my lips, but I could not summon the courage to call his name. 

His name? 

Oh, if I could but recall his name. Foolish Rensel, I thought to myself. I had never spoken to him, how would I have known his name? As I cudgeled my silly brains, a shadow suddenly fell over me. I turned my gaze up to see him standing before me. His eyes were radiant glimmers on a field of shining bronze. A light sheen of sweat glistened the tight swell of his muscles as he extended a hand to me. 

“Hello,” a rich baritone spoke. “I am Lord Barison, the Duke of Moraine.”

My jaw quivered as I let my hat fall from my numbed fingers. The ribbons fluttering as it hit the grass. 

“I have noticed you from afar while on my daily runs,” he said. “You are most fetching.”

The heat rose to my cheeks, flushing them scarlet before receding to pool like hot coals in my belly.

“I-I am Lady Rensel,” I replied meekly. “I am the daughter of His Grace, the Lord Peirson.”

I began to look away from his noble giant, feeling so utterly foolish. Then his arms were about me, crushing me to him. My heart thundered in my chest as his lips met mine. His hands deftly stole to the back of my dress, undoing the clasps with a surgeon’s precision. My milky white skin glowed in the afternoon sun as the garment slipped from my slender frame. His hands then trailed the curve of my hips, settling into the warm, moist regions of my womanhood.

“Oh, do stop,” I moaned. “I-It’s unseemly. My governess said--”

“To Hell with your governess and all of society,” he cried. “I want you now.”

“Oh, my Lord Barison.”

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My ears pricked up as a bell chimed. Puffing my cheeks out, I blew a puff of consternation and slid the worn paperback onto the shelf. 

“Always when I get to the good part,” I huffed. To the dog-eared tome, I said, “You stay right there. I’ll be back for you later.”

Stooping down so that my round belly was scraping the floor, I grunted and strained to scoop up a stack of books. 

“I am getting too fat for this,” I wheezed, my aching back creaking as I stood upright. 

The books balanced on my pregnant belly, I waddled down the aisle and made my way towards the front counter. 

“I’m coming,” I called. “I was just stocking the shelves.”

Coming up to the counter, I sat the books down and gave my belly a pat. The life within me shifted softly, bringing a smile to my black lips. I was dressed in a simple grey sweater and a long skirt of blue. My lips and eyelids were painted black today. I was feeling a little goth, you know. Giving the glasses perched on my button nose a slight adjustment, I whirled about and clapped my clawed hands together. 

“Welcome to the Wind-Up Rocket, I’m Ammah. Is this your first time? I just got in some new figures, they’re super popular right no--”

The words died as my tongue clove to the roof of my mouth. Standing before me was not a lord of bronze, but a goddess wrought in silver. Her fur was a soft, shimmering blue-grey and her eyes were two platters of purest silver. They shone with a liquid beauty, entrancing, hypnotic. Her hair was raven black and done up in a style that reminded me of a geisha. Her lips were also black like mine and two incisors protrude from beneath a twitching, pink nose. She was a rat, a sverneblik. I had seen a few in my time, but not many. Like the djinn, they were not a very populous race in this area. The rat woman turned her gaze on me and I could feel myself wither. Nimble, pink hands tipped with black nails played along the ripe swell of her full, heavy breasts that were barely contained beneath a black tank top with a design of a skull in spray paint. Straining against a black denim skirt were a pair of hips that brought tears to my eyes. Her shapely thighs were stuffed into a pair of fishnet stockings which terminated into open-toed heels of black leather. In short, she was everything I wanted.

The rat woman smiled and came towards me, her long tail swishing with each step. When she spoke it was as if a silver bell tinkled. 

“Hello there,” she giggled. “I must say this is not my first time, though I have never been to your shop before.”

“Uh,” I began to stammer. “O-Okay then. Well, let me know if you see anything you like.”

Her silver eyes flashed. “I see something right here.”

Her nimble fingers lit on my gravid belly, slithering up under my sweater to tickle my swollen flesh. 

“H-Hey,” I cried and stumbled backwards into the counter. “What are you doing?”

The rat pressed her assault. “Oh, I had heard stories, but this is too much.” Her hand grabbed my wrist. “I see the ring she gave you. Naughty girl.” 

I tried to shove my assailant back, but she came in closer. Her breath smelled faintly of apricot and her breasts were so soft and warm against my belly. I licked my lips and whimpered as I felt my tender nipples growing hard against her fur. 

“Come on now,” she whispered. “Haven’t you heard that the customer is always right?”

Her voice poured into my ear like a dark wine. I was intoxicated by her. She slipped my shirt up to reveal my heavy, pregnant belly and my wobbling milky breasts, cupped within a leopard print bra. 

“How adorable,” she purred. 

Before I could cry out, she yanked my skirt down to my ankles. 

The rat woman chuckled and my ears pricked up as I felt something hard brushing against my lower belly. 

“Well, that is impressive,” she said. “But I have something better.” She hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her skirt, her expression turning evil. “I have a demon inside me, did you know that?”

Then she pulled her skirt down to reveal two rigid stalks of purple flesh. My golden eyes widened in a mix of shock and wonderment. 

“You have two,” I almost screeched. 

Yes, twin heads stood like angry serpents, each glistening with a bead of dew, ready to release their sweet venom. The rat woman flung herself on me. I struggled to escape, but she pinned me to the counter, with my ass thrust outward. My skin jumped as her nails scratched down my back, sending tingles up my spine. Her fingers traveled to my fat ass and dug deep, spreading my cheeks wide. 

“I have a demon in me,” she hissed, her breath hot on my neck. “And now I’m going to put one in you. Do you want that?”

“N-No,” I whimpered. 

I tried to fight her off, but she was too strong. I could feel her laughing behind me. 

“Now, is that all?” she chuckled. “You’re not putting up much of a fight. You know, I hear that you like being bound up. Is that true?” Her body pressed against me, her nipples like firm spikes in my shoulders. “You like being overpowered, Ammah?” Her hand came to my belly and she slowly rubbed the heavy orb. “You like this belly? You want to be bigger?”

Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes as the rat woman continued to torture me. And yet, my cock was so hard it was about to explode. A heady concoction of fear and pleasure welled up inside me. 

“Tell me you want it,” she moaned and gripped my ass hard. “Tell me.”

“I-I want it,” I sobbed. “I want it so bad.”

I really did want it. My shaft was straining against my underwear.
Down came the matching panties and her twin rods impaled me, blasting the air from my lungs. I grabbed the countertop and shrieked as I ground my cock into the cool glass. Her wily fingers found my breast and effortlessly popped the heaving orb from its cup. 

“Oh, so firm and full,” she cooed. “You must be so sensitive.”

Her fingers twisted the hard nub of flesh, bringing forth a stream of white to dribble onto the counter.

“You like this, don’t you,” she groaned. She clamped her talons down hard on my breast, causing milk to squirt from between her fingers. “You want me to put a demon in you too. Fill you up. Force that belly to swell bigger and bigger.”

I could not breathe enough to even whine a reply. Her cocks pulsed like the pistons of some wonderful engine, each moving in a rhythm all their own. Her arm hooked under my thigh and lifted my leg up, slamming me into the counter. Her hips bucked up, driving her twin sticks of love deep into my core. I shuddered and let a stream of my own cum splatter onto the glass. 

“A-Ah,” I moaned. “I’m making such a mess.”

Her face was beside mine as she leaned into me. “Such a bad boy. I’ll have to punish you for that.” Her lips brushed my ear. “I know your secret place. She told me.” 

Her breath whispered into my ear, sending ripples down my spine. 

“N-No, not my e-ears,” I whimpered. 

A djinn’s ears are his most sensitive areas. The rat’s warm, rough tongue slithered into my ear like a fat leech, sucking and twirling. My head hit the counter as I sobbed out another moan. Slowly, her little, pink hands worked my belly, rubbing and circling. At times she would carefully squeeze my distended abdomen, but only enough to get the little one to buffet my insides with a flurry of kicks. I slumped against the now well soiled counter. This woman was a technician of unparalleled skill.

She moved her head from my ear and I summoned the strength to turn, panting, and plant my lips to hers. Our tongues melded in a wondrous dance as our bodies jostled in time to some heavenly beat. Her two shafts swelled inside me, pressing against me in a delectably painful and yet satisfying sensation. Faster, she pumped, her rhythm driving those pistons into me hard. My womb was opening, quivering in anticipation to lap up the thick, rich seed that those bloated orbs dangling between her soft thighs must contain. I could feel myself growing slack, melting into my strange new lover. 

Her hand fell to my round belly and I placed mine atop hers. Like two lovers, we felt the life moving within me and for a moment, I was overcome with the desire to take her into me, to grow ripe and round like a delicious fruit. To spread our seeds all over the world. Yes, I wanted to grow as big and as pregnant as I could. I wanted her to put a demon into me as well. I imagined my belly quaking with the joyful song of new life. How I would let my mouth sing out in chorus as the product of our union would tear itself free into the world. Then, gasping, my belly deflated, I would beg my demoness to bless me with another and another. 

Releasing my hold on her sweet mouth, I fell onto the counter and readied myself for what was to come. 

“I-It’s almost time,” she grunted. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “I’m ready.”

My mouth curled into a stupid grin. Then I opened my eyes to see two fuschia flames burning into my soul. 

“Fereya!” I shrieked. 

My brown skin became bone white as I saw the troll standing in the doorway. She was wearing her work shirt and a green skirt. Her own pregnant belly distended out in front of her like a torpedo as she sped right for me. 

“N-Now this isn’t what you think,” I stammered with one tit hanging free and the rat woman still wedged inside me.

“Oh, I know what this is,” snarled the troll. “I know all too well, Ceri.”

Ceri? Who was that? Instantly, the rat woman pulled out of me with a wet pop and wrapped her arm around my neck, dragging me into her bosom. Her teeth flashed as she stepped back with a hiss. 

“It’s not fair, Fereya,” she snapped. “You never share your toys. Even when we were babies, you never shared.”

Fereya put her hands to her wide hips. “I told you Ammah was off limits.”

“But come on, Fereya,” the rat woman whined. “He’s such a cute little preggy-boy. How could I resist?”

Letting out a sigh, Fereya shook her head and gave an exasperated smile. “He is that.” Then turning to me, she said, “Well, no sense keeping it a secret. Ammah, meet my friend Ceri.”

“Um, hi.” My voice was muffled by Ceri’s breasts. 

“I see you two have already gotten to know one another,” the troll said. “I had planned to introduce you two, but I see Ceri could not wait.”

Struggling to disengage my face from Ceri’s pillows, I pushed the rat back with my elbows and looked at Fereya. “So, you two know each other?”

Fereya rolled her eyes. “You could say that. We’ve been together since we were in diapers.”

A mischievous grin on her lips, Ceri let go of me and glided to the troll. “Now don’t be like that, Fereya.” 

She slung her arms about the troll’s neck and my ears shot straight up as she kissed Fereya full on the lips. More surprising, Fereya returned that kiss with a loving passion.

“You really should tell him,” Ceri said.

With the rat still hanging onto her, Fereya looked at me. “We’ve been more than close, you could say. Uh, Ceri and I, well we have an intimate relationship.”

I was speechless. I had never felt so betrayed, but then my thoughts turned to Frellick. I suppose I got what I deserved. 

Ceri’s hand fell to Fereya’s belly and began to gently rub the swollen ball. “When I learned about the adorable preggy-boy who knocked up my dear Fereya, well, I just had to see what the fuss was about.” Her long teeth flashed as she laughed. “And I was not disappointed.”

Tugging my ear, I looked to Fereya and then Ceri and back again. “So now what?”

Fereya’s slender tail flicked about. “I guess, whatever.”

“What do you mean by that?” Ceri pushed herself from Fereya and took a step back. Her twins sagged down to mid-thigh. “We’ve both been with Ammah now. I’d say he needs to choose.”

Choose? Choose what? 

As if reading my thoughts, the rat woman turned to me, her silver eyes shimmering. “If Fereya gets to have you,” she grabbed my hand with the ring on it, “then I do too. That means you need to choose.”

“C-Choose what?” My ears drooped to my shoulders under her gaze.

“Choose which of us is going to be the number one wife, of course.”

I saw Fereya bristle at the rat’s words. “I am the number one, Ceri. There’s no choosing to be done.”

Ceri laughed and flew back to me. Her fingers slid down both of my ears, causing my tail to wag. “Oh, I would not be so sure. I think Ammah prefers me better. Isn’t that right, sweetie?”

She gently scratched the inside of my ear and I melted. “Y-Yesshh,” I mumbled.

“Frankly, Fereya,” Ceri continued. “When I found him, the poor thing was in such a state. So bloated and tight. He hadn’t had a good fuck or a good milking in so long.” Her lower lip stuck out in a pout. “Why, you mustn’t think of him at all.” Her lips then curled up into a grin. “But, I can.”

The corner of Fereya’s eye twitched and for a moment, I thought she’d spew a stream of hellfire at us. 

“Very well,” she growled, stomping towards me. “We’ll just see who Ammah prefers.” Her hand crushed down around my arm like a vice. “Come on, Ammah. You’re closing the shop early today.”

She dragged me, stumbling and kicking, my underwear dangling around on ankle towards the stairs leading to my apartment.


“Fereya,” I pleaded. “Where are you taking me?”

“We’re going to the bedroom.” Her answer was grim and full of purpose. “And I am going to prove that I am your number one wife, even if I have to make you scream it to the very heavens.”

My fate was sealed. I was to be put to the screws by these two beautiful demons. Should I have been happy or terrified? The door to my place yawned open. I was about to find out.

