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Charles always considered himself asexual. He never had the need to have sex like other people do. In the rare event that he was turned on, he always just dealt with it himself if he had the time. It was satisfactory and got the job done. Of course, that changed when he got pregnant.
With his first child, who he gave birth to while still living in Mordhaus, it came as a bit of a shock. He had lost his virginity in conceiving her, and for the first few months felt normal. Though one day, in his second trimester, it was like a flip had switched. He passed by a mirror while getting dressed in the early morning and noticed his rounded out stomach. It still wasn’t that big, and when he put on his suit it was entirely hidden. But it was there. And it felt heavy on his body.
For the rest of that day he was insatiable. He constantly ground his crotch against his desk chair, desperate for any relief. He assumed that the animalistic urge would fade out as the day went on, but by nightfall, he still desperately craved pleasure. As soon as he fell onto his bed he stroked his T-dick with no consideration for how loud or rough he was being. He came five or six more times before he was exhausted and fell asleep, pussy still tingling with pleasure.
When he woke up the next morning and saw himself again, the same feeling returned. The next day, too. He eventually had to get in the habit of masturbating every morning so he could remain somewhat productive.
It continued for the rest of his pregnancy, only getting harder to deal with as his stomach grew and became heavier. More than once, he considered hiring a prostitute to come and fuck him over his desk in the middle of the day. The feeling of being so fertile, so big, it just made him cock hungry. This was frustrating for Charles as he had never been cock hungry in his life, and the animalistic urge to have sex and procreate didn't even make sense because he was already pregnant.
Once he gave birth, his hormones settled down and this all went away overnight. He had to focus on his newborn daughter, whom he named Phoenix. Though, he did still enjoy looking at his flabby postpartum belly for a few months, until his workout routine made it disappear.
When he decided to have a second child years later under the church, he knew he would have to deal with this problem again. He got a hard-on just thinking about how big his stomach would get. The strangest part was that he never felt this looking at other pregnant people. It must be a sensory thing, he thought.
Charles had sex for the second time in his life in a lengthy fertility ritual, and promptly conceived his second child. Or children. The church discouraged him from using outside technology, so he never had an ultrasound, and never found out if he had twins. He was definitely big enough for twins, which came as a detriment to him as that meant the feeling returned faster and harder. It was a tad bit easier, considering the church was sex-positive, but for Charles, coming from the outside world, it was still strange to tell people he was going to go masturbate. Many brothers and sisters alike offered to fuck him hard to help with the urges, but he declined, there was no point in dealing with others when his fingers were just fine.
At 7 months pregnant, he was as big as when he gave birth to his daughter. All of his work translating old books and studying ancient practices in the belief of the Klok screeched to a halt. He would regularly position himself in front of the mirror in his room and jack off, staring at his own belly and rubbing it with his free hand. It felt so shameful, but he couldn’t stop, it felt too good.
He tried discussing it with some of the other pregnant women in the church, as delicately as he could. They did say they were hormonal, but not that they were so horny all the time that they couldn’t get anything done.
Now, at 9 months, due to give birth in less than a week, Charles laid in his bed, trying to relax. He already tucked Phoenix in her bed in the communal sleeping area for the children. She willingly gave up her private room that was next to Charles’, saying her baby sister would need it more, and that she was a big kid now. She wanted a sister instead of a brother, so she kind of just assumed their gender whenever she talked about them.
With his room illuminated by the soft glow of an oil lamp, tried to read a book written by a priest from the past days of the church. It was about demons, specifically the kind of demons that were initially made up by parents to scare their children into behaving. It was a good inspiration for his own parenting style. And, judging by the storm his baby was kicking up inside him, he would need a lot of discipline for this one.
Soon, Charles’ eyelids began to feel heavy and he started to drift off. Before he could, a particularly strong kick jolted him awake. Charles smiled and rubbed small circles on his belly in the spot where he was kicked.
“Are you going to keep me up all night with that?” Charles spoke to his stomach, chuckling. As if it understood him and could actually respond, the baby stretched out its arms, distending the skin of Charles’ belly. This hurt a decent bit, considering his skin was already almost stretched to its limit on its own. Charles winced and clutched his stomach in pain until the baby returned to its natural position.
Charles sighed, staring at his belly and thinking about his baby. He just wanted to hold them in his arms and cuddle them tight. He only had to get past the huge obstacle that was childbirth. He had given birth to his daughter via C-Section, but now under the church, his fellow brothers and sisters insisted he give birth naturally. They told him it was safe, that he was protected by the gods, that they would help him. He believed this, of course, but it was still daunting. His first time giving birth vaginally, and he was going to either have twins or a 99th percentile in size singleton baby. The few contractions he felt before going under anesthesia to have his daughter cut out of him hurt like hell, and that was early labor.
As he rubbed the circumference of his stomach underneath the soft linen of his pajamas, he began to take notice of a few things. His stomach was so round, the weight of it put so much pressure on his guts and the top of his stomach absolutely towered over him. When he realized this, he got so horny so fast it felt like getting struck by lightning.
Cursing to himself, he placed the book inside the shelf on his bedside table and spread his legs to get ready to jack off. It would take about an hour of precious sleep away from him, but there was no way he could relax with a raging boner. He lifted up the hem of his pajama shirt, exposing his bare skin. The shirt was practically just a short dress, requiring lots of fabric to cover his entire belly. Even then, it barely did. The sudden feeling of cold air on his stomach gave him goosebumps which made his cock even harder. He let out a whine of need, which he’s been doing a lot lately.
Bending his arm around his belly, Charles reached down to his clit and tried to stroke it. But he soon realized that he couldn’t. His hand wouldn’t reach. He tried curling up more, laying on his side, contorting his body in every way he could think of, but he could only graze the tip of his clit, and couldn’t even get close to fingering his hole. Letting out a frustrated huff, Charles grabbed the unused pillow next to his head and stuffed it between his legs. He tried dryhumping it, desperation in his thrusts. He felt nothing. It was the wrong shape and size, he couldn’t get any traction. He was furious with himself. He could do this yesterday, how much bigger did he get in 24 hours? And how has he not procured a vibrator in the past 9 months?!
He knew he had to do something, his clit throbbing and pussy leaking more with every second. Hormones had taken control over his brain, and the hormones decided he needed pleasure more than anything. He tried to think of any other options that would get something inside his cunt within the next half hour. His mind kept going to one place.
Grumbling, Charles began the process of getting out of bed. He had to build up some strength to sit up, which shifted the weight of his belly to rest on his lower half. To his dismay this put more pressure on his vagina and made him even harder. He shifted to sit on the edge of the bed and worked his way towards putting his legs underneath him on the ground, using the bedside table as support. For once, he actually got out of bed pretty quickly, which was unheard of at this point of his pregnancy.
After slipping on some shoes, he waddled over to his wardrobe, opening it and taking out one of his crimson robes. He threw it over his head and pulled it down his body, avoiding his reflection in the nearby mirror so that he wouldn’t come in his pajama shorts just from seeing himself. He already knew that the flowing fabric of his robe made his stomach look even bigger.
At this time of night, the halls of the church were empty and quiet. The children and their parents were all asleep by now. Usually, this included Charles, but he hadn’t been so lucky tonight. With one hand on the small of his back and the other supporting his stomach, he shambled through the halls, hips swaying all the way.
The room he was searching for was on the other side of the church building, amongst rooms used for private worship and rituals. It was a decent-sized room furnished only with a large bed and a few couches. It was used almost exclusively for orgies. Young people, or people who just didn’t wish to get married, gathered there when others were asleep and fucked to their hearts content. Apparently, it was an important part of their belief system. Hedonism and indulgence were an important part of their beliefs. It's said that, in loving yourself to the fullest, you love the universe, too.
Charles had known about it since he first became aware of the church, back when he died. He didn’t really care, he was used to seeing dethklok laid out with hordes of women. It wasn’t until now that he had any desire to participate. It was more of a last ditch effort.
Approaching the door, he hesitated. He put his ear to the door and heard soft laughter from inside. Any adult was allowed to join, it just felt awkward as it was so out of character for him. He gathered his courage and knocked on the door, opening it when he was invited inside.
In the middle of the room, about 12-15 people were all sprawled out on the bed, all fully nude. He seemed to have gotten there just in time, as none of them have started going at it yet. They just giggled and caressed each other’s bodies. Charles felt pulses of desire coming from his clit as he eyed their erect cocks and wet cunts.
They were all a bit dazed, it was no doubt everyone here was high on something. It took them a few seconds to realize that it was Charles standing in the doorframe. Shocking, considering his robe was bright red. When they noticed him, he was greeted with a chorus of his brothers and sisters shouting “Father!” Some sounded delighted, others sounded surprised and shocked.
Charles shuffled inside and closed the door as one of the sisters that was on the bed approached him. She was a middle aged woman, with dark skin and long, flowing black hair. When she stood, parts of her hair covered her breasts. She had an average build with a little bit of a pudgy tummy. A rune was drawn on her chest in red body paint.
“Father! Are you here to join us?” She asked, a sparkle in her eyes. Her pupils were as big as the moon.
“If I’m not, uh, intruding. I need some help.. relaxing.” He tried to answer nicely, even though he wanted to say that he needed to be fucked into next week.
“Of course! We’d love to have you!” The sister smiled, taking his hands in her own. “We’ll be extra accommodating~” she giggled and glanced down at his belly.
Charles’ cheeks were already red from how horny he was, but in speaking to her, his entire face became the same color as his robe. Looking over at the others on the bed, they all seemed ecstatic to have the chance to fuck him, smiling and giggling to each other.
“Thanks, I’ll get.. undressed..” Charles averted his gaze to the floor, trying not to look at the woman's tits.
The sister nodded, and skipped over back to the bed, telling everyone to make lots of room for Father. It made Charles feel big and fat, which in turn made his pussy clench with need. He pulled his robe over his head, and discarded it with the rest of the robes on the floor. Its red color stood out amongst the rest that were all black. Next, he pulled off his shirt. The cold air immediately made his nipples harden. His pecs have gotten so sensitive. He rubbed them to soothe the aching, and looked over at the bed, only to notice that everyone was watching him like he was doing a striptease. It felt good to know his body was actually as sexy as he felt it was.
Next Charles shimmied off his shorts. They were a little tight, as his lower body has grown quite a bit in the last few weeks. It was mostly his hips getting wider to prepare for birth, but his ass had gotten quite round too. Once he pushed them down his thighs, he let his pants and underwear fall to the ground, allowing him to just step out of them. It felt nice for his cunt to breathe. He moved aside and peeked over his massive belly to look at his underwear. As expected, they were clearly soaked through.
Over on the bed they had cleared a spot in the middle of the pile for Charles to lay down. He went over and climbed on the bed, grunting with effort as he lifted himself. The mattress was very soft, even better than his own. Understandable, considering it had to support over a dozen fully grown people. Before he could even fully lay down Charles had about five hands caressing his body. The brothers and sisters muttered praises and comments about how sexy he was. He ate up the praise, leaning into the touches. The sister from before laid at his left side and rubbed his belly, trying to get the baby to kick.
“You’re so fertile, father~” She purred. “I think I have a baby in my womb, too, but it's too early to tell.”
He couldn’t form a response, he just shifted and moaned from all the stimulation. There was a hand on his breast, on his legs, arms, and of course plenty on his belly.
“Has your milk come in yet, Father?” A man on his other side asked, with one finger tracing circles around Charles’ nipple. He had a Swedish accent.
“A little, I.. don’t make much…” Charles breathed out. He didn’t look at the man, he only saw his bony hand. As if he saw it as a challenge, the man began to massage his breast, trying to express the milk. Charles moaned louder than he meant to, and involuntarily spread his legs. His pussy lips made a wet sound when he moved.
The sister next to him then slowly snaked her hand down from his belly to his crotch. His pubic hair was a full, curly bush. He used to shave, but the members of the church encouraged him to let his body carry out its natural processes. It would be too much of a hassle in this state, anyway.
The woman’s hand found its way to his clit, and she stroked it in between two of her fingers. Charles continued letting out groans, finally feeling some relief from his sexual torment. He couldn't help but buck against her touch, trying to get himself off faster. Her fingers became coated in slick, making it hard to get a grip on his clit, so she switched to fingering him and putting pressure on his clit. The man massaging his breast kept going. Getting off felt so much better when someone else was helping, Charles realized.
Soon, milk began to dribble out of his teat, where the man was massaging him. The man cheered, and squeezed hard on Charles’ chest, like he was a cow that needed to be milked. It was like a dam had been broken, and more began to flow out. Charles heard some distant muttering about wanting to drink his milk. He decided that, for this moment, he loved nothing more than being a big pregnant cow.
“You’re so handsome, Father.” The man milking him whispered in his ear. Charles could feel the hairs of his mustache tickling him. “Please, you’re meant to give birth, we’ll help you have as many babies as you can.”
He wanted to, so bad. The way he felt when he was pregnant was unmatched by anything else. The fullness was life changing. He knew in his soul that he would make a good breeding sow.
This desire to breed, the feeling of milk droplets leaking down his chest, the fingers pumping out of his cunt, and the pressure his heavy stomach put on his guts was all too much. Charles tried to be quiet, tried to hold his lips together, but he just couldn’t. He whined and whimpered, and before long he couldn’t hold it back and came, his come rushing out like a river. For a second, he was worried his water broke, but the fluid that came out felt sticky like normal.
Huffing, Charles found himself stumbling out of his hormone-induced daze. The woman who fingered him had been getting fucked in her pussy this whole time, and her come-covered hand had retreated to fondle her own breast. The man who had milked him was slowly stroking his own cock, and looking around at other people’s breasts, too. Several of the others had paired off and were pleasuring each other. It was like he was surrounded by a wall of undulating, sweaty, moaning flesh. It felt good.
Too good. His hard-on still hadn’t faded away. He needed a cock inside him, his body needed him to breed.
“You. Come breed me.” Charles pointed at a man across from him. He was a young, lanky man with brown hair. He was currently making out with an older lady, who seemed overjoyed to watch her young stud fuck the priest.
“Of course, Father.” The lanky man obeyed, and pulled away from the woman he was kissing. She moved out of the way, revealing the man’s erect cock. It was average size by length but had a nice girth.
“Now, be gentle with him.” The older woman instructed him, hands rubbing his shoulders “You don't want to break Father’s waters now. Remember what you did to me with our child?”
It was true that all this sex could send him into labor. Charles had taken this into consideration on the walk over here. But his hormones overpowered his reasoning, and he considered it worth the risk. Giving birth a few days early wouldn’t cause any harm.
“No,” Charles interjected. “I need it.. rough.” He spread his legs as wide as he could, his pussy still tingling a little from the orgasm. He needed another one.
The young man was too high to think any longer and crawled over on his knees. Before he could slip his cock into Charles’ cunt, Charles stopped him and decided to flip over on all fours. It took a second from how heavy and sore he was. He put his hands and knees underneath him. No matter how he positioned himself, his stomach always pressed into the mattress, which made it press into his guts more. It felt so good, he was sure to come fast.
With Charles’ pussy presented towards him, the young man grabbed Charles’ hips and worked the tip of his cock into the hole. There was so much slick that it was probably better than if they had just used lube. After the smallest contact had been established, the young man just slammed into Charles and got to work. Charles didn't have the thought to try to not scream anymore. He yelled, gripping the sheets. His stomach and breasts bounced with each thrust. It hurt a little, but it felt so good, just putting into perspective how big he had gotten.
Their hot, sweaty bodies pressed together over and over. The young man’s cock just filled him out so nicely, and he already had a pretty loose pussy. Charles clenched down onto the man’s cock with what little strength he could muster.
“Look at you, being such a good breeder.” The older woman cooed from behind him. Charles couldn’t tell if she was talking to him or the young man. “You make babies so well.”
He was getting thrust into so roughly that Charles felt that his knees and arms would give in. He had to stay strong. Being mounted like this felt so primal and animalistic, like he had no other drive but to breed and give birth. He was meant to be this full and heavy. He felt the cold hand of the older woman reach forward from his hips, and down to his belly as it jolted back and forth.
“You must be so fertile to have twins.” She seemed very sure in her assumption. “I have been pregnant 10 times, and only ever had one baby at a time. You’re incredible, Father~”
“Oh my god,” Charles reacted to both her comment and the fact that he was getting close to climaxing. 10 pregnancies, 10 babies. He wanted to catch up with her, hell, have 10 babies at once, that would really make him huge. Being this big was already so intoxicating, and he wanted to be bigger. He never wanted to have a flat stomach again.
His orgasm hit Charles like a train, forcing him to moan out and collapse forward, his arms having given out. But the young man kept thrusting, letting out quiet grunts until he… pulled out and came on Charles’ back.
“What the hell? I told you to breed me.” The immediate disappointment snapped Charles out of his post-orgasm bliss. The man could have at least found a way to spray his come on Charles’ belly, that would’ve been hot.
“Sorry, Father… it’s a habit..” the young man sounded genuinely remorseful. He tried scraping the sticky come off Charles’ back. There wasn’t a lot, but it still made a mess.
“..You.. did good. But I need someone to do it.. right.” Charles maintained his position with his cunt in the air while the man cleaned him. He was still horny, so he would’ve needed another good fucking anyway.
He heard the man and the woman shuffle away, with the woman promising him he can practice cumming inside her once he recovers. Charles’ quivering legs slowly gave in, too, and he slumped down to lay on his side. His unsatisfied pussy throbbed as he rubbed his belly. It really was massive, even for the average pregnant person. It had to be an extra 15-25 pounds just sticking out from his midsection. The extra weight in his hips and ass was noticeable, too, but he found himself liking it.
Just as he was bringing his attention to his butt an unfamiliar woman put her hand on it. Her touch was delicate and warm. She laid down next to him and groped his ass, rubbing the circumference. Charles bucked into her touch, and felt her hard cock on his back.
“I can come inside you, Father.” She said it in a sweet voice, like she was offering him a normal favor. Her hand trailed up to his belly, and she gave it a little slap. He immediately knew he needed her inside as soon as possible.
“You definitely have my permission,” Charles couldn’t hide his smile. “Let me get on my back.”
“Of course~” The woman moved out from behind him, and positioned herself in between his legs as he changed his position. She was a cute, curvy girl with fire red hair that almost reached her hips. There was some leftover powder from whatever drug they took under her nose. Her pupils were dark and deep like the ocean.
She practically licked her lips watching Charles spread his pussy, and Charles was doing the same as he eyed her cock. It was a good length and girth, with a dribble of precum leaking out of the tip. He just gazed at her with joy in his eyes as she grabbed his hips and aligned their genitals.
Leaning forward, the woman slowly inserted her cock. She positioned herself so that she loomed over Charles, her wavy hair brushing against his belly. They sat there for a moment, locking eyes. It felt good to just have her warm cock sit inside. It was like they were a lock and key. His pussy clenched involuntarily though, as if it were telling her to hurry up and start thrusting already. After laughing at nothing, she started moving, taking it slow at first.
The slow and gentle stuff felt good, too, Charles thought. He just laid there and let her do all the work. It was nice to be taken care of. He certainly was happier than he would’ve been if he just finger blasted his cunt until he was satisfied. The woman had a huge smile on her face. She pressed her (relatively) flat tummy into Charles’ tummy, and the pressure it created with each thrust was incredible. Her round boobs bounced as she kept going.
“Your baby belly is so cute, you have a whole litter in there!” She beamed as she effortlessly fucked him. The tip of her cock hit his G-spot over and over, leaving him breathless. As if his body moved on its own, his weak legs wrapped around her body and kept her close. This gesture made her giggle. “You’re so horny, papa~!”
Charles moaned and nodded in response, his own breasts bouncing with her thrusts. The movement made a drop of milk spill out and rush down his chest. He never wanted to move from this spot. He was content with just being bred and milked forever.
Soon, she whined and picked up her thrusts to a more quick pace, bringing the both of them closer to an orgasm. “Please, let me give you your next litter! I’ll give you lots of kittens!!”
She must be high as hell, or have some weird kink. Maybe both. Charles didn’t care, it was sexy to him.
“Yes.. please..” he breathed out, his knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets. He wished he could somehow store her come inside him so that he could get pregnant immediately after giving birth, or that he could have two pregnancies at once. He just needed to be big forever.
Her pace got faster and faster, her grip on his hips getting harder, like she was trying to split him in half with just her cock. He could feel his orgasm coming, and tightened his grip on her with his legs, bringing her close as he could before he screamed and it was all over. Almost over. The woman gave a few more grunts before she came inside, her hot come spreading inside his pussy. It felt just right.
They both went limp, huffing, with the woman laying her weight on Charles’ belly. He was happy, his sexual urge finally satisfied. He let his legs fall to the ground, and brought his hand back to his stomach.
After keeping her cock in for a few more moments, the woman pulled out with precision, trying to keep as much come as she could inside, as if she really was trying to breed him again. Charles felt some leak out and trail down his body onto the mattress below. He loved it. He really did want to conceive his next child with this woman. In the moment he was sure he was going to get pregnant as much as he could from now on.
Slumping down, the woman giggled and rubbed Charles' belly. “I can feel the new babies already~” What she was actually feeling was the kicks from the child he was already pregnant with, but Charles found her inebriated musings cute.
The room still filled with the sound and smell of sex, as the people around them continued. He wondered how many people in the room would walk away from tonight pregnant. He wished he was one of them. It was a miracle that he hadn’t walked away from it in labor, with how heavy he was.
As the buzz of pleasure slowly but surely faded away, Charles’ physical ailments returned. He was hungry, he was dirty, he was tired and he really, really had to pee. He was going to have to get up soon. But just laying here, with loving hands on his body, felt nice. Like he belonged. He loved his family, both the people he grew in his body and the people he was accepted by.
The next day, or really, a few hours later, he woke up in his own bed. Strangely, he hadn’t necessarily wanted to sleep alone, but he did so out of habit. He was too tired to wash himself though, so that was the first thing he did when he woke up. When he got to the communal showers the only other person there happened to be the man who had milked him last night. He just gave Charles a wink and a smile.
Charles scrubbed his body with soap, giving extra attention to all the sticky and crusty places on his body. When it came time to wash his belly, he noticed it felt strangely more heavy than usual, and that his baby wasn’t squirming as much. Before panic could set in, he felt a trickle between his legs. He thought it was pee at first, but it kept going. When he looked down, there were bits of blood being washed down the drain. His water broke. As if to confirm it, a contraction hit, making him double over in pain. Maybe this would’ve happened even if he didn’t have so much sex last night, but it probably didn’t help.
The following birth process went about as smoothly it could go, considering the circumstances. The answer to whether he had twins or just one big baby was a combination of both. Obviously it hurt. Dethklok showed up in the middle of it with presents for the baby, not knowing what was going on, thinking they still had a few days before this would happen. Pickles had the good idea to distract Murderface, Skwisgaar and Toki with their phones in the other room, but Nathan hovered around, not helping at all. He seemed fascinated, listening to Charles howl and moan with the contractions. Nathan asked him if he could record his cries of pain for their next album, to which Charles replied plainly:
“Absolutely fucking not!”
In the end, he gave birth to one boy and one girl. He named them Cassius and Paimon. Cassius had bright blonde hair, and Paimon’s hair was deep black. They were huge, Charles’ arms got tired just holding them. It was hard to believe he was carrying them in his womb all this time. But they were beautiful, and he was so happy to finally kiss their little cheeks.
In the following days, his hormones settled, and his libido went back to being non-existent, despite the fact that his postpartum belly was still big enough to look like he had another baby in there. In the clarity of no longer being horny, he honestly didn't understand how he even got the courage to participate in that orgy. He still remembered it fondly, though.
He remembered what everyone said that day. That he’s made to have babies, that he should have as many as he can. Maybe he wouldn’t be pregnant for the rest of his life, but he was definitely interested in having more children.
When he laid in his bed, with Cassius and Paimon sleeping swaddled up next to him, and Phoenix sometimes sneaking in, too, he felt complete. Fulfilled. It was the kind of fulfillment he only ever felt when he worked for Dethklok. They were kind of like his children, in a way. There were five of them, and he handled taking care of them as best as anyone could. Having three children was leagues easier in comparison. He could handle having five.
Two more to go.
A few days after Cassius and Paimon’s first birthday, Charles found himself in that room again, ready to get inseminated for another round.