A Commission
Birthing Nightmare
Serperior Date

Dating can be so hard nowadays, even though various dating apps exist and there are thousands of girls online that are seeking a hookup. You are among thousands of men who flood a girl’s dm’s and mail, trying to give an impressive enough intro to merit a response from the woman. This oversaturation coupled with the strong pickiness a lot of these girls adapts to filter out these pigheaded men made getting a date a serious nightmare. Many have failed to reply after a few dm’s, others blocked you immediately.

But you kept on pushing through, clinging onto the hope that one of them would give you a shot. Dozens of blocks, snide comments about how creepy and bad you were, and many unanswered messages later, one of them replied to you. This wasn’t to say you were creepy, nor that you looked bad, you are actually rather handsome and good-natured, but people are extraordinarily judgmental. The internet allowed females to believe they held all the cards and they were holding out for Chris Evans. Either way, the one that showed interest in you was  Ein, a shemale serperior who was currently pregnant - all according to her profile.  Many men would stray away from either of those two, but even with these combined, you had no problem dating her. It was not just to judge a person by their genitalia and for all you knew, this could just be a one-night stand instead of an attempt to find a sugar daddy to hunker down with this baby momma-to-be. And, truth be told, she was rather stunning, sensually seductive, with piercing eyes, a smooth crisp sleek body, her curves… God, her entire essence was curves, not an inch of angles to her. And, really, she was a slithering sensual predator. Who wouldn’t be seduced by that?

Several messages were related between you and her, learning that she lives nearby in a well-established neighborhood and was willing to treat you to a very nice and pricey supper at her place. She was well-to-do and more than capable of raising the little ones on her own. You offer to take her out to dinner instead and splurge some money on her to make her feel loved on the first date. She was insistent on you coming over, stating “What I want to do to you is better done in private. Alone. You and me.” 
You agree to meet up with her in her McMansion located in Kellarny Rd. 
Once you two agreed to the date, you went to your bedroom to put on your fanciest clothes. Out came the dress slacks and the two thousand dollar blazer, coupled with a black bow tie and a white neckerchief tucked into the chest pocket. 
You have to look your best for this to go off well.

Taking a good look in the mirror, you comb your hair back and then take the keys to your sedan. Texting her that you were on your way, you got into the driver’s seat and turned on the ignition. You backed out of the driveway and began the half-hour drive to her place, and during the drive, your mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts. Was it worth it to go and drive all this way? Was she even going to answer the door? Was she even there? What if this was all a setup where you will get mugged or hurt? The temptation to turn around was strong, but you ignored your worries and kept on driving. After all, she was a stunner and well worth the risk, all the risks. 

There you were, in the fancy neighborhood of Elmington Grove. The houses here were pretty expensive, a testament to how well-established and wealthy your date was. Making your way to Kellarny Rd, you park in the wrap-around parking lot. 
Taking a deep breath, you turned the engine off and head your way to the front door. When you were there, you pressed the doorbell to hear a fancy chime. You looked here and there, your hands in your pockets while anticipation and worry overwhelmed you.
A silhouette appeared in the oval clouded glass along the front door. Your attention focuses on the buxom figure that became ever clearer, straightening your back and holding your breath in. The door unlocked with a loud clank, pulling open to reveal the very sensual female that you have seen in that PickMe profile. Immediately, your eyes dilated from the enthralling feast of the eyes that she provided. 
The sheer astonishment you have for her is obvious on your face, and by the look of it, she noticed it. She stood, well, stood is a loose word, more like, balanced on the lower half of her serpentine lower half,   studying your face, coyly allowing you to just soak in the impressive and monumental sight. 
You knew she was nine feet tall, but the number didn’t have much actual comparison. Seeing and experiencing such a towering figure is quite daunting… and immediately intoxicating. You came to wine and dine, but all those carefully laid plans were out the window the moment you encountered her in her full glory. Ein wasn’t just beautiful, nor ravishing, she was a goddess-given form – sleek, slender, sumptuous, seductive, sensational form. 
Standing a whopping nine feet in height, this shemale Serperior spanned the length of a school bus when measuring from tail to cute elongated smooth nose. Her serpentine skin shone greatly in the interior lighting of the room, her slitted eyes loaded with a desirous, captivating glow. Much of the height could be attributed to her body proper, those shapely, squishy body parts that were especially developed in the thighs. Inevitably, your eyes met her chest, her sizable, tantalizing chest. There was just one thing off about her rack, or to be exact, one-off thing that turned you on. 
There was a third mound that easily outsized the other two, a bulge so big that it was identical to you in proportions: right at six feet. This bulbous growth stretched out abundantly the red velvet dress that tightly conformed to her body, so much so that it was easy to see the little hands and appendages pressing against the rotund protrusion. It swiveled and wriggled by the second, almost like it was a gigantic, mutated heart. Your jaw dropped when taking the sight in, only breaking your gaze when hearing her say to you. 
“It’s rude to stare, darling.” Her voice dripping with playfulness. It was low, barely a whisper, but the words twisted like her sinuous body. 
Acting like you were just caught trying to cop a feel, you brought your hands upward with a guilty, surprised look on your face. “I’m sorry, I… just never seen anything like that before.”
“Oh, you haven’t, you haven’t seen something like this?”
You are at a loss for words, instead, you opt for non-verbal communication by shaking her head dumbly. 
Her right hand lowered atop her massive outstretched heart, and the bodily forms that protruded from the protrusion squirmed in response. She flutters her angelic long thick lashes, “You’re not the first person to have said this. I get a lot of stares and questions regarding this… and no, it’s not a breast. I can tell by your eyes that you find it most alluring.”
A dumb nod. What did she mean by that? Not a breast? What the hell was it? 
“Sensual?” 
Another dumb silent nod. Each word seemed as if she was looming closer – and closer – and closer. 
“Is my suitor rendered mute, or can he speak?” 
You nod, “Yes.” 
“Good boy. Good.” A large hand slips up, naked and smooth like water, right under your chin and pushes it up just slightly, “Your jaw is open. Practically drooling on my floor. You are a very, very rude man.” A large finger the size of your nose taps it, punctuating those smoky words. 
You cannot help but smile in response to it. How could you not, caught up in the wake of the tone and vibes she was so thickly putting down? 
“Very rude.”
“Well, you are going to have to work extra hard to make it up to me, now won’t you?”
“Very much so, yes.” 
The night's activities were out the window just then. Dinner was definitely not the mood this enchanting first encounter was going in, no, this situation could only lead to one majestic and magical thing. Lust and arousal were already ever-present for you, but now it was wildfire. This, all of this, and you. How could you not gawk? 
Briefly looking at that swiveling, jouncing sac that had little hands and tails slapping at its sides continuously, he shrugged and gestured at it with his hands. “Then what is it? It doesn’t look normal.” 
“Why, it’s my womb. You’re looking at all of my little ones swimming about in my womb, which is in my heart.” She stated plainly, softly grasping at one of the hands that bulged out from her massive bulge. The hand gripped at her palm briefly, her middle pall approvingly swaying upon feeling her touch. “They will be due, soon enough, but for now, I’m going to rock this. Do you approve of this outfit?”
“How could I not?” You say striving to keep a cool head on you but eagerly just struggling to string various words together to make a cogent sentence. This was all just so much for you to wrap your head around. You were dizzy from the possibilities and implications. Sticking your hands into your pockets, you admitted to her. “The first time I’ve ever met a person to have this condition… a womb in the heart. Didn’t know hearts could be so expansive like that.”
Chuckling at his remark, she turned around to have her back face him. He caught a glimpse of her taut, large rear shining in the lissome silk material of her dress. The way curves gave way to form more curves. It was truly an unreal experience. You find it hard to contain yourself. Your heart is pounding, it is jackhammering in your chest, and your mind racing. You have been horny before, but nothing like this, you were on the verge of a heart attack. 
But then you realize that there were two pounding hearts here, working in opposition. Yours. And hers. You couldn’t see it pumping festively, but it was so reverberating that you didn’t just feel it all throughout your body, but the very elegant décor. The door groaned. The pictures lining the anteroom trembled, picture frames tilting. 
And you felt those vibrations more acutely on your twitching, throbbing, self-pulsating penis. 
“Come inside, dear. I’ve set everything up.” Pacing her way in, you followed inside and closed the door behind you. Even if she had such a monstrous pregnancy sac in her chest, there was something about it that was oddly arousing. There may be multiple squirming Serperior babies deep in her heart, but it made it look like she had a massive, third breast. A third breast to play with was beyond incredible. The squirming flesh under that sac was even more enticing. The whole package made you weak in the knees. 
And her wanting you, wanting to devour you, to chew you up, to suck you dry, to absorb and envelope you in passion – well, all the better. 
“You’re the first man to have given me a shot in over five months. I was getting really lonely and was about to lose all hope when you contacted me. As you can see, much has grown since when I put those pictures up. I knew you wouldn’t mind.” 
That so? Well, given the oddity in her chest, that would make sense. You took off your shoes and placed them beside the door before plodding your way over to the kitchen. She had already set out a massive meal for the both of you to feast on, the main course being a big roast beef. Some arugula salad was set aside in a couple of bowls, alongside a bunch of hours d'ourves, a strawberry cheesecake, and just for you, a bottle of Champagne. She went all out for you, something that was usually the other way around.
“My God… you really went out of your way for me…” You said, taking the chair on the left before sitting down. She did the same, her chair being doubly large to accommodate her massive height and weight.
 “Of course, I would. You are the first man in a long time to actually date me, so I am going to spoil you. Please, help yourself.” Taking a wine glass and filling it up with that super expensive champagne, you held it out for her with a big smile on your face. “Oh, help myself, can I? To anything?”
You noted that your question was responded to quite positively, her hands rubbing and feeling at the massive mound on her chest with a salacious grin. “Anything, everything. Think you can handle that?”
“I can certainly try my best.” 
A massive fleshy naked tail slithered under the table and strutted up against your pant leg. You do not move in a shocked or surprised manner. You both are on the same wavelength, you both want the same thing, and you both speak the same language and so the union is just verbal parry and allowance, “You can, can you? Well, the last man that tried to handle me knocked me up and put all these lovely little children in my heart.” 
You cock an eyebrow at that, “Oh, this is the result of someone trying?” 
“How else do you think they got there, dear?”
Ein leaned forward, her massive jutting sac of a heart, malformed, like an overblown balloon, slipped against the table slowly, extending the length of the simple wooden table and now resting directly before you. 
“I wonder what would happen if someone didn’t just try, I wonder what would happen then.” You muse, satisfying your baser needs and wants, running your naked hand against the sheer crimson soft dress, the heart resting under it. You take your fingers and run it along the top, running, rubbing, caressing, stroking, exploring. 
You never once look at what you are doing, your eyes transfixed on the Ein. You cannot help be held, or hold her attention. Her facial expressions were expressive and alluring, the way she butterflies her eyes, the sleepy fuck-meness that spilled from her very blatant aroused voice. 
You are not caught surprised by the squirming under the dress, instead, you continue to lazily stroke the dressed-up velvet heart. 
“Perhaps we will find out, won’t we? Perhaps you can just add to this massive heart.” Her own enormous hand seductively stroked from the base of the heart all the way down to the tip of it, joining hands. She seizes yours firmly but playfully and forces your palm to truly embrace what you yourself were only tentatively adventuring against. 
That dexterous tail slithered upward against your leg, upward to your inner thighs, coiling, wrapping, before the warmth of that sleek tail rests its profound weight against your raging hard cock. It wasn’t a hand job, not at all, the sensation of having your cock entirely engulfed, swallowed, toyed with. This was heaven. 
The tracing forced on you went from the tip to base, stretching your arm clearly entirely outward and then back again. She was using your hand to wax her heart, it seemed. 
“You are kind of cute when you are wordless. Very good eye candy for sure. Do you like what you see? Feel?”
You gyrate your pelvis forward, fucking against that tail – non-intrusive near flesh-like scales all you can feel against you. It was non-verbal communication again. This was the best conversation you had ever had and you truly didn’t need to do anything, really. 
“Oh, very much so.”
“Good. I am very glad.” 
The heart thumps again, the contents squirming and shifting. It wasn’t relentless, unruly, or anything like that. It was … like the relaxing waves of an ocean. 
“I can tell.” You smirk. 
“I love the way their squirm in my chest, the way they swim in my heart womb, the way they wiggle and flip around, snaking inside my flesh. They know exactly what Mommy likes, don’t you.” She speaks to her chest, “You know what I like the best about it, dear?”
You were melting, melting, and in the process of being devoured. You needed Eira, you could feel it in the core of your being. How could you not? She was a goddess, a goddess pregnant in her heart. 
“No, but I am all ears.” 
“When I get really excited, the vibrations of my rhythmic heart can be felt throughout my body, it echoes and touches spots that I never even knew existed. The only way I can ever feel this exciting, elevated pleasure is when I am pregnant.” 
“Is that a fact? I suppose we might just have to give you more of them, how does that sound to you?” You say smirking, sinking into the sensual pillow talk. 
“I suppose we might just have to find out, now won’t we?” 
Eria, dress on, twists and contorts her body with such grace and flexibility that it defies reason. She simply slips downward, her towering form leveling off with you before entirely disappearing under the table. The tail disappears, replaced with a snout nuzzling against your crotch. Sniffing, licking, breathing heatedly. You can feel the wombed heart between your legs, flanked by them. 
Your pants slip off ever so minutely to reveal your pulsating cock. The throbbing, pounding, pulsating heart tingling against your cock. Pre-cum oozes out of your swollen head. You lean back. You want to look down in your lap, you want to watch, but you cannot seem to do anything except close your eyes and throw yourself equally back into relaxation and also thrown into the lust that burned like a wildfire between you two. 
“All you have to do is cum in my mouth and I can produce another brood of heart-squirming babies.” 
“You can’t help but want that, can you? Your purpose is to get more and more inside that big pounding heart of yours.” 
Eira didn’t respond, she couldn’t, her mouth enveloped your cock with ease. Cock head, shaft, and both balls, all of which were easily swallowed by the massive creature's mouth. And all were equally treated not to the warmth of saliva and sucking, but the vibrations that the heart caused. 
For while Eira couldn’t respond to the accusation with her voice, her thudding heart did. 
It took merely a moment to cum. You were so worked up. You shot off near immediately. 
She slurped it up with a flourish, long tongue basking against the under shaft as she makes love to the cock, licking and kissing and passionately coddling it. 
“Think you can fit another batch of kids in that sexy heart of yours?”
“Why stop there?” She giggled, knowing that given the chance, she would take absolutely everything you were willing to give. 
And you wanted to give it all. 
Her tail wrapped around the legs of the chair, allowing her the ability to manipulate and dip it, down slowly and surely. You feel that odd sensation of falling, even though the chair's descent was controlled and slow. 
You hardly realize it but you are now on the floor, though still sitting in the chair. This serperior herm slithers on you, slipping you up, away from the chair until it is just you and her, you and her close, you and her melding together - flesh on wonderful flesh. It felt so magical. The protrusion of her heart spilling against your body, the movements in there started to reach outward from the fleshy bulge, it felt weird, but what felt even weird, and more intoxicating, was that with the close proximity, you could feel the thudding, thumping of that chest. It was rocking the house, it was rocking you. You could feel it vibrate and echo in your body. 
Both her hands coil around your wrists and force them up, pinning you, as her slithering sensual body squashes and squirms against you. You can’t help yourself, you are so aroused. You feel that massive herm cock, lodged and covered by a silky dress, rub against your leg, your stomach, kissing against your own cock that is out, exposed, and eager for more. 

“Well, big boy, you aren’t going anywhere until I am completely satisfied.” She teased, planting a kiss right against your lips. You respond naturally, a harsh breath escaping your mouth as you take her. 

“I don’t think I am going anywhere, even if you were satisfied.” 
She arched her eyes and her eyes twinkled with glee, “I suppose not.” 
Her heart throbs, thumping harder at the intimacy. Pillow talk or not, she adored what you had to say and she planned to make this a night you would never forget.