#short story

[generikuser]

what the fuck😢

My adaptation of the God of Arepo short story, which was originally up at ShortBox Comics Fair for charity. You can get a copy of the DRM-free ebook here for free - and I'd encourage you to donate to Mighty Writers or The Ministry of Stories in exchange.

Again it's an honour to be drawing one of my favourite short stories ever. Thank you so much for the original authors for creating this story; and for everyone who bought a copy and donated to the above non-profits.

[woodywood101blog]

Experimental: 34 Weeks, Part 2

Once they got home, Yazan immediately changed out of his clothes and got into some more comfortable attire. He was dreading the day it would happen, but Yazan finally bit the bullet and put on a bra to try and soak up the leakage. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed.

“This is beyond insane. Isn’t that right, babies?” He rubbed his belly and felt them react fairly strongly. “Yeah, that’s right.”

He waddled out into the living room where Randy was wiping down the benches. Randy looked up and saw Yazan in a white bra and small green shorts.

“Wow…” Randy’s jaw dropped. “You really are knocked up!”

“Thanks, Randy, I feel it too.” Yazan slowly moved towards the sofa and sat down. He sighed as he lifted his legs to lay on his side on the sofa.

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that, Yaz! You’re looking… glowing! You’re bringing new life to this world - isn’t that amazing?”

“It would be if I didn’t look so fucking disgusting doing it!”

Randy walked towards the sofa where Yazan started to cry. “Hey, stop that! You are perfectly fine.” Randy grabbed some tissues nearby so Yazan could dab away the tears. “This is all a crazy experience, I get that, but you are so strong. You’re doing what no other man has done before, four times over!”

Yazan chuckled, realising he said the same thing to Mike.

“So, just breathe and relax. We don’t want the babies to worry, because that will be more uncomfortable, alright?”

“Alright, Randy…” Yazan smiled briefly at Randy to try and put him at ease. They looked at each other with a sense of calm.

“I think…” Randy started saying but then stopped himself.

“What? Is everything alright, Randy?”

“I just… ah, fuck it!” Randy turned and kissed Yazan on the lips. At first, Yazan’s eyes bulged at the sudden move by Randy but slowly moaned as their tongues touched.

Randy moved back and looked at the glossy-eyed Yazan. “Wow…” Yazan replied.

Randy immediately leapt back towards Yazan and they kissed more aggressively. Yazan started pulling off Randy’s shirt, exposing his tight 6-pack abs and thick pecs. Randy started pulling off Yazan’s bra, letting his newly-formed breasts hang loose.

Yazan looked down and groaned in disgust, but Randy saw the opportunity. He moved down towards one of Yazan’s nipples and started sucking it. Yazan felt some pressure build up around his chest, but then felt a wave of pleasure as Randy continued sucking and getting more colostrum out of his breast.

“Please…” Yazan gasped. “So… good!”

Randy looked up and saw Yazan’s eyes roll with pleasure as he moved across to the other nipple and started sucking. Yazan moaned even more as the pressure gave way to pleasure, with Randy also moaning as he swallowed the colostrum.

“You’re a good man, Randy! Thank you..” Yazan moaned.

“Who said I was done milking you?” Randy said with a devilish grin. At that moment, Randy moved his way down Yazan’s body, pecking at Yazan’s sensitive belly button. Yazan could feel his dick getting hard from Randy’s touch and kisses, and was rock hard by the time Randy started pulling down Yazan’s shorts. Yazan moaned as he moved his butt upwards to allow Randy to pull the shorts completely off, with Yazan’s dick slapping the base of his belly. His babies kicked the prostate in response, causing Yazan to moan even more as he felt precum leaking out of him.

“You’re so hot, Yaz!” Randy spat on the tip of Yazan’s dick and in one quick movement swallowed Yazan’s dick. Yazan moaned louder as Randy got to work on his dick. He couldn’t actually see what Randy was doing, with the babies in the way, but Yazan felt a surreal vibration permeate across his whole body. He felt himself developing a hot flush rapidly, moaning each time Randy sucked all the way down to the base of his dick. Yazan started tugging at his breasts that were leaking profusely. He started feeling overwhelmed with all the sensations, and felt it come to a climax as he came. He had not been able to jack off in months, as he struggled to reach his dick, so he had quite a lot of pent-up cum, which Randy swallowed completely.

As they caught their breaths, Randy moved back up towards Yazan and slowly kissed him on the neck and cheek. “That was hot, Yaz.”

“I see…”

“What?”

“Of course you weren’t going to find a girl.”

“I guess I was just waiting for the right moment… and you becoming a woman was the moment!” Yazan laughed and lightly slapped Randy on the shoulder. They laid down next to each other on the sofa as they hugged and continued kissing.

After a while, Yazan whispered to Randy, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Really?”

“Yes” Yazan raspily replied. Randy felt a wave of pleasure build as he moaned and kissed Yazan more intensely. He helped Yazan stand up from the sofa. Yazan led the way to the bedroom, with Randy holding onto Yazan’s waist and slowly kissing Yazan’s shoulders and neck.

Once in the bedroom, Yazan turned around and started trying to kneel.

“Yaz, what are you doing?” Randy chuckled.

“I… want to return the favour.” Yaz groaned.

“Yaz… babe, don’t worry. Let me look after you.” Randy helped Yazan get back up on his feet and pecked Yazan on the cheek. “We can try that again once these four are out of here. Instead, I want to fuck you.”

“Yes, Randy!” Yazan moaned sensually as he slowly got onto the bed. Randy let Yazan find a position most comfortable for him, which seemed to be on his hands and knees. Yazan let the belly graze the bed and his breasts droop downwards, dripping liquid. “Ready…”

Randy felt a fire light up in him as he started slowly licking and kissing Yazan’s ass and hole. He noticed that it had an unusually strong taste, almost akin to… 

“Were you preparing yourself, Yaz?”

“No, I can’t reach my asshole, so I can’t douche. Why?”

“Because.. Your ass tastes like pussy.”

“Ohhh…” Yazan groaned as he realised what was happening. He felt himself become more flustered and aroused as Randy kept flicking his tongue deeper into his ass. Should he instead call it a manpussy? Regardless, it became clear to Yazan that his asshole was preparing to push the babies out of him, and it caused all his nerve endings to become as sensitive as a woman’s. It made every single sensation increase tenfold with every kiss, suck and lick from Randy. He shivered in anticipation.

“Please, Randy…. Fuck me!” Yazan moaned.

“You sure you’re ready, babe?”

“Yes!!!”

Randy pulled down his pants to reveal his rock hard 10-inch dick. Yazan looked briefly behind and saw Randy’s fiery eyes stare intensely at his ass. He saw him spit into his hand and rubbed it over his dick. “Alright, Yaz…”

Randy slowly pushed his dick into the entrance of Yazan’s asshole and moaned at how tight yet plushy it felt. Yazan moaned incredibly loudly at the new filling sensation, as he felt Randy’s long and thick dick slide deeper into his ass.

It truly feels like a pussy, Randy thought as he picked up the pace and pushed his whole dick into the hole. It slid so easily in and out, with their symphony of moans and groans becoming one. They felt like two horny teenagers going at it for the first time, not caring at all whether the neighbours could hear. They wanted the world to know that Randy was fucking Yazan and that his manpussy was making it so much better.

Randy leant down to rest on top of Yazan’s back while pummeling in and out of his ass. Yazan continually moaned as he felt the dick push higher in his ass.

“Babe, I’m going to cum.” Yazan screamed.

“Cum for me, babe!” Randy groaned.

Yazan moaned in a higher pitch as he came all over the bed under him and also felt his breasts leak even more colostrum out. He continued to moan as Randy kept going, pushing as deep as he could into Yazan’s ass.

Randy started moaning higher, “Babe, it’s my turn to cum!”

“Oh yeah? Breed me, Randy!”

And with a loud scream, Randy pushed as much of his seed into Yazan’s ass as he could. Yazan sighed as he felt the seed push deep into his manpussy. He couldn’t believe how intense, yet amazing it was.

As they both laid down on the bed, staring deeply into each other's eyes, Yazan whispered, “I feel like I could go again, Randy…”

“Really?!”

***

Mike was sitting in his office looking through the last couple of results from Yazan’s blood and urine tests. He noticed Yazan constantly complaining about headaches in the written observations from Anna and Randy, and the babies were starting to slow down in their movements. At first, he assumed it was just because they were running out of room, and that labour was imminent. However, on closer inspection of the results, he saw a downward trend of oestrogen and progesterone, and an increase in testosterone within Yazan’s blood.

“No… it can’t be.”

Yazan’s body was starting to reject the pregnancy.

[microsff]

"You've never called me before," Captain Clever said.

"I've never seen such evil before," Dr. Dastard replied. "Crusher plots to take over the world."

"People will resist."

"Crusher is spreading stories showing people as inherently evil."

"To crush everyone's hope..."

"Exactly!"

[mychemfan]

WARNING: DO NOT WEAR JEANS WITH A BELT AND A SMALL HOODIE BECAUSE YOUR ASS WILL LOOK FAT AND JUICY AND PEOPLE WILL HIT ON YOU REPEATEDLY

[slashindex]

Cheating across the ages.

And a short story I wrote to go with it. :)

Confiscated pens containing cheat notes intricately carved by a student at the University of Malaga, Spain. (2022)

[whereserpentswalk]

There's a girl in your freind group who just appeared one day. Like literally. There was one day when she appeared and everybody else acted like she had always been there. Only you didn't remember that she had existed, or more accurately only you remembered that she hadn't existed the day before.

She acted normal. So very freindly. But there was something off about her. She seemed too hand crafted, her skin too pale, her hair too blond, her eyes too blue and face too pretty. She looked more like a doll then like a real person. And it was clear after asking the right probing questions that she had no hometown, no family, no ethnic group, that she just was. You were good at asking that type of question, to prove she wasn't human.

You're the only person in that freind group who knows about the supernatural. Like, you don't deal with it on a professional basis or anything, you know a few people who are more involved in it, and you've gotten the chance to see a handful of anomalies and entities and like one eldritch being. You even time traveled once. None of it was a big deal, but you thought they were cool, and it's good to know they exist. The reason it's important is because you know knowing about that stuff effects how you perceive certain things, especially when it comes to recognizing illusions and paradoxes.

You studied her for awhile. Did what you could to check her every little action, wonder if certain small things she did were what a human would do. Question her without letting on how much you know. You've studied the way she eats, the abnormalities in her dialect. The strangeness to how she got her documents. You stole a bit of hair to send to a lab and they confirmed her nonhuman. You're pretty sure from studying the way that her clothing moves on her body that she doesn't have nipples or private parts or a bellybutton, you know it's weird to speculate about that sort of thing with someone but a body like hers is different. Still, you never got full proof, never figured out what she really was, never got to show that she wasn't a real woman and expose the inhuman creature underneath.

As time went on, and you investigated her further and further you stopped being able to see her as a monster. It's clear that even if she's not human, she probably doesn't know what she is either. And more then that she seems like a nice person, all that time you spent with her trying to figure out what type of anomaly she is, you ended up actually getting to know her and she seems like a genuinely nice human being. When she told you she liked a new song and wanted to play it for you that probably was just her liking a song. When she developed a hyperfixation on birds and started being able to name local species at a glance that might have just been a legitimate interest. When she had a crush on a girl in your freind group that was actually just a crush, and not her looking to prey on someone in an alien way. You watched a TV show with her early on to try to figure her out, that might have been the first show she ever watched.

At this point you don't really think about her inhumanity when interacting with her. She's been in the group for awhile, everyone has far more real memories of her then false memories at this point. Trying to expose her for what she really is would just be mean at this point. The paradoxical nature of her existence isn't the main thing you know about her now.

You did have to come clean that you knew something was up. You didn't tell her how much you knew, or why, you just dropped the right hints and she caught on. She became so upset, so guilty, she was worried you would tell everyone else, or that you would hurt her. A few months back you would have, but not anymore. You hugged her, didn't ask any questions about what she was, and did your best to comfort her. Though her existence may have been fake, her hugs were real, those tears were real, and that was enough.

[night-market-if]

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[what-if-i-just-did]

"Are you okay?"

I spoke softly, so as not to startle him. I'd come back to the room to find him sitting up, and I could almost feel his panic and confusion. Upon seeing me, he calmed down.

"Yeah," he nodded, and it looked painful. "Just, I woke up and you weren't there, so.. "

I understood the problem instantly. I'd only gone to get water, but.. I would have reacted the same way, had it been him. Strange. Just days ago, I would not have hesitated to kill him. He would have easily done the same- nearly did, on a few occasions. Subconciously, my hand raised to the side of my throat, tracing an old scar. Very nearly.

Sitting down on the bed again, I could tell he was still looking at me. "Is something wrong?"

"No. Well... not beyond what We already know."

Right. We. Capital-W-we, like capital-U-us. Something that had happened in a single second that seemed to span a century. Mortal enemies to codependancy, a complete united front, within a second. We were lucky, We supposed. By myth and legend, the few that found what We did either came out with their sanity in fragmented shards, or did not come out at all.

Perhaps that's why We came out alive and sane- Well, sane... As close as could. One mind would shatter... but two would meld. Still incapable of grasping the... the magnitude, the insignificance, the severity of what We witnessed. Of what We know. But not catatonically so.

I sigh. We've spent the past few days in a hotel, avoiding Our respective teammates, mentors, minions, superiors... I know the exact look my mentor would give me if We even tried to explain this. How do We explain what happened to Us? How do We explain why there even is an Us, when We don't know Ourself? They would have his head most likely, or at least try to talk to me alone. But the difference, the line between me and him has thinned and blurred into infathomability. We don't know how, We can only guess at why. How could We convince them of it? The truth is We can't, and we know it. And his side.. has it's own complications. It's been days... We've been getting used to being Us, but We're running out of time.

"You're troubled."

Had it been anyone else, the observation would have startled me, seeing as how deep in thought I was. As it is, it's like he'd already been in my mind. Our mind. Days ago, my greatest enemy. Now, I don't believe he will ever be capable of even startling me again.

"We're running out of time. It's been a few days. They were aware of the risk in Our respective missions, but they will be expecting a result, and soon. Our corpses, or Our success. We need to decide what to do. We required the time to re-adjust, We still need more time, but... if We are not to do something soon, something to monitor or influence the consequences, then consequences will find Us, Our preferences and needs be damned."

He nodded. I didn't need more of an answer, anyways. He was already aware of everything I said. That's another thing, this.. near psychic bond. It wasn't like We could hear eachother's thoughts, it was more like.. like We had no need to. His body, his emotions, felt like an extension of what had originally been my own. We were still seperate and yet, connected. His feelings felt like an echo in my mind, his presence bringing me comfort despite feeling like my shadow. He was me, and more. He was still him. I was still me. But We were Us, and that was irreversible and incomprehensible.

Silently, we thought. Going through our options, sharing opinions, it required no words, no means of communication. Eventually We came to a conclusion. We would have to make sure that Our other halves weren't to be injured, that We weren't to be seperated, by either of Our previous sides. We didn't question those instincts, those needs. They had been instilled in Us the second we became Us, and it had left Us a scared, shivering mess as We clung to eachother, Ourself, for the first few hours. We had worked past that, had learnt to become seperate enough to operate independantly. Still, We stayed close.

It wasn't so much as that it hurt to be apart, as that it was massively unpleasant. Well, it hadn't hurt up until then, but We'd only been apart for short times and short distances since then- the bathroom, grabbing something, switching off the lights. It would not surprise Us if being further apart or for longer amounts of time would end up causing pain. We are One, after all.

Reassured, we both nodded. The lights had remained off, so there was no need to seperate Ourself. We slept in one bed, skin-to-skin, the closest We could get to physically being one. Social convention and strangers' assumptions were not something We were bothered by anymore. Although some leaned towards unpleasant accusations, We'd considered it an occupational hazard of almost always being in physical contact of some sort.

Sleep reached Us simultaniously, as it had ever since We became Us. It was a peaceful sleep, preparing for the day ahead.

Enemies who experience an inescapable horror together and can't imagine being without one another again

The one you hated just days before becomes the one you need curled against you to feel safe, the back of your neck now a hearth for his fiery breath while he sleeps. Flames that once terrified you have become a comfort, a barrier from evil that wishes for your shared demise.

[kanguin]

Ideal show:

Slow paced adult audience portal fantasy anime where a shutin dies in an accident, unfulfilled, unaware of who he really is, but is reincarnated into a fantasy world with a demon king situation. Standard fare. However, instead of getting going right away, the protagonist stays depressed and doesn't even attempt to start the quest he was given until he meets a high energy local adventurer lady, and through helping out with a sudden incident in town, protag and the adventurer form the first true friendship he's ever had. He finds her attractive, but doesn't say as much, as it he quickly finds out via a run in with her ex that she's a lesbian. Turns out, this magical world is enthusiastically and normalizing-ly accepting of queer people, and that actually comforts him greatly for some reason, even though he's pretty sure he's a straight guy; must just be happy for the people here.

His new friend encourages the him to go on and start the quest to defeat the demon king. It's a long journey, and will take years, but if he's prophesied to be the hero, then he's the only one who can do it. There's just one problem, the one prophesied to kill the demon king is a woman. Surely then he must have just misheard, clearly he must have been summoned to HELP the hero, which while disappointing and less glamorous, eases the burden somewhat. So the two gear up for their journey, and the protagonist purchases a magical item from a shop, a bracelet said to help the wearer reach their true potential. If that potential is heroism, it helps you build muscle and strengthens your bones. If that potential is music, your dexterity and fine motor skills slowly improve. Whatever change needs to be made, will be made. So surely, if a nobody like protag is taking to help defeat the demon king, that will be necessary.

The two set off, heading through more and more difficult areas as their quest takes them toward the heart of evil. Slowly but surely, protag gets stronger and faster, hell this bracelet is even smoothing out his skin. With his friend's help, protag slowly catches up to her, but not before she advances further. His adventurer friend has flings from time to time, but this doesn't really bother him, he's just happy she's happy. However the adventurer is getting confused, because she's certain she's not into men, but sometimes the light catches her friend's eyes, or glows off his hair, and she feels... Funny.

As time passes, protag's hair gets longer, from many uncut months, but it's also getting denser and more voluminous, and his hand, despite getting stronger wielding shields and swords, are also getting softer. Maybe the bracelet is trying to sighal to him to live a quiet life? But hey his stomach's getting flatter, even if it's all just shifting down to his thighs. Eh, must be there to build muscle, right?

(more under cut, this started out as a simple wishlist of ideas but ballooned into a full vague framework of a story)

But slowly, this new world challenges the protagonist on facts he took for granted. He meets people who were born one way, only to find they would rather be another, and starts to question what it even means to be a man, or if it even meant the same thing to him as other men. It means nothing to him though... Slowly, he stops trying to prove his manliness at times, and just, wants to be himself. But he's starting to question who he even is; new experiences keep making the protagonist think back to their old life, and reanalyze some things they never gave any time of day. Suddenly they're relating less and less to men, and really, truly feeling happy in the company of women. Perhaps it's just because men bullied them?

Meanwhile, the protagonist is looking... Prettier? And smiling when they see themself in the mirror? They're normally a sad snarker, but their adventurer friend is starting to be thrown off guard by their genuine joy along the journey. And... Kind of attractive, but holy shit what??? They're a guy, she doesn't swing that way, no way.

By the time they're halfway to the demon king's castle, they're greeted at a tavern as two "young ladies". Which throws the two of them for a loop, because clearly there's only one girl here, right there. Sure, the protag is pretty androgenous, always have been, so the mistake is easy to make, but... Wait have they always been androgynous? No they were clearly just some out of shape guy when they got here, why would getting in shape from a magic bracelet make that less defined. And that's when the two remembered.

The bracelet works off of the true self, the full potential of a person.

The two get a room at the in and realize they NEED to talk about what this means. The adventurer is excited, but protag is just confused. The adventurer shouts in joy that protag must be destined to ge a girl, that's why the prophecy seemed off. In a panic, protag checks their pants... Okay little buddy is still there. This, however, makes their friend crack up laughing. She's in hysterics at why they think becoming a girl means that would change. Sure, most girls have a vulva, she has one she says, but not all girls do. And if your truest, most ideal self still has a dick, there's no reason it would go anywhere.

Sure, they've been happier lately, and no longer hate seeing their face in mirrors, but do they really see themself as a girl? Wait, they've not really been referring to themself as a guy in a while, and somewhere along the line "he/him" just got dropped without them even noticing. Why does this suddenly put a lot of things from the past into context? Why does that feel like a weight off their increasingly heavier chest? Changes like this, so gradual you don't even notice, so right they just feel natural... maybe this is what they needed. Maybe this is what they've always wanted. Maybe when they arrived in this world, they weren't exactly the hero of legend, but maybe... maybe they want to become her?

This introspection greatly relieves their friend, who had grinned and bared that she must have stumbled into the responsibility, but never truly felt right taking the chosen hero's role just because of a little gender incongruence. Then again, everything about the backwards, if technologically advanced, world her friend came from makes sense why they just assumed it must be her instead.

When the pair got back on the road again, the two adventurers were working in better sync than ever. The friend native to this world started peppering in feminine terms when talking to and about the protagonist. She'd comment on "her" hair, ask a blacksmith to repair (and adjust) "this fine lady's armor". When the terms would hit a nerve, she'd back off, but slowly, the terminology started to make the protag smile sheepishly.

The protagonist wasn't the only one who was changing, of course. While both were becoming more skilled adventurers as they took on bigger and bigger missions, the more seasoned of the two found herself sitting closer on benches to her friend, stealing glances at night when they brush strands of hair out of their face, having to look away when the tent curtain isn't fully closed when the protagonist starts changing... Oh my god she's into her. Them. Whatever. At least protag isn't a guy after all?

The two of them pick up other party members along the way; some stay for a while, some leave, but by just after halfway there they're a pretty consistent team of four, and the other two are certain there's something between the co-leaders, but hell if they're going to poke that hornet's nest of drama, they have to hear the two of them fretting fruitlessly to themselves when the other isn't around as is.

2 years into the journey, and just looking at the protagonist, there's no clue she could have ever been mistaken for a man. Mere months from the demon king's castle, and she's gone from a joke the hordes can't take seriously to a fearsome warrior you don't approach, lest she strike you down with her blade or her crossbow-wielding situationship takes you out first.

Despite all the battlefield confidence, however, the protagonist and her oldest companion in this world still rest at a stalemate, where each have formed a wall of excuses for why they shouldn't approach the other about how they feel. Fighting is easy, navigating feelings is complicated, especially when the circumstances today are different from when they first met years ago. The demon king is mere months away, the party is ready to take him on, but that's bizarrely ever the topic of conversation. The mage and cleric find it not only amusing, but also reassuring, as if navigating complex social barriers is their biggest concern, then they're probably going to be just fine.

That is, it's funny until it's gone on for 3 years, the captain's a clueless virgin, the co-captain stopped having hookups over a year ago, and both are pent up to high heaven.

Then one day, just before they get to the demon castle, the impending threat cracks the surface of the tension, and the protagonist confesses to her companion, even though she knows her friend only dates women, she just has to confess. To this, her friend calls her an idiot for not realizing that isn't an issue, it hasn't been for a long time. She does reciprocate those feelings though, she was just worried the protagonist had long ago written her off as an option after she made it clear she wasn't into men, even though things had changed. In relief, the two laugh, sob, and hug, before pulling away into a long overdue kiss.

The party, newly resolved of tension, gathers their materials, and lays absolute shit into the demon king. The three years that it took to get here had honed all of them into fine warriors, but most of all the protagonist's bracelet had made her into the perfect weapon to slay the evil tyrant. With a decisive slash, the absolute evil that had plagued this land was now without his head, and the hordes of his armies that witnessed this cowered in fear of their defeat.

It would take many more years before the rest of his forces in the land outside the path the party cleared were stamped out, but the root had been thoroughly ripped out and the land could heal and rebuild without threat of absolute destruction for once in many millennia. The protagonist and her "best friend" would go on to get married, and after a few more years helping stamp out the dark army's remnants, the two would settle down in a small town, open a shop, and most of all be happy.

Maybe they stay monogamous, maybe they find a third person they both fall in love with. Maybe they eventually open the relationship but have each other as their anchors they always come home to. Maybe just the one from the magical world originally goes back to hookups on the side with her wife's blessing. I don't care how it's handled (though shirking monogamy in a story is always welcome), but I need a story like this put to animation in my lifetime. Maybe I might write my own story off this framework someday, fleshed out into a full narrative with actual names and locations, but if something like this gets put into production, which is a pipe dream I know, I would truly die happy. I love portal fantasies and their opportunity to explore a world unlike ours, and the opportunity for fish-out-of-water tales that help the protagonist grow into a better version of themself bring me so much joy. So to take this genre that is so often male wish fulfillment, and make it something that reflects my fantasies as a queer trans feminine person, it would just make me so happy.

I hope what I wrote is enjoyable by anyone who reads this, and I sincerely hope I don't have to mute this post from terf backlash or something. If you got to the end here, thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart.

[woodywood101blog]

Experimental: 34 Weeks, Part 1

After a couple of days to recover from both the jetlag and the general discomfort of flying with a massive belly, Yazan made the most of the beautiful Sydney weather to explore one key location he had always wanted to explore: the Sydney Opera House. He occasionally plays the piano, so being able to come to the Concert Hall and watch an incredible piano concerto with the Sydney Symphony accompanying the artist was spellbinding. 

Although it was a bit awkward sitting in seats which were clearly not designed for extremely pregnant people, Yazan and the babies relaxed and let the wonders of the performance wash over them. Randy looked across and could see Yazan blissfully enjoying the show while slowly rubbing the belly. He slowly moved his hand across to rest it on top of Yazan’s belly. Yazan briefly looked across and lightly smiled back at Randy. Yazan reached for Randy’s hand and moved it towards where the babies were rolling around. Randy’s eyes bulged, and so did his dick. He could not stop being so ravenously horny when he imagined Yazan looking even more bloated than he currently is.

The following day, Yazan and Randy arranged to meet Mike at the University of Sydney, so that Yazan could meet the research team, do some basic tests and scans, and to finally work out what was going on, and how the hell he became pregnant in the first place.

After some basic measurements were taken, Yazan laid down on a bench and lifted his shirt to prepare for an ultrasound. Randy sat next to Yazan, eagerly awaiting the screen to see the four babies. When the four babies appeared on screen, they both had tears welling up.

“There are four perfectly healthy babies in there, Yazan. This is amazing…” Mike said. “Do you want to know the genders?”

“Sure!”

“I can see… three boys and one girl.”

Yazan started crying. It’s really happening. He is actually about to start a whole family in one go, with three sons and a daughter. He hadn’t thought much about having children, but going through this pregnancy made him realise that he had secretly wanted to have kids but just knew it was never going to happen, because of both his sexuality and his profession. Being pregnant himself turned his whole world upside-down, but also made it feel right again.

“God, I’m so emotional these days!” Yazan chuckled as he tried to dry away the tears, with Randy cleaning Yazan’s belly.

“I know an easy way to bring you back to Earth. Blood and urine tests!” Mike interjected. Yazan and Randy turned and glared at Mike.

Following the needles and jugs of water, Yazan, Randy and Mike were able to sit down in Mike’s office to discuss what the remaining 2 months would look like here in Sydney. Mike explained that his whole team were subject to incredibly strict research confidentiality agreements, so the likelihood of things going public were incredibly low unless Yazan did something crazy like go and talk to the media himself. Mike strongly recommended coming back to the lab once a week to do the same ultrasound, blood and urine tests, but understood if Yazan didn’t have the energy or ability to travel to the lab. They were prepared for whatever would happen, including an urgent transfer to the Royal Prince Alfred Hospital if required to one of their private delivery rooms. In other words, Yazan was in safe hands with Mike.

“So, any questions?” Mike asked Yazan.

“Well, where do I begin? Randy, would you be able to step outside for a minute please?” Randy nodded and quietly stepped away and shut the door behind him.

“Question 1: will you finally tell me how the fuck a man, with a penis, scrotum, testicles - the whole shebang - managed to grow tits, a ‘uterus’, an egg and become pregnant?”

***

Randy had a wander around the lab to see what is happening in the world of gynaecology. He didn’t exactly enjoy studying it in medical school, but needed to know parts of it in order to understand paediatrics. One of the research assistants, a second-year medical student named Anna, noticed he looked a bit lost, and asked if he was waiting for anyone in particular.

“Ah, yeah, Yazan and Mike are talking in private.”

“Oh, no worries… Hey, you seem like you vaguely know your way around a lab?”

“Yeah, I’m a paediatrician.”

“Oh, amazing! I’m kinda keen on giving that a go actually.”

And sure enough, Anna invited Randy to come and have a look inside the secure lab to see what they were working on. Anna asked a million questions to Randy about his work, the patients, his hospital, working in the United States compared to Australia, and all the questions an eager medical student would ask of a doctor in their field of expertise. Meanwhile, Randy was looking around to see if there were any hints of the project that caused Yazan to become pregnant in the first place.

“Hey, just a question Anna, and totally fine if you can’t answer, but… How exactly did Yazan become pregnant?”

“Oh, right…” Anna directed Randy towards a storeroom in the corner containing a small box of vials filled with what looks like salt. “Technically, you should not be allowed in here, but if we stay quiet, no one will notice. There are no cameras nearby, so we’re safe unless someone comes looking for us.”

“Alright…” Randy quickly looked around and turned back to Anna. “This just looks like salt?”

“Yes, it does look like salt, but it’s actually heavily concentrated hormonal supplements. These supplements are so powerful that they could dramatically speed up the period of time required for trans people to undertake hormonal replacement therapy, from 8 months down to 1 month.”

“A month?”

“Yes, and as far as our research scope was, that was it. But Mike was secretly interested in seeing what else this supplement could do, so he adjusted some of the compounds to revive a formerly rejected project: male pregnancy.”

“What do you mean rejected?”

“The University’s ethics committee rejected further funding of the project for ethical reasons.”

“Further funding? Does that mean this was already tested on someone?”

“Mike tested it on himself, but he only made it to three weeks pregnant before his body started rejecting the supplements.”

“What happens when the supplements are rejected?”

“Mike said it almost felt like a uterine rupture. Very aggressive, requires heavy medical intervention.”

“How serious?”

“If left untreated, there is a high risk of fatality.”

Randy looked back down at the box of vials and picked one of the vials up. “How could one of these vials get Yazan pregnant so quickly?”

“That’s the part we don’t understand. The hormones are meant to take anywhere between 24 to 48 hours to kick in, so the fact that it kicked in over the course of a dinner is astounding. But… I just think Mike was a bit heavy-handed in dosage.”

“Have you raised that with him?”

“No, I’m just a second-year student.”

“A second-year student working on revolutionary research! Anna, this is the kind of stuff you should test and confirm! If Yazan received a higher dosage than expected, we need to know what effects it has on him. I - we need to confirm that he is safe.”

***

Yazan felt the room spinning after Mike explained what happened that night at the Oxford Hotel.

“You drugged me, you assaulted me, and now I’m here with an extremely high-risk pregnancy?!”

Mike looked down towards his feet.

“I thought I had cancer, Mike. Cancer! I had no idea what was going on when I started experiencing morning sickness, tender nipples, swollen pecs, sore hips, swollen feet, abdominal cramps, extreme mood swings, lethargy, hypersensitivity to certain smells… you name it, I had it. Four fucking times over! And you have the fucking audacity to ask me to be your ‘research subject’? Go to fucking hell, Mike!”

Yazan stood up as assertively as he could and waddled towards the door.

Just as Yazan was about to walk out of the office, Mike asked, “Will you at least come here for the ultrasounds? We genuinely want to make sure the babies are healthy.”

“Randy can do it.”

Mike shook his head. “Fine.”

Yazan waddled out of the office and yelled, “Randy, we’re leaving!”

“Oh shit, gotta go. Thanks for the information, Anna!” Randy said to Anna as he quickly sped out of the storeroom to catch up to Yazan. Anna looked down at the box of vials, thinking.

***

Yazan wanted to go for a walk of some sort to clear his mind, so after navigating Sydney’s trains and buses, they found a relatively easy walking track near Bondi Beach. 

Yazan spent most of the time venting about Mike and how he managed to change Yazan’s life forever. 

“Do you realise that whatever magic salt he gave me means I now have a fully functional uterus and an ovary? I can now become pregnant like any other woman. Who the fuck does that to a guy?!”

Randy’s mind was spinning from the information Anna provided to him about the hormonal supplements.

“Yazan, please be careful.”

“What? Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, I am. It’s just… You need to be more careful. Right, let’s take a break from walking. You’ve been on your feet all afternoon.”

“I am fine, I am not invalid. Just because I’m -”

At that moment, a group of young guys were walking past and looked suspiciously at Yazan and Randy’s argument. They sniggered when they saw Yazan’s ridiculously large belly. Yazan and Randy looked back at them, then waited until they were gone.

Yazan loudly whispered, “Just because I’m fucking pregnant, doesn’t mean I can’t walk.”

“I get that, but I just want you to be careful.”

“What do you mean, Randy?”

“I don’t want to lose you, Yaz! You’re my best friend, and frankly this whole project is scaring me and I just…” Randy burst into tears. Surprised by the sudden outburst, Yazan pulled Randy into a tight hug.

“Randy… I’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.” Randy looked down towards Yazan’s belly, which was moving at the sensation of being stuck between two men hugging tightly. They chuckled. “See, they all agree!” Randy laughed as they walked together back towards the bus stop to the city.

Over the following weeks, Yazan and Randy made the most of their time in Sydney. Alongside the weekly ultrasound and blood and urine tests, they also explored the region. They went across to the Blue Mountains to see the Three Sisters and have lunch at the Hydro Majestic. They went north towards Palm Beach to see where Home and Away is filmed. They even hired a car and drove down to Canberra to see the national institutions and Parliament.

It also became abundantly clear that Yazan’s body was experiencing more and more pressure carrying four large babies further than expected. He was struggling to stay on his feet for long periods of time, both because his feet were sore and because of the pressure on his bladder and prostate. He was struggling to stay focused because he was emotional, exhausted and vaguely aroused by the changing sensations across his body. His nipples were permanently sensitive to any touch, including Randy’s when he accidentally tapped Yazan’s chest in jest.

Randy was amazed by how big Yazan continued to grow. His latent fascination with the transformation became more prominent as Yazan’s belly continued to bulge outwards. Randy took any opportunity to sit close to Yazan and feel the babies move around. Yazan noticed Randy’s interest in the belly, and started to wear clothes that stretched tightly across every part of his body, allowing Randy to see every little movement and ripple.

Ever since Yazan said he now had a fully-functioning uterus and ovary, Randy could not get the image out of his mind that he wanted to get Yazan pregnant again, but this time with his kid, or kids! He would furiously jack off in the bathroom to thoughts of Yazan with a huge pregnancy belly, tits leaking milk and waddling everywhere with his fattened ass and thighs. He never imagined he would get so aroused seeing Yazan like this, but now that it’s happening, he doubts he’ll ever see Yazan in the same way again.

***

One afternoon, Yazan and Randy were catching up on a Netflix show. Yazan laid on the sofa, feeling the odd rolling of a baby around his belly when he groaned.

“Ugh, Randy, I’m so bored!”

“Well… we could go out somewhere?”

“Looking like this? No way!”

“Yaz, I’m sure you’ve got some bigger clothes that will fit, and if not, I’ll run across to a store and get some for you, okay?”

Yazan childishly replied, “Fine, I’ll see what I can find.” He raised his hands towards Randy to get help sitting up and getting off the sofa. With a strong pull, Yazan got up and groaned as gravity started pushing down on his hips and legs, and slowly began to move towards his bedroom to find some clothes to wear.

Once he felt ready to move, they walked towards the bus to get towards the city centre. Yazan and Randy wandered around the city to see what food options were around, with frequent breaks for Yazan. Occasionally, Randy would ask Yazan to stand briefly for some tourist shots. “Gotta remember these moments, Yaz! You might not be pregnant again!” Randy would remind Yazan. Yazan chuckled as he posted sideways in front of St Mary’s Cathedral, emphasising his widened physique.

They eventually settled on a Sydney institution for dinner that immediately satiated Yazan’s cravings: Pancakes on The Rocks. The delicious and fluffy pancakes were made even better with the staff being more than able to provide additional extra sides for Yazan, like streaky bacon and avocado alongside his double serving of butterscotch cream pancakes. Randy was impressed, and slightly concerned, by the mixing of flavours Yazan was experimenting with.

“So, Yaz, have you thought much about how these babies are going to come out?”

“I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Yaz!” Randy looked around and leant in. “You’re 33 weeks pregnant with quads. You’re probably going to drop four babies at any moment. As much as you don’t want to think about it, I think it’s time you do take it seriously. How are they going to come out? We should reach out to Mike -”

“Absolutely not! We’re going to be fine, all of us.” Yazan loudly whispered back as he rubbed his belly more aggressively.

“Fine, but I just want you and the kids to be safe, so if anything does go wrong -”

At that moment, a waiter dropped a fork nearby while trying to clear a table. The sudden clanging of cutlery caused a baby nearby to scream and cry. Randy looked back towards Yazan once the situation with the baby resolved.

“Uhh, Yaz?” Randy was staring at Yazan’s chest.

“What?” and it was at that moment Yazan looked down and saw two dark patches spreading around his chest area. He gasped and looked back at Randy in horror, while Randy was staring so intensely at the patches that continued to expand.

“Fucking hell, Randy! Am I lactating?!”

“Seems like it, babe.” Yazan shook his head in confusion. “Sorry, Yaz!” Randy shook his head. “Let’s get you back home, shall we? We’re probably a 5-minute Uber away from here.”

Yazan grabbed some tissues and stuffed them under his shirt to try and soak up whatever was going on. While there, he got some of the milk on his finger and looked at it more closely. “It’s… more yellow than I thought?”

“Ahh, it’s not milk, it’s colostrum.”

“Duh, of course! How could I forget that?”

“Well, you haven’t had to think about medicine for a while, Yaz. You’ve had some other more important things to worry about!”

Yazan laughed, “Yeah, I guess so…” as he rubbed his belly while getting into the cramped Uber.

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: I had a prompt for this particular story.

Prompt: I don’t wanna die.

——————🧟‍♀️——————

"I...I don't wanna die.."

"Yer' not gonna die, you 'ear me?"

"Please don't let it take me." I said not exactly sure what 'it' meant, but given the circumstances it was either the virus from the bite or the light.

Which ever came faster that is.

"I won't." He exclaimed, practically growled at me, looking me in the eyes. The eyes that usually showed little to no emotion, had tears brimming in the corners of his eyes.

Daryl wouldn’t cry in front of everyone scared to show any signs of weakness, but in front of me and he’d do anything.

Even if that means shedding a tear or two.

"Where was she bit?" Everyone looked at me for confirmation, but all I can do was choke out one word.

“Neck..” They looked at Hershel and he sided, shaking his head 'no.' Lord, if that only hadn't made you sob harder.

"What do you mean 'no?' I don't- I can’t lose her to one of those bastards. Now, if you don't do something right now, I swear to god I will shoot you dead right now."

Daryl threatened, griping onto Hershel’s shirt, and Rick grabbed him roughly, moving him away from Hershel.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. But she has two choices." He didn't need to say it, in order for us to know what they where, we had already gone through it with Jim.

"I don't want to go, but Daryl," He grabbed my hand tightly, putting a hand on my cheek. "It hurts, it's hurt so much." I said taking in so many breaths of air, as if it'll patch up the wound, get rid of the virus, and make me immune.

If only life had worked that way..

But this is how it ended. This is how it ended for you. This is your stop, if you could turn the metaphorical car around and turn back time, you would.

God, you would do it with so much quickness, you'd have lost control of the wheel.

But it was time for you to say your 'goodbyes.’

Ready or not.

It was time to go to sleep..

[soliloquyspace]

“I had more than everything in the world never wanted anything more… anyone more…”

[infosphere]

The Silent Guardian - A Bat man story

Gotham City was eerily quiet, an unsettling hush that seemed to wrap around its darkened streets. In the heart of the city, atop Wayne Tower, Bruce Wayne stood, contemplating the latest threat to his beloved Gotham. It was not the typical villain causing mayhem but something far more elusive: an unknown entity referred to only as "The Whisperer."

Reports of criminals disappearing without a trace had started circulating. The city's underworld was abuzz with rumors about a silent guardian who moved like a shadow, leaving nothing but whispers in their wake. Determined to uncover the truth, Batman set out to investigate this new player in Gotham's dangerous game.

One night, as Batman patrolled the city's rooftops, he felt a presence trailing him. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but he knew he wasn't alone. Using his detective skills, he set a trap, luring the elusive figure into the open. To his surprise, it was a woman dressed in a sleek, all-black suit, her face obscured by a mask.

"You've been following me," Batman said, his voice calm yet commanding.

"I am The Whisperer," she replied, her voice barely audible. "I've come to help Gotham."

Skeptical but intrigued, Batman listened as she explained her mission. She had no grand vendetta or tragic backstory; she was simply someone who had lost too many loved ones to crime. The Whisperer had trained in silence and shadows, using her skills to incapacitate criminals and leave them for the authorities without a trace.

Intrigued by her methods and motivated by a shared goal, Batman proposed they work together. Their partnership was tenuous at first, but they quickly realized their combined strengths made them an unstoppable force against the city's criminals.

One night, they received word that the Scarecrow had returned, unleashing his fear toxin on unsuspecting citizens. Batman and The Whisperer split up to cover more ground, each tackling different parts of Scarecrow's operation. As Batman confronted the Scarecrow, he found himself ensnared in a hallucinogenic nightmare, the fear toxin warping his senses.

Struggling to maintain control, Batman fought through the visions of his darkest fears. Just as he began to falter, The Whisperer appeared, her presence a calming influence. She spoke softly, guiding him through the nightmare with her unwavering voice.

"Remember who you are, Bruce," she whispered. "You're stronger than your fears."

With her support, Batman overcame the toxin's effects and together, they apprehended the Scarecrow, dismantling his operation and saving countless lives. As they stood victorious, a mutual respect and trust had formed between them.

"The Whisperer," Batman said, "Gotham needs you. We need you."

She nodded, her eyes reflecting the determination they both shared. "I'll be there, in the shadows, watching over Gotham."

As dawn broke over the city, Batman knew he had found not just an ally but a kindred spirit. Together, they would continue to protect Gotham from the darkness that lurked in its streets, their partnership a testament to the silent guardians who watch over the city.

By InfoSphere

[issues4him]

𐙚 bf!draco headcanons

- he LOVES being a boyfriend you cannot convince me otherwise

- he loves making his girl feel special

- his favorite pet name for you is 'princess'

- he lovessss buying you things

- you couldn't care less about how much money he has, but he likes to show it off to you

- you're like the only person who he can open up to

- you're the only person who's seen him cry

- he knows how much you love stuffed animals, so be prepared for having a stuffie of basically every animal to ever exist

- he really came out of his 'bad boy' persona when you two started dating

- he is such a touchy guy i swear

- literally during dinner one time he just pulled you right onto his lap

- like sir this is a hogwarts dining hall

- this might be controversial but i think his parents would actually love you

- like yes, especially if you were a pure-blood slytherin, but even if you were a half-blood hufflepuff!

- your personality won them over for sure

- draco won't ever say it, but he LOVES when you call him 'dray'

- he is a big baby

- just such a sweetheart, really

- he's also veryyyy jealous

- like, one time you got paired up with a random guy in potions instead of draco and oh boy... you thought he was going to burn eye holes into the back of that guys head

- if he thinks you're talking to another guy for too long, or he seems too interested in you, draco will come up and hug you from behind

- also the way he'd unfortunately love to tickle you...

- he thought it was funny to watch you laugh and cry until the one day when you ended up kicking him in the jaw on accident

- he was done with tickles for a while after that

- i feel like he'd compliment you like 20x a day.

- even if it was just, 'you smell good' or 'you make me happy'

- anyway he's just a big teddy bear and i will die on this hill!

[kindred-spirit-93]

[insert title here]

still working on the basics for *checks notes* agatha and bayan :D!!

experimenting with glasses and hijabs lol bc i totally dont have other very urgent and more important things to be doing right now lmao.

didnt notice that the pen that was in my hand got in frame sorry. the doodle on the right looks so done with me lmao. same girl same

glasses my dudes. need to work on my basic geometry

the girlies, but with glasses.

the lore i worked on since this morning was giving homegirl a pair of glasses. she just got her prescription so were learning together (her to wear and me to write lol). ghost physics hopefully next.