#in love with the idea of a slutty knight finally getting to take dick to his hearts content because his womb is already occupied

[cherrycherish]

A hedge knight manages to vanquish a troublesome drake, and the local lord rewards him with a title, a small keep, and servants. The twist is, the knight unbirthed the dragon, locking the beast inside of his womb; so now he waddles about with a gut that nearly touches the floor, and requires lots of tending from his manservants~

"M'Lord?" The ever faithful servant Finn carefully applied more salve to his lord's behemoth of a belly, "Are you awake?"

Ash merely let out a pitiful groan in response, his skin stretched by the furious writhing of the drake he'd ensnared inside. From the engorged belly riddled with stretch marks and the miserable noises he was making, most people would never believe he was an accomplished and well respected knight only a month ago.

He hadn't exactly planned on trapping the dragon within himself, it had just sort of happened in the heat of the battle. At first he was convinced that he'd burst like a melon and the dragon would go free, but after spending a whole day clutching his giant gut in agony it became clear that the beast couldn't escape, and slowly, terribly slowly, it was indeed shrinking down. After patiently waiting for oh so long, Ash managed to get to his feet and waddle out of the dragon's lair, the beast easily thrice his size.

The other knights had successfully petitioned the local lord to give him a title for his great feat, and even helped collect the mass of gold the dragon had been hoarding in its lair, leaving Ash with a small mountain of money and a new, rather lavish estate. He felt incredibly grateful as he was certain his days as a knight were now behind him, and the only thing in front of him was his oversized belly.

The servants were also a blessing, as he was much too heavy to do things himself, he doubted he could even get dressed on his own. Finn and Lowry had immediately warmed to him upon being hired, tending to his every need and teasing him for sticking an entire dragon into his cunt. They were the only ones who knew the truth after spending so much time up close and personal with his overtaxed form.

The angry growls and movement were mostly hidden by his layered clothing and fairly reclusive lifestyle, but obviously he couldn't hide the truth from his closest servants. Luckily, they didn't seem bothered by his occupied womb, and he was enjoying finally getting to put his feet up and live a pampered lifestyle, even if he spent at least a quarter of his time nursing a stomachache from hell.

"I'm back!" Lowry said quietly, taking his place at Ash's unoccupied side, handing him a small vial, "The apothecary said that there's no way to force it to shrink any quicker, and this was the only thing that would help. She said you'll likely be stuck dealing with the movement until it shrinks down into an egg."

"And what's the potion do?"

"Erm, she spoke in riddles the whole time, so I'm not entirely sure, something about temperature control. She did advise to place coins in the mattress, apparently it soothes the beast."

Ash studied the murky contents of the vial before figuring that things couldn't exactly get much worse, and swallowed the fluid in one gulp. It tasted strange but not unbearable, and he wondered what exactly it would do to ease his condition.

Finn's warm hands continued to glide across the lord's form, paying extra attention to the angry red stretch marks littering his poor belly.

"Go fetch the lord's meal, it should be nearly ready."

Lowry pouted, climbing out of the large bed, "Fine, but when I get back I'm having a turn rubbing his belly."

Finn smiled and kissed at the skin above Ash's popped belly button, earning him a needy whimper for his efforts. The dragon forced one of its scaled paws against the walls of the womb, making Ash gasp and moan miserably. The dragon's size had diminished enough for it to move around much more freely than when he'd first captured it, before it could hardly move at all and now he feared it was going to rip right out of him.

As the former knight clutched his gut and waited for the beast to settle down, he wondered what that damn apothecary had given him. He still felt irritable and hot and stretched, why wasn't there a potion to shrink oversized lizards?

Lowry soon returned with a large cart of food and the smell of it seemed to settle the dragon, as it stopped trying to force its way out of him and finally curled back up. Ash's gut growled hungrily as his servants went about feeding him.

"I can feed myself, y'know?" He said between bites of food.

"We don't know what's upsetting the drake, M'Lord, it's best if you focus on recovering your strength." Lowry brought another bite to his lord's mouth, "After the beast has shrunk down, you'll have plenty of opportunities to stuff your fat face with your own hands."

"Urp! My face isn't fat."

Lowry eyed the second chin that was slowly sprouting, raising an amused brow at Finn, "Of course, M'Lord."

After an obscene amount of food had been packed into their lord, Finn went about cleaning up and Lowry finally got a turn to rub the butterball himself, happily listening to the noises of his lord's tender belly all the while.

"Would you, ugh, do something for me?" Ash asked, nearly being drowned out by his own noisy gut.

"Try again, M'Lord." Lowry pinched the fat on Ash's thigh in admonishment.

A lord doesn't have to ask nicely for his servants to do anything, ever. It was a concept the former knight was still adjusting to. Sometimes he wondered who was in charge of who.

Ash went pink to his ears before giving the order, "Fill me, now."

"Yes M'Lord." Lowry chirped, wasting no time in rolling Ash over, spreading his legs and making the most obscene slurping sounds possible while lapping at his wet eager cunt.

Once Finn returned and Lowry was finally sliding his thick cock in, the round lord flexed his hips and reached out eagerly, "N-Need more!"

"So greedy, Lord Ash. One cock just isn't enough for you." Finn pulled himself free of his trousers and let Ash swallow his dick easily.

Getting fucked like a whore while his full womb weighed him down was the best part of his new life, his hair being pulled on by one man while the other gripped his plush hips. His body felt so hot but so good, he needed to feel their cum filling him up.

As their pace picked up, the drake shifted and Ash prayed that the beast wouldn't try tearing him apart until after he'd finished. His wet cunt squeezed tight around his servant and when hot seed spilled inside him he tumbled into his own shuddering orgasm. Finn followed shortly after, making his lord swallow it all with a content smile.

"I think I know what the potion does now, Lord Ash."

"Yeah?" His mind was still awash in post coital bliss, and he could only figure that there was no way the potion was making him any hornier than he always was.

"You can't feel that?" Finn gestured to his middle, making Ash actually take a proper look at himself, finding his body had gotten much doughier.

His double chin was undeniable now along with a set of soft tits where his pecs once were, his hips and thighs were ever wider, and his once tight, round dome of a belly was flabby, a roll even settled in his lap as he sat up.

"Why... Would that help with a dragon?"

Lowry shrugged, hands playing with his rolls, "Insulation? Maybe being kept warmer makes it less aggressive?" Dragons clearly had a desire for excess and indulgence, this could simply be another manifestation of that.

"Which means we really should be feeding you even more."

Ash scoffed, "We aren't even sure that it helps keep the beast quiet."

"What's the harm? If it shrinks down considerably people will find that more strange than you getting even fatter."

The former knight huffed, imagining how he'd look by the time the drake had completely shrunk down into an egg, "You both just want to stuff me like a pig."

"If you don't want to, say that. We're here to serve." Lowry jiggled his fat, taunting him, "Just say the word and I'll tell the cooks you're on a diet."

Yeah, right. Ash had no interest in eating egg whites and spinach everyday. There was hardly any point to being a lord with a mass of gold if he couldn't eat what he wanted.

"To hell with that." He said, his face completely pink, "I... Enjoy it, the food, you two feeding me, mocking me about how my clothes don't fit, filling me, I don't want you to stop."

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Finn kissed his double chin, "Maybe some warmer clothes would help quiet the drake as well? I can call for the tailor."

Ash stretched, feeling the weight of the dragon shift inside him slightly, "Not today, I want a bath and a nap."

His servants smiled at him, "At once, M'Lord."

It wasn't until the beginning of the next season that the dragon had finally settled as a large egg permanently trapped inside his womb, and by then Ash had blimped into a typical spoiled lord, so fat and adorned with gold that anyone who didn't know better would easily assume he'd always been a noble. In a way, the region had swapped one gluttonous beast for another.

[desires-of-sin]

Game Over + Gwynevere... wait what?

Send ‘game over’ + an enemy from a video game for a drabble of my character getting defeated and fucked by that enemy.

Well the bald man had said that if she broke the illusion of Gwynevere, she would disappear and gain a ‘blessing of eternal sunlight.’ Honestly, the blonde had no idea what that meant anymore, but as she ascended the steps, she beheld Gwynevere in all her glory. She stared at the Amazing Chest, and she bit her lip as arousal flared in her body just by being in her presence. She felt hot and needy. She wanted to suck the goddess’ boobies. She wanted to show her just how fertile she was by taking those silver knights and getting knocked up. She was so damn horny that she was already slipping a hand into her pants as she entered, with the other going to her already impressive bust. Why was she here again...? Right! The blessing! With a gasp and with no warning, she threw a throwing knife at the goddess, waiting for the illusion to disappear. Instead, the knife lodged in Gwynevere’s breast, put from her size it was more of a splinter if anything. The goddess blinked, and glared down at the intruder who was rapidly realizing just how much shit she had gotten herself into. Bah, if only she had thought this through instead of masturbating at Gwynevere’s amazing...glorious...round...bouncy...oh dear, she was drooling again. 

The next thing she knew she was in the goddess bed, somehow stripped of all her clothes and with the goddess right beside her, human sized. Before she could say anything the goddess pushed her over and pinned her to the bed, smothering her with her divine breasts for a while. After a few minutes of this, Cecilia had an epiphany: Oh! She must be horny! Hooray! I hope she fucks me silly. A suprisingly coherent thought for someone who was at 80% bimbo levels thanks to Ornstein’s ‘spear’ and Smough’s ‘smashing.’ 

The goddess leaned back for a moment and, with a snap of her fingers, made her clothes disappear as well. “Dost though likest?” she stated, hefting her breasts with both hands. Cecilia nodded dumbly. “Then, cometh and state thine claim, oh brave whore.” Cecilia crawled over on all fours and placed her lips to Gwynevere’s nipple. She began to do what came naturally, and play with it in her mouth, all while Gwynevere started to moan. Cecilia took a hand to palming Gwynevere’s other breast and groped it, lewd moans coming from her mouth as she was getting hornier by the second. Just when she was feeling too pent up, a sudden warm taste filled her mouth and she backed off, milk dripping down her chin and onto her breasts. 

“Wha-what is...” Cecilia asked before her eyes clouded and her body started to change. Her breasts swelled to levels equal of Gwynevere. Her limps plumped and turned fully red. Her waist shrunk to comical levels while her ass and thighs swelled outward. She looked at Gwynevere with a giggle, a dopey smile on her face, as Cecil was forever lost in her head. 100% bimbo. Gwynevere simply motioned her over with a finger, and Cecilia crawled over and sat in Gwynevere’s lap, leaning back into her arms. Who was this hot bitch? She had some fat titties! She wondered what it would feel like pressed against her own boobies. 

“Tellest me, doth though want mine blessing?” Gwynevere whispered into Cecilia’s ear, taking a hand and toying with her breast. This caused Cecilia to moan, immediately going to start playing with herself. “Like, whatever you want~~” Cecilia moaned, rubbing her own pussy. 

“Though shalt not reject it?” Gwynevere insisted. “Like, why would I? Your so hot! And smart. Are you royalty?” Gwynevere grinned maliciously, and suddenly Cecilia felt something hard between her legs. When she looked down, she saw an impressive dick had sprouted from Gwynevere’s pussy, lodged between Cecilia’s thicc thicc thighs. A small man in her head wasn’t surprised, that Gwynevere was the goddess of fertility and all, but Cecilia shoved him aside. 

“I’m Gwynie’s special toy...” Cecilia instinctively stated as she moved and promptly inserted the goddess into her, and started to ride her. Gwynevere did very little as Cecilia bounced on the goddess’ dick, her boobes bouncing with her. She was looking down at the goddess smiling face, and had to hold her stupid fat titties to her chest just to see her. She loved see Gwynie’s smiling face. She was making her so happy! And Gwynie was making her happy too! This dick was the best! Better than anything! She wanted to feel Gwynie cum inside her so bad, her eyes were rolling back into her head. 

“Then take my blessing...” Gwynevere grabbed the whore and pulled them together, pressing their breasts agianst each other and taking action, thrusting rapidly and hardly into Cecilia’s needy tight pussy. All Cecilia could do was moan “Gwynie” over and over again as the relentless fucking seemed to go on forever. Makeup tears smeared down her face. Sweat glistened off her rack. Her braid had come undone  and she had came at least 3 times before, with one last thrust, Gwynevere came inside of Cecilia. It felt...well, divine. Too divine. She was burning up. With a realization, she realized she was glowing  before her body was rocked with orgasm and orgasm, and suddenly she just...poofed. 

Cecilia awoke later, still nude, on the goddess bed. She was being cradled from behind by Gwynevere, who was fingering her and kissing her cheek. She blinked, her thoughts finally coherent. 20% bimbo. “Ah, mine servant, how wost thine blessing? Such a wanton thing you were...” the princess whispered in her ear, causing her to shiver. “But alas, I must let you go here, for now. Do come by again, if you ever wish to...imbibe.” That last word was a whisper that sent shimers to Cecilia’s very soul. With a snap, suddenly she was back on the ground, but she was changed, she could tell. Looking in a nearby mirror, evidence of Gwynevere’s blessing adorned her body. For starters, her clothes were already maximum slutty, with a boobe window and everything leaving little to be desired. But that wasn’t all. Her normally pale skin had gained a tanned hue to it, similar to the goddess skin. Her hair was also a tad darker, with brown tips and highlights throughout. Lastly, her cleavage was already sitting at DD, and there were two glowing sunlight tattooes right over her nipples. 

“Ah, thats to markest thou as mine own.” Gwynevere giggled, demurely. “There ist also one on thine womb.” Cecilia quickly yanked her pants down and, sure enough, barely concealed, was another glowing sun above her pussy. For some reason, she felt compelled to press it, and suddenly she was struck with intense lust. She fell backwards and saw as, over the sun, grew a very familiar dick and balls with ‘Gwynevere’ tattooed on the shaft. She twitched, touching the head, making sure it was real. 

“A little present for fertility sake. The power of sunlight might aid you in fighting back your darkness.” the goddess explained as Cecilia awkwardly pulled up her pants. But now they were designed for womanely proportions, so the dick and balls stood out quit heavily against the fabric.  “And what dost thou sayeth to thine benefactor?” 

“...th-thank you.” Cecilia bowed. “Thank you....?” Gwynevere strained. Cecilia blushed. “Th-thank you mistress. I promise to return...often.” 

“Good girl.” Gwynevere cooed, eyes gleaming with desire. 

[meshugana1]

I know it's kinda early for Halloween asks (by about 2 days until October) but here's a kinda Halloween themed ask for ya. It involves Kijo and though I kinda find her as my favourite I'll get to the point... It's Hallows' Eve and maybe for this one night a year Kijo could turn a nerdy 5 foot 11 guy with a 9 inch penis dressed up as a wizard or knight gets turned into a slutty short curvy goblin girl with big curves on the rear, hips, ass, breasts and lips.

   There was a scream, then a crash. The knife tumbled into a patch of weeds, and the assailant ran. The boy and the woman dusted each other off and stood, alone in the park.   “Good thing you came along when you did, Kid. That crazy guy was going to shiv me,” Kijo said. It wasn’t wholly uncommon. Her…particular brand of massage tended to make people a little miffed. She wasn’t unprepared for such encounters however, she was very well practiced in Karate. There were no belts when she finished her training, but she was far above red belt status. Still, she had to appreciate the humor in the situation. A betitted former customer holder her at knifepoint, then a brave young knight rescued her. “I’m sorry about your costume, you seemed to put in quite a bit of effort on it.”   “It’s no problem at all, I mean I did but it’s okay. Honestly, I can’t believe I just did that. I’ve never done anything like that before. Just barreling into somebody? I guess the costume is rubbing off on me,” Melvin said. It was the time of year for escapism, for fantasies to run wild and for all reservations to disappear. Melvin certainly had a lot of them, but none involved actually stopping an assault in progress. He was barely an adult, barely out of high school, bullying and isolation still fresh in his mind. He loved Halloween, the one time of year he didn’t have to be himself. But even with that freedom, he still couldn’t bring himself to be who he really wanted to be.   “I’m sorry, my problems ended up ruining your holiday,” Kijo said.   “It’s ok, really! I was just planning on a dumb party. It would’ve been a disaster anyway, I’m not the party type, as I’m sure you can tell,” Melvin said. Kijo took a good look at the boy. Pasty, scrawny, comely enough. His plastic and foam knight armor was fragmented and broken beyond repair. But her eyes could see much more than that. Her profession afforded her countless opportunities to see the human form. There were few she wouldn’t call beautiful. This boy’s wasn’t all he seemed. His hips were more prominent than most his age, and it wasn’t from fat. That came from exercise, but the rest of his lithe body was forsaken in that regard. His waist was tiny, adherence to a strict diet. This boy had potential.   “I don’t have much in the way of money, but I’d love to repay you. How about a massage?”

   “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, I don’t need a reward or anything,” a stripped Melvin said. He wasn’t sure just how he’d let himself be dragged here. He hated it, but he had never been touched by a woman before. Too many nerves, too much self-doubt. But now he was half-naked and a woman was offering to touch him everywhere. His hands worked furiously to cover his pitched tent.   “I want to, young man. I’m not in the habit of leaving debts unpaid. Besides, I have a good feeling that you’re going to find this to be transformative,” Kijo said. Her hands lathered in a very rarely used blend of lotions. Her red painted nail turned on a playlist of smooth jazz music. “Just relax, let me repay your kindness,” Kijo said. She placed her hands on his chest, gently guiding him to her table. The lights were low, candles were lit, and the music moved Melvin to Kijo’s rhythm.

   Melvin’s breath was erratic and tense as Kijo’s hands tread along his skin. His eyes were pinched shut, a part of him terrified that this was all a dream and at any moment would become a nightmare. His hands still covered the front of his trousers, his aching cock harder than its ever been. But Kijo grabbed his arms, smiling. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen a barrel of pickles in my day kid.” She pulled the hands away, and a sound of true shock escaped her lips. “Goodness! I had no idea you were…well, so well endowed,” Kijo said. Melvin’s cheeks shifted to crimson. He didn’t hate his cock, but to him, it always seemed so out of place on his skinny frame. Kijo grabbed his pants, and in a single practiced motion tugged them free. Kijo smirked, Melvin seemed to prefer going commando in his costume. “This may warrant some special attention later,” she said. Melvin turned even redder, in more than one place. He had to keep his eyes closed, no matter what. This was already the closest to sex he had ever imagined he’d get. It didn’t help at all that the dress she wore was incredibly low cut and hugger her hips so tightly he could see the lining of her thong. As long as he kept his eyes closed, this wouldn’t end in humiliation and a stained dress.

   Her hands were incredible, Melvin thought. So soft, so tender. They wandered over every inch of his body, save his cock. He indeed was grateful for this. He was always so nervous and filled with tension. As Kijo’s hands moved about him all that disappeared. He felt lighter, calmer, even somehow happier. Melvin lost all sense of time under Kijo’s care. For all he knew it was Christman time. She also worked his face and ears into a state of total relaxation. Then when she lowered her hands to his ass, and pressed her lips to his, he had no idea how he managed to hold back.   “Almost done, but I think one more part of you needs a little attention,” Kijo said, breaking the kiss. Even as her hands slid down his sides they continued their manipulations. Kijo’s hand gripped Melvin’s puffed-up cock, then for the first time in his life, Melvin felt the moist tongue of a woman wrapped around his dick. Melvin gasped cutely, but he held his tongue. He wasn’t going to lose an opportunity like this. He wasn’t much for bragging, but he was still impressed that Kijo was able to take his full length into her mouth. The pleasure he felt was so intense he could feel it tingle in his fingertips. He began to squirm on the table, his movements feeling different that he thought they should. He dragged in some places where he shouldn’t have, and didn’t even touch the table in others.  But the mouth working his cock begged all his attention and he gripped the table with arms shorter than he remembered as a thunderous climax began growing inside him.

   Kijo continued to sink down on Melvin’s cock. Each drag felt shorter and shorter to Melvin, but the nuke of pleasure descending inside him was obliterating his senses. Then his mind and body went over the edge when he felt Kijo’s tongue penetrate his body. His back arched and his eyes flew open, only to be obscured by silver hairs. His scream of ecstasy was high and unquestioningly adorable. “OH MY GOD!!” Melvin screamed. He panted, finally feeling more weight on his chest than ever before. Kijo lifted her head and licked the sweet nectar from her lips. “Not bad, a little outside my usual tastes, but it is the season after all. Would you like to see?” Kijo said. Melvin rubbed his throat as Kijo washed her hands and fetched an ornate hand mirror and handed it to him. Melvin reached out and saw his hand through silver strands, his green-skinned hand. He lunged for the mirror, upsetting his seat on the table. His motion tumbled him off, and he fell a foot further than he was used to. He landed on his hands and knees, and an enormous weight on his chest pulled him further to the ground. He saw breasts dangling from his chest, pale green tits, big ones. He looked up and met the mirror, and the face inside.

   He was beautiful. Really beautiful. He had a cute, sexy face with pointed ears. His teeth were a little bit sharper, and jutted from the bottom of his mouth. His hair was long enough to brush his shoulders, but wild and unkempt. He abandoned the mirror and explored himself. His hips were outrageous, his waist was tiny, and he was so short he was barely above Kijo’s belt line. His fingernails were short but pointed. Somehow, he became some kind of orc, or a troll or—   “A goblin, in case you were wondering.”   “What?” Melvin said.   “A goblin, I turned you into a goblin-girl. You’re welcome.”   “But, I didn’t ask for this.”   “Most people don’t. But it was because of me your costume was ruined, so I gave you another one.”   “But—”   “Listen, I have been a masseuse a long time. And you aren’t the first person to have a wild time under my care. I could tell there was something in you, even if you didn’t know it yet. But I think you do. I’m a good judge of character after all. Now you can go to that party of yours and really live it up for the first time in your life. And when you’re finished, just come back to the parlor and I’ll fix your ears and your teeth and that lovely skin of yours. I’ll even turn you back into a boy, if that’s what you really want, of course.” Melvin grabbed the mirror again and looked at his face. It was nothing like his old one. It didn’t have his acne, or the scar from his boy-scout days by his chin. He didn’t need his glasses to see anymore, and everything was cute looking. But as he looked, all he could see was him. Rubbing a solitary tear from his eye, he said: “I’d like that very much, thank you.” He tried to embrace Kijo, but his chest made that a problem. They separated and shared a friendly chuckle. Kijo located a uniform that a former new employ had…damaged after an argument with the Madam. It was in tatters, but Melvin said that the tattered look helped fit the primitive motif. Kijo waved as Melvina made her way into the world, strutting her hips as she always practiced in secret.

The End. Hope Y’all like it!