Fall & Winter Drabble Meme: Mpreg Edition
Hello all! In an effort to keep this comm going, it's about time for a drabble meme. Show us what you got! Prompt away, fill to your heart's content. If you haven't filled a prompt before, try it out! We are all here to encourage your imagination. ;)
Now, let the prompting & filling begin! This drabble meme is all about mpreg! You can post other ( Read more... )
Now, let the prompting & filling begin! This drabble meme is all about mpreg! You can post other ( Read more... )
Week five was the last he would be able to crawl on his own. As it was, he had to bear crawl on his finger tips and toes because the monstrous belly was too large. It forced him to spread his legs wide, which only made him lower to the ground, leaving him practically lying atop the crowded womb that was now large enough that several of himself could have curled up inside.
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Crowley lost track of time after that. He only knew that Lucifer occasionally sent groups of demons to roll him over to the other side so he wouldn’t develop bedsores. The demons taunted him and poked at the mammoth belly that was so tight it barely gave at all. Crowley wondered if he wouldn’t just explode in a blast of gore and infant hellhounds. It seemed he could feel it ever expanding, tighter and tighter, more and more pressurized. Sometimes he swore he could hear the skin and muscle creaking.
“Look at you.” One of his handlers had stayed to torment him. “You’re really packed to bursting, aren’t you? Your skin is pulled so tight, I can practically see the outlines of the pups inside. Do you think maybe Lucifer will let us have a go with you after you whelp?” The demon’s hand trailed from his bulging abdomen toward his behind, and like a beached whale, Crowley was helpless to resist. A hand grabbed the demon’s wrist and squeezed.
“Ah ah ah,” Lucifer singsonged. “Not unless I say so. Get out.”
After the demon left, Lucifer crouched in front of Crowley. “Do you know how long it’s been?” Lucifer asked, and Crowley managed to feebly shake his head. “You, my perfect, little breeder, are about a week overdue, and you seem to be zoning out on us, so I think it’s time to move things along.”
Lucifer laid both hands on his belly, and he felt power surging like when Lucifer had modified him for gestation. He barely noticed the cramping, the muscle pulled so thin it could hardly contract at all. He did feel the horrific pain of his makeshift birth canal and cervix instantly dilating fully, and with no mystical gag, he screamed in agony. It felt like he was being torn apart.
After that moment of purest torment, he was surprised to feel only a small trickle of fluid.
“No room,” Lucifer explained, reading his thoughts again.
He tried to push, but his overextended muscles would not comply. Instead, he screamed himself hoarse as one by one the pups, each the size of a human infant, crawled their way out of him on their own.
As he lay utterly exhausted, Lucifer healed his body.
“Thirty puppies. Not bad! What shall we try next?”
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