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A Witches Silver Ring

Hope you enjoy this little piece it was pretty fun to try and write and it moved away from my traditional styles. Hope you enjoy this dive into Alternative pregnancy!

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Long ago in an age before legends, before scripture when there was only the way of force. None exemplified this more than the warrior king Serosh. More a beast in human form than a warrior, Serosh was to be feared when in the heat of battle. Whether armed or with his bare hands Serosh would engage in combat naked. His prideful manhood swung about. Whether by skill, fear, or his ever-present battle erection Serosh certainly yielding himself several scars but never any upon his back or manhood. He was a man without fear.

Serosh would always be found leafing ghost people into the fiercest of battles. From his village, he laid siege to all those surrounding him. He laid waste to palaces and fortresses alike. None would survive his brutal campaign. So many casualties yet he still remained. Upon one of his bloodiest sieges, he heard of a warrior who may be his greatest foe. A warrior renowned for their swordsmanship. When he called to a challenge in one on one combat Serosh came without delay. Only to meet his opponent. Dressed in fine blue silks, with a curved blade in hand.

As he normally did Serosh battled naked. His opponent. Closed their eyes giving Serosh a moment to strike. Yet with the grace of a dancer, they dodged and reposted him. A good slay to the side left a scare but did not disembowel. Something he told his opponent, “You need to do better I’ve battled with my innards hang loose before!”

Serosh went in for a strike. Again his opponent moved elegantly like a dancer. A flurry of strikes in numerous locations. Only cuts to Serosh’s eye. Serosh let out a battle cry and swung his blade across the horizon. The swordsman in blue moved gracefully and reposted.

“You have yet to lay a scratch upon me,” he heard the voice of his opponent

The voice of a woman. He was filled with rage.

“You may be strong but you have yet to have real power.”

Serosh charged and roared his battle cry. The swordswoman disarmed him getting his sword out of his hand. She proclaimed him finished and left the battle. Serosh was not done. He demanded satisfaction. And she would not yield to “A crying child such as you,”

In his anger, he single-handedly destroyed several villages surrounding this swordswoman encampment. She would not cop to combat against him. It led him to a lone cottage hidden away from all others. And there was a witch and her daughter. Tending to a small garden, no doubt their only source of food. Serosh made his way to them, readying his idle threats, his grip tightening around his weapon.

“RAAGH!” he cried out

The daughter screamed and headed inside the cottage. The mother stood in front of the doorway ready to protect her daughter.

“Be gone from here! We have nothing for your wanting!” she proclaimed to Serosh

“If you breathe I shall take it.” He swung his blade down

The woman moved out of the way and attempted to shove him. Serosh barely budged. He went to strike again. A single strand of cloth rose on its own and held his sword in place. The cloth did not tear against the sharp jagged edge of his blade.

“A Witch!” Serosh proclaimed

“She waved her hand holding up a few fingers, her pointer, and her pinky. That wave of her hand brought the roots up and boundSerosh. He was not fearful. He swung his sword down at the roots cutting himself free. She noticed he nicked parts of his leg.

“You would injure yourself in battle?” she asked him

“What means do I have to be fearful of injury? I fear nothing, not even death,” He went to stab his sword at her.

The witch turned to mist and evaded his attack. Using this he charged to the door. She returned to her human form and let out a word of magic in an ancient language. Serosh appeared to have been turned around in the blink of an eye now suddenly charging at the witch. With her pointer fingers and thumbs forming a triangle with her palms facing Serosh, she froze him in place. Incapable of moving,

Serosh laughed wickedly. “I have broken such spells before. I will stain this very ground with your blood once I am free,”

“What will it take, payment? Coin or flesh? Tribute? What need does a barbarian such as you want in killing me and my daughter?”

“I want only to kill, to reign as the greatest warrior!” he proclaimed.

She pulled a silver ring from her finger. “Take this,” she pleaded with him “Take this ring and it will lead you to your victory.”

“Such a ring cannot do such things.” Serosh reposed to her.

“This one will. It will fill the gap of what you lack. And that will lead you to greater things.” She exclaimed

She explained this ring was a gift from a former master. The ring was enchanted to make a person whole. By filling in the part of their soul that they lack. She laid the ring in front of him and left. Going into her little cottage it disappeared like a shroud of mist. Serosh was able to move again.

He was tempted by the ring. Picking it up he thought very faintly about what he lacked. “Nothing, I lack only utter victory.” He without hesitation put the ring around his middle finger.

The band shrunk to fit him.

Now standing in the clearing stark naked. He cleaved his sword into the ground. He marveled at the ring around his finger seeing symbols and markings appearing across the band. He proclaimed aloud that he could feel the magic surging through him. His pendulous testicles convulse and retracted before relaxing. Their weight was easily noticeable. It didn’t stop. His balls continued to engorge getting heavier and descending further. They were already the grapefruit, bringing him to his knees.

“What manner of magic is this,” he cried out. His testicles getting bigger and bigger.

Now already the size of a small melon, he could feel something inside with each testicle. Something writing, wiggling, and moving beneath the skin of his ball sack. Serosh was unsure as to the nature of this feeling. Yet the only thing he knew was that it was alive. The ring gave him only minor clarity. Life was dwelling inside his overly engorged testicles.

Serosh ripped off the silver ring. And readied to throw it away. Unable to get his footing from the weight of his baby-filled testicles, falling to his back. He could feel his balls constricting. Bringing the closer to his cock. “What is happening!” He roared out and started to feel a sharp pain surge through him.

He could feel the base of his shaft starting to stretch as the baby moved into position. It hurt like hell, he clenched his fists gripping and ripping out blades of grass as part of his overgrown nails dug into his palm. When the baby stopped moving for a moment he tried to catch his breath. He cursed that woman's fowl magics for this. Yet without delay the baby began to move again, moving further and further into the shaft.

He could see it. His cock looked like it had inflated well beyond the size it was supposed to be. The baby's head was just under the tip of his cock which he could feel was starting to open wide. He felt the baby descend back a little before starting to move up and stretch the head of his cock. He howled in pain as his urethra was stretched beyond its means. He was tearing up blades of grass and digging into the soil trying to find anything, something he could grip onto.

Imprints of his nails in some while the skin was broken in others. His eye of his cock was pulsing as the baby's head crept out. He was crowning. He looked down at this macabre scene and saw the baby's head as it crept through his shaft again. More of the head became exposed, as much as the forehead was out now. His eyes were watering his teeth clenched, his fists raw and bloodied.

Once more the baby began to come through the entire head finally coming loose. But there was no reprieve, it kept sliding out. The shoulders were next as the weight of his cock flopped onto his chest. The baby was being pushed out as he writhed in pain. The greatest mass of the baby was the body as it came sliding out now free from the tightest confines of his once tight urethra.

He could feel the newborn fussing on his chest letting out their first sounds crying in desperation all whole the after birth came slithering out as his cock. Here he was, the once-great Serosh. A conquerer, a slayer of men, reduced to this.

Serosh could no longer feel his cock as it twitched and closely closed. Yet this wasn't the end. That same feeling came to the base of his shaft. It was happening again, the numbness of his cock didn't reduce the pain he felt as another baby made its way up the shaft. Again his cock flared and swelled this time the baby wasn't stopping going up the shaft until it reached the base of the head. He dug and dug until his fingers reached a thick root to grab onto.

Baby number two began to crown stretching his head even more. He could see the top of the head. His cock flopped back into his body, as more of the head came free. The first baby was crying, he was groaning in terrible pain. By the time the shoulders were nearly out he almost blacked out. Another baby birthed from his cock resting atop his body.

He couldn't move the sound of the babies crying as his vision went dark. He awoke hours later it was already night. The babies were off of his body and he lay next to a fire. She was barely able to lift himself.

"Awake I see,"

He knew that voice, it was her, it was the witch. He turned to fave her seeing her cradling her own baby with his twins nestled in baskets cleaned and swaddled.

"You!" Serosh roared through his teeth

“I see you have yet to quell your anger. Perhaps another set will do the trick,”

He paused. Never before has he ever doubted himself. His rage faded fast like sniffing out a candle. The witch simply smirked seeing him like this.

“Why have you come?” Serosh asked her

“To see if you have finally learned something,”

“In a way,” Serosh responded

“And that would be?”

Serosh's response was simple “Never threatened a witch”

“Such wise words coming from a warrior who fears nothing.”

Serosh let himself fall back to the ground.

“Rest, your new journey will begin when you are rested.”

The silver ring appeared again on his middle finger. No runes or symbols, it was just an ordinary silver ring. Even though he felt as if there was magic still in it. His body was still sore and numb. The ring gave him what it knew he needed. Touch of kindness, that only a father would understand and compassion, that only a mother could truly know.

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It Happens Tonight

A big departure from what I usually do. But I’ve had an idea and I kinda wanted to get it out of my system. I am currently working on a few new story ideas and finishing up a commission (Hopefully). Lately I’ve been wanting to do things out of my usual wheelhouse and explore some new/interesting areas for Pregnancy stories. Hope You Enjoy this one!

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It was a regular night at the bar. Just a few of the regulars around, talking and ordering drinks. Everyone knew the short guy at the bar. His black hair, and deep blue eyes, would bring in interested men. Tonight there were two strong-looking young men. With well-toned bodies, they were surely sculpting into the peak of their physicality. The two did a terrible job of trying to whisper, more or less talking right behind the short guy at the bar.

“He looked like he’ll be a good bottom,”

“Yeah look at his ass, bet it’s all tight”

The short guy smiled before turning around to face them. “My name’s Terry, and I’m not a bottom by the way.”

“Oh shit” one shot out

“I’m Drake,” he said, pointing to himself. He had bland brown hair and brown eyes. “This is Will,” pointing to the blonde hair and green-eyed guy standing next to him.

Terry smiled, “I see,”

Drake and Will were kinda standing there awkwardly. Before Terry asked the important questions. “Either of you bottoms? Or are you looking to score a hot piece of ass?”

“Oh tops,” Drake pointed to each other

“Yup complete tops,” Will testified

“Hmm” Terry let out thinking for a moment. “Well, how about the three of us head back to my place? I got a bottom waiting for, uh.” He looked the two over quickly “Good dick,”

Drake was into it. Will had other questions. But Terry kept it quick as he paid for his drink and headed out, saying goodbye to a few of the regulars. Drake and Will shared a car and followed Terry. He pulled over outside of an average apartment complex. Together the three of them oiled into the elevator and rode it up to the sixth floor. Terry explained, that the bottom he had waiting in his apartment was “being a good sub and waiting for me to come home”

“Oh, you into some freaky shit?” Will asked

“I guess. I let him off a little easy for tonight. He’s been very good this week”

“Whoa, that sounds like some BDSM shit!” Drake said

Ding. The elevator opened up, “I guess you could say that if you wanted,”

The three of them got over to the door. 6C, Terry unlocked and opened the door, Drake and Will walked in through the hallway and came turned over into what would be his living room. What they saw next was unexpected of them. A scene of bondage. A tall well-toned muscled man with a big round protruding belly, with various writing, scribbled onto him. The muscle sub had a mask covering his eyes and a ball gag. Drake and Will looked at each other speechless. Terry walked past the two of them. And went over to his bound sub. He undid the ballgag, lovingly caressing his chin.

“Was my baby maker good,” Terry asked with an authoritative tone

“Ah,” the muscle sub, let out in a huffing. “M… Master… ah”

“Shhh,” He let out softly

Terry looked his sub up and down quickly. He could tell his sub was in a sweat. His arms bound over his head. He was breathing heavily. And not a trace of semen to be seen. His muscle winced a little “Ah” escaping his mouth.

“Speak,” Terry said

“I think they’re coming,” his sub said

Drake and Will saw as Terry put his hand on his muscle subs belly. They didn’t know what to say about this situation.

“Did you pop yet?” Terry asked with a serious tone

His sub shook his head slightly “No master,”

Terry pulled away the eye cover, His subs eyes opened slightly to show off his brilliant green eyes. Terry let his arms down next. Drake and Will got a better look at the muscle sub as he got up being led over to the bed off to the corner of the room. Part of his belly had the words “Breeding bitch, giant sub, walking cum tank” were a few things Drake noticed as he walked over to the bed.

“My sub, Connor,” Terry said looking over at Drake and Will, taking notice that Drake was already at half-mast from just the sight. “You asked me about a good time. And I promise he’ll do a good job of that.” He looked at Connor, his arms still bound “Won’t you?”

“Yes master,” He laid on his side and presented his ass with several tally marks both faded and somewhat fresh “I need more cocks”

Drake and Will looked over at Terry. He smiled, gesturing the two of them to come closer. Will was about ready to leave. Drake rushed right over pants falling down to his ankles real quick. Beating his cock as he eagerly lined up with Connor's ass. Pressing his head and sliding in with ease. Connor moaned in excitement. Drake was overwhelmed between the warmth and grasp Connor’s ass had still. “Fuck” Drake exclaimed

“His cock is so good master.” Connor whimpers in ecstasy.

“Don’t pull out, he can’t get any more pregnant than he already is”

“He’s pregnant!?” Will exclaimed

“OH fuck yeah!” Drake shouted as he started to pick up the pace.

Making Connor moan, His body tightened up. Driving Drake wild and making him want to thrust more.

Terry looked at Will, “Yeah he is. Problem?”

Will didn’t respond. Drake was going at it. He wanted to bury his cock as deep as he could in his pregnant bottom. “Oh fuck, this is so hot”

“AH! Cum in me!” Connor moaned

Drake didn’t last much longer. Quickly hitting his climax. Ass cheeks tightened giving the hint to Terry that he blew his load. Pulling out a leaving a little trail seeping out of Connor’s freshly bred hole. “And you say?” he said, picking up a marker from the nightstand next to the front of the bed.

“Thank you,” Connor said with a moan

“Good boy,” Terry said, adding another tally mark to Connor’s ass.

“Oh fuck that was hot,” Drake said trying to catch his breath

Will was getting overwhelmed.

“Dude you gotta try this” Drake said looking at Will

“Dude what the fuck!” Will said “Dude’s preggo!”

“Dude it's fucking intense in there!” Drake said with cheerful enthusiasm.

“Plus that tent says otherwise”

Will covered himself in embarrassment.

Connor tensed up again. “Mmmmm!” Connor murmured. It lasted for a for minutes and then faded. “Ahhh..” Connor felt light-headed “Master…” he whimpered

“I know my little sub,” he pulled out his cock, Last one and then we can go”

Connor whimpered and nodded “Yes master”

Terry went over to Connor and lined up his cock with Connor's ass. Terry’s cock slid right in using Drake's fresh load as lube. Connor was trembling. He loved the feeling of his master's cock inside of him. Terry grabbed Connor's cock. Making him scream out in pleasure. Connor was so hard. The simplest touch was sending tremors through Connor’s body. “Master, please! It’s too much!”

“I give you permission to cum” he said, starting to stroke Connor’s cock with great force and speed. As his body tensed up, as his body tensed the baby inside of him stretched and writhed inside of him. “AH!” Connor let out

It wasn’t long before Connor was spraying thick ropes of cum, firing it far enough to go near his bump. Connor tensed up again. It was painful. He tried to keep from screaming. Terry pulled out. Looking at his watch. He sighed in frustration, “Fuck,” he went over to his pants.

He pulled out his phone. He was calling a number. He was making a call. “Yes, hello. It’s me Connors about to pop. Yeah. Contractions are lasting a while. The last one was two minutes apart.” He nodded to the voice on the other side. “Alright let yourself in”

Terry hung up. “Alright, no more cuffs for you. Time for the kid,” Terry told Connor as he undid the leather cuffs.

“I’m sorry master,” Connor whimpered

“Hush,” Terry said with authority. “That’s enough of that for now. The doctor and midwife will be here soon,”

“Yes, sir,” Connor curled up.

Will saw the dynamic change so quickly. Drake was getting all excited. “Oh shit, he’s gonna pop like right now? Fuck I gotta see this!”

Will turned away quickly, and started heading for the door. He insisted to himself he stayed long enough. As he burst out the door. He heard Connor let out a scream. He couldn’t hold it back. Passing by a middle-aged woman, and an elderly man carrying a bag into Terry’s condo. Will hurried and left the building.

Meanwhile inside the condo. Terry quickly alerted his new guests. “Last one was a little shorter than two minutes.”

“Okay this is happening,” the middle-aged woman said.

The old man pulled out a stethoscope. Hurried over to listen to the baby inside Connor. A little bit. “Steady heartbeat.” Both he and Terry looked at their watch. Again just a little before two minutes, another contraction. This one is stronger than the last. Drake stayed off in the corner getting a good view. Rubbing his cock. Bringing no attention to himself. “One to Ten?” the old man asked

“Six… maybe seven.”

“Hmm” left the old man’s mouth.

The middle-aged woman came over, “come on daddy,” she helped Connor get up. “Let’s see if we can fill the tub.”

“Terry filled it halfway,” Connor said, struggling to try to shuffle to the bathroom.

“Good, we can add some more and make sure it's nice and warm for you two.” Thanks

“And the marker?” She asked

“Non-toxic.” he winced “I have a.”

“I set up a wash station for him.” Terry shouted, “We didn’t expect it to be this early.”

“It’s been going on all day?” the old man asked

“He thought it was Braxton hicks.” Terry said, “I should’ve called it off”

“Oh, you young people and your ‘fun’” the old man said with exaggeration on the word fun.

Terry looked over to Drake, who was stroking his cock. He was hard again. Terry got close to him. “You can stay, but if you’re going to jerk off, stay out of the bathroom.”

“Okay cool,” Drake said, continuing to jerk off.

As the tub filled up with warm water. The middle-aged woman helped to wash off all the graffiti from his body. Paying no mind to what it all said. Through contraction after contraction, getting closer and closer. Terry is doing his best to support Connor despite his size over him. An hour had passed. With Connor’s contractions now mere seconds apart from one another. He was in the tub on his knees. Pushing himself to stay strong through them. Admitting the contractions felt like a ten - on the old man’s crude pain scale.

Terry had his arms wrapped around Connor from behind. He was going to hold onto his laboring submissive. Simple groans of pain turned into painful screams. The middle-aged woman coaching Connor. “Don’t hold it in. If you feel the need start pushing”

Connor simply nodded. He started to breathe heavily in between each wave of pain that surged through him signaling the baby's arrival. Connor closed his eyes screaming. It was starting. Connor screamed as he tried to push. Breaking away from Terry’s hold, slumping his upper body against the edge of the tub. Terry used his now free hands to check Connor’s progress.

His ass was starting to open. “Babies coming!”

“You’re doing great,” the middle-aged woman said boastfully

“You can do it, Connor. Bring our baby to us”

Connor was having a hard time trying to keep his breath as he felt the urge again. The doctor prepared some towels, thermometers, and other medical exam tools. Connor pushed and pushed. He was crowning. All of them wanted Connor to keep going. Even though Connor wanted to give up already. But he found more strength in him and kept at it. One more big push. And pop. The baby's head came out. The bathroom was in quick delightful cheers. Drake continued to beat his meat. His hand was already covered in a rather thick layer of his semen.

Now wasn’t the time for Connor to stop. He had to keep going. More pushing, and more screaming, with more of the baby being pushed out. “A little more, get past the shoulders and we can get baby out” The middle-aged woman shouted over Connor’s screams

Connor tried to focus his breathing, and take deep breaths. Preparing for one big push. Hopefully his last one. He braced himself and gave a big push. Slowly the baby started to slide out. One shoulder, Connor screamed. Then the other. Terry Grabbed on gently onto the baby, gently pulling as Connor kept pushing. The water surface broke as Terry pulled the baby up to him. Flooding the bathroom with a new sound. The wailing of a newborn baby. Cheers from the old man and the middle-aged woman as they saw the baby cradled in Terry’s arms above the water.

Connor went limp. Barely able to turn himself over. Seeing Terry holding their baby. Terry had a brief smirk, “He wants you” Terry told Connor.

Connor started to cry tears of joy as he reached out his arms to hold his newborn baby. The ordeal was over.

A month later Will and Drake were talking on the way to the Gym.

“Dude you should totally get a guy like Morgan. Fuck his ass feels so good with that kid in there.” Drake admitted to him casually

“Dude what the fucks is wrong with you.” Will admitted

“Don’t knock it till you try it, man. It’s fucking hit and intense!” Drake said as the two headed into the gym.

They saw Terry walking towards the door, with Connor hand in hand. Terry was pushing the stroller, their baby boy asleep and bundled nice and cozy. Drake excitedly greeted them. The two greeted him back. Will still felt uncomfortable with the memory of seeing Connor pregnant and railed just before giving birth.

Drake started to speak, “Hey do you have any advice, I started dating this preggo guy and he’s like six months along.”

“Oh congrats to him,” Connor said with a smile

“Enjoy it while it lasts” Terry admitted

“Yeah, I am. We’ve even been talking about another one. You know after.” Drake said

Connor nervously smiled.

“So have we. Connor’s hoping for a girl.” Terry said

“Whoa really?! My boyfriend is having a girl. He’s so excited!”

“That’s wonderful, umm”

“Drake,” Terry replied quickly

“Drake!” Connor said quickly

Will tried to walk away but was met by Terry’s gaze. Of disapproval. The two got close whispering to each other. “You bailed on my sub’s need for dick before he popped.”

“It’s fucking,”

“Weird?” Terry said softly, cutting off Will, “I’m just going to say this once. You owe my sub a good dicking. So I will be expecting you to dick him. Even harder in a few weeks, once he’s ready. So, you had better be as well!”

Terry stepped away smiling “Alright Connor! It’s time we get Evan home before he gets fussy being in the stroller all this time”

“Oh you’re right,” Connor said with an apologetic tone, “We best be heading home, See you both later”

Will stood there in a bit of shock. His hand was shaking. While seeing Connor’s pregnant body being fucked into submission wasn’t doing it for him. He liked the authority and the power Terry emanated at that moment. Despite his physical stature over Terry, the shorter leaner man had power. A way to put Will in his place, and his curiosity wanted him to know more.

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