Tier 3+ Bonus Stories 📜 3 Preg Story Commissions

Where’s the Coin?
Commissioned by ZeMank

Contents: OC from “The Magician”, pregnancy? (fpreg? nbpreg?)

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When the magician took your 50 dollar bill and folded it together into some little origami shape with just one hand it must’ve looked very impressive. You couldn’t tell, because something else kept your eyes occupied: Their very… very protruding middle part.

You’ve seen the magician on stage just two weeks ago. “Melody of the Stars” was their name. It has been a nice show, but you could’ve sworn that they have been completely flat by then.

Or… or has that been somebody else?

You couldn’t help but stare. They looked almost full term, their belly full, plump and firm.

“So, where’s the coin now?” you heard them asking. You looked up, rebuilding eye contact. How impolite of you, they were showing you - just you, this time! - a trick, and you haven’t paid any attention.

When monitoring their hands you couldn’t see anything.

“It’s … it’s gone,” you said, ashamed, hoping that this was kind of the right response in this situation.

With a satisfied smile the magician put their hands in their pockets, apparently to get something out of there. You followed their movements but got stuck on their middle again. Damn … it was just … so…. large. What was in there? It didn’t look like they just ate much. It looked absolutely properly pregnant. Looking more closely, you even saw the faint shadow of an outwards protruding belly button poking through the thick fabrics of their clothes. And even … wait … was that movement?

“And now, how about this, was this your card?” Melody said, holding up a queen of hearts.

Without looking at it, you nodded. They knew what they were doing, no doubt about it. No need to check.

You heard them laughing.

“The trick is up here, my dear,” you heard them say, and immediately looked up again. Their face was friendly and polite, your face felt hot and sweaty. Only now you noticed that you were breathing a little loudly.

“O-of course,” you manage to answer.

“So, here you have your card. Was nice doing business with you,” they said while giving you a charming smile and handing you the card.

“Y-yes,” you said and took it. It was a postcard featuring LAS VEGAS in big letters.

When you looked up again, they were gone, leaving behind just a faint suspicion that something was off.

Get that off, will ya?
Commissioned by Tyrzu

Contents: OC, pregnancy (fpreg)

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“You know, I feel like you’re a little overdressed for the occasion,” Amber said, while walking next to Tirah.

“I am not. Stop pestering me,” Tirah answered.

Her friend from the Boiling Isles laughed. “It’s not a prom, Ti. It’s a totally sexy pool party.”

“No harm in dressing neatly.”

“Yes harm! My eyes are suffering. Show some skin, gurl! Let that belly breathe!”

“No.”

“I will burn that clothes off of you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Dare me.”

Tirah gave Amber a fierce look. “Would you like that? Burning a pregnant woman?”

Amber smiled and moved her fingers in a peculiar way, painting rings and symbols of light in the air. In the next moment, the fringes of Tirahs clothes started to glow in a reddish tone like charcoal.

“Seriously? Fire that only burns clothes. Very funny.”

Do it for the Money
Commissioned by ZeMank

Contents: OC & Phosphora (Kid Icarus), pregnancy (fpreg)

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“Very good! Stay like this! You look amazing, girls!”

The photographer rounded them vigorously, taking hundreds of pictures in the process. “Give me another pose! YES! Fantastic!”

“Remind me that I’m going to kill you after this,” Amber whispered so that only Phosphora could hear her, while striking another pose.

Her friend chuckled and moved her body, too, while smiling charmingly into the camera. “You mean: ‘to thank you after this’. You’ll be swimming in cash. Very pregnant models like us are rare, twin bellies even rarer. We can dine like queens when this is done.”

Amber grumbled, while - with strong effort - changed her pose again. Her babies were long overdue and made every movement an advanced exercise. But money sounded nice. Good food, too.

“And when you stop being such a whiner about it, I’ll reward you personally later.”

Amber pricked up her ears. “Rewarding me? As in….?”

Phosphora smiled and changed her position in a way that she was now touching Amber’s belly both with her hands and her own protruding middle.

The photographer screeched in joy and took even more pictures, while jumping around erratically.

“Use your imagination. My tongue will be involved.”

Amber felt heat building up within her chest, but also in her downstairs region. She wheezed. Phosphora looked like an angel, but she didn’t talk like one and certainly didn’t act like one in bed. And frankly it did get to Amber in ways she wouldn’t like to admit.

To take things further, Phosphora gently stroked Amber's curves; her butt and her belly, making her blush a little in the process. They were only friends with occasional benefits, but to the photographer it must’ve looked like they were way more than that. For some reason that thought turned Amber even more on.

She coughed silently, trying to stay a little more professional. “Combine it with the nice dinner and a movie afterwards and I stop complaining”

“You got it, Ambs,” Phosphora answered and gave her a kiss, catapulting the photographer into a meltdown.

The payment was even more loaded than they anticipated.