Azure was, generally speaking, very good at vetting her customers. This current situation was the exception, not the rule. The problem, she supposed, was that in spite of vetting her customers she generally tended to be reluctant to actually turn people away if they had the money. Had she chosen to do so, she would not have been the first prostitute or even the first brothel to ban this particular customer from their services. But, well, he’d had the money. And, duh, Azure wasn’t exactly your average prostitute. She had been fairly certain she’d be able to keep him under control. Which, to be fair, she’d been right about. Honestly, he’d actually been fairly well behaved, all things considered.

The problem was that he had some tricks up his sleeve.

Really, the primary thing that she took issue with was that he’d not told her this was going to happen. She was, in fact, generally extremely willing to indulge in her clients’ fetishes! There was very little that was outright not allowed at the Hole in the Wall, mostly to do with stuff that broke the law or endangered her girls. Obviously, each individual girl was allowed to set her own terms to a degree, but Azure in particular tried to have as few hard “No” fetishes as possible. Had he just told her he could do this and then paid the extra fee that came with it, she’d have been fine with the whole thing. It was inconvenient, but not as inconvenient to her as it likely would be for someone who wasn’t an extremely powerful draconic sorceress. And, hell, there were some aspects that she outright welcomed.

But he hadn’t told her about it in advance and hadn’t payed the extra fee and then he’d buggered the fuck off before she’d realized anything was amiss. And then the next day she’d woken up fucking pregnant.

And not a little pregnant, either. She’d started out with a noticeable baby bump, and by the end of the first week she looked like she was nine months in. And then she’d just sort of kept right on going. And right on growing. Her hips were wider, her tits and ass were both significantly fatter (though, admittedly, those varied so much anyway that it didn’t really matter). And she was leaky – also not really unusual, but usually that took some amount of prompting. What was unusual was the weird cravings, being hot and sweaty all the time, the constant arousal and the oversensitivity making her go off at the drop of a hat, and of course the baby bump big enough for several five year olds to fit in it.

But none of that was the worst part. She could deal with all of that and still just be mildly put off. Fuck it, there was enough of a customerbase for hyper-pregnant milf-to-be that profits had actually started going up. She would obviously have still had to go and collect the extra fee, but it would have been relatively polite if the motherfucker hadn’t sent her god damn merch in the fucking mail. “‘Clone Tank’ my ass,” she grumbled to herself as she emerged from the shower for like the third fucking time today. She would, under any other circumstances, have tossed the damn thing into the incinerator.

The problem was that nothing else fucking fit. Which, really, should not have been possible. By all rights, she should have been able to use magic to make her normal wardrobe fit her expanded frame, but for some fucking reason that didn’t fucking work. It was almost like, in addition to the pregnancy, he’d somehow cursed her to look as ridiculous as possible. Which she was certain wasn’t the case because she’d definitely be able to tell but she also couldn’t think of any other explanation for why none of her clothes fit besides, at a stretch, the law of comedy kicking in at the worst possible time.

Still, at least she could use magic to put the stupid thing on. It would have been the absolute last straw if she had to wrestle with fitting a leotard on over a belly that very nearly outsized the rest of her. Instead, she just had to snap her fingers and bam! It was on. Like she’d already been wearing it. She stormed her way through her private living quarters, situated on the top floor of the Hole. Or at least she stormed as best as she could. More waddled, really. Which, god, that was an absolutely supreme indignity. This was something she did to other people, dammit. And, ideally, in a way that didn’t result in any kind of long term fucking commitments.

Thankfully, as far as she was aware, neither did this – the end result was fully grown children being magically teleported out of her and into vats that held them in suspended animation as a reserve of spare bodies. Which was good for him because if this had ended with her being saddled with a child then oh boy would his foreseeable future have been a bad fucking time.

Although, somewhat annoyingly, that prospect wasn’t actually out of the question.

“Oh! Um... I see that we’re wearing... that again? Still haven’t figured out a way to make anything else fit?”

“You know the answer to that,” she grumbled, sitting heavily on the couch while Scarlet cautiously made her way over to her grumpy dragon wife.

“Maybe we should go shopping for maternity clothes.”

“I’ll outgrow anything we buy in a day. And this is a one-time thing, anyway,” she said, knowing full well that now that she’d created the demand for pregnant sex she was going to have to fulfill it. Magically simulated pregnancy could only go so far, and so the unfortunate reality was that she and that god damn trash panda had a mutual business interest in further transactions. It could be a seasonal thing – every now and then one of the girls would be extremely pregnant. Try and catch your favourite! Fuck, was it even possible to clone-impregnate Tiff? She’d have to hash those particular details out later, after she’d gotten her revenge.

“I, uh, I’m pretty sure we’ll be able to find maternity clothes that’ll fit you if we look really hard,” Scarlet insisted. “And even if you’re not going to need them all that often it’s gotta be better than, um, that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Azure grumbled. She was right, of course, but buying maternity clothing felt like admitting defeat.

The conversation devolved into an awkward silence, and Azure found herself reminded of the other reason she was so mad. Not the money, not the inconvenience, not even the fucking outfit – although all of those certainly contributed.

No, the real problem was that Scarlet liked it.

Really liked it.

Like, ‘oh no her maternal instincts have been set off and now she’s going to want to breed for real’ liked it.

Which, of course, was absolutely out of the fucking question. Azure was a prostitute, after all, and Scarlet was a turbo-NEET. Neither woman was parent-material, not without significantly changing their lifestyles. And, of course, Azure was absolutely not willing to significantly change her lifestyle. Scarlet... well, she was making an admirable effort to be a bit more social but honestly most of that involved poking her head into the restaurant half of the Hole, along with occasionally being borrowed by one of the employees. At the end of the day, though, a kid couldn’t grow up in the Hole in the Wall, constantly surrounded by sex and sexuality. Not without getting some serious hangups. And true, there were ways around that. It wasn’t hard at all to magically skip eighteen years of her life so she could be an adult. But doing that without permanently and irreparably fucking her up just as badly as just letting her grow up surrounded by prostitutes, if not worse. Figuring out a way around that would take months, and convincing Scarlet that no we’re not naming her ‘Purple Smurple’ why do you keep suggesting that is it a serious suggestion or some kind of surreal Bit I can’t even tell anymore would take even longer. So, no, parenthood wasn’t on the table.

Not that Scarlet agreed on that front.

“Can, um. Can I touch it?”

Azure sighed. She was wondering when that’d happen. The answer, honestly speaking, was ‘no, you can’t,’ but she didn’t bother because Scarlet would have ignored it. Sure enough, she didn’t at all wait for her wife’s input before leaning over the couch and placing a hand on the mountainous baby bump. Coincidentally (or perhaps not), doing so just so happened to result in Scarlet’s big fat skunk tits being right in her fucking face. “Aaaaaaaa you’re so big~”

“Hffffhhhh...”

“Sounds like you’re enjoying yourself. Oh! One of them kicked!”

“They’re always kicking, they never fucking stop.”

Scarlet very obviously knew what she was doing. Azure had made it very clear that she was extremely sensitive. This was not a casual pregnant belly touch, this was absolutely foreplay. A fact made abundantly clear as the skunk leaned forward so that she could rub with both hands – which coincidentally left Azure’s face completely buried by skunk boob and also resulted in them pressing against her own swollen pair.

She’d sure gotten a lot more assertive in the time they’d been together. The inevitable result of throwing her into the socialization deep end, Azure supposed. When they had first met, Scarlet had been a borderline complete shutin. She’d apparently required significant bullying in order to even meet the woman who was now her wife in the first place. That was followed by a significant period of time where sex was awkward. Not unpleasant – just awkward. Scarlet enjoyed sex, but she’d also not been very good at it at first. Earnest, enthusiastic, and absolutely no idea what she was doing. But she tried her best, and Azure was there to help her learn.

Which had led to this situation. She ultimately had no one to blame but herself and also that fucking raccoon. Mostly the raccoon. Unfortunately, having a scapegoat didn’t really change the fact that Scarlet was currently lying on top of her. Complaining to herself about that motherfucker wouldn’t make Scarlet stop pushing their tits together or rubbing her belly or attempting to press herself even more firmly against her wife’s distended baby bump. Which, really, probably should have been extremely uncomfortable. Should have been, but wasn’t. Instead, the pressure felt good. That was probably the bitch-boy’s doing. Everything felt good of late, especially when those things involved anything touching her boobs or belly.

“S-sorry,” Scarlet said, breathing heavily. “It’s just... so big. I gotta touch it.”

“Mnf.” It was Azure’s attempt to say that no actually she really didn’t gotta touch it. Scarlet didn’t seem to properly parse Azure’s meaning. Or maybe she intentionally avoided properly parsing it because she really wanted to touch that tum.

“A-and anyway,” Scarlet muttered. “You’ve been having so much pregnant sex lately and I’ve not gotten a taste of it.”

“You coulda just asked, y’know,” Azure said as Scarlet finally pulled herself away.

“I coulda. But I didn’t.” Scarlet slowly circled her way around to the front of the couch. “You like it when I’m assertive, don’t you?”

“I’m not really in the mood for teasing.”

“You tease me all the time.”

“... Touche.” It was difficult to focus. Even though Scarlet was no longer leaning on her, it was far too late. Her hair trigger had been set off without actually being pushed over the edge, and Scarlet clearly wasn’t nearly done teasing her yet. She felt like she was going to fucking explode if she didn’t get some proper release soon.

Scarlet reached over and slid her hands into Azure’s cleavage, grabbing at the edges of the leotard. Which required her to once again firmly press her body against Azure’s tum. There just wasn’t any way around it aside from not pulling her top down and unleashing those fat milky tits on the world. Which, obviously, was not an option that Scarlet was willing to consider. “I’m feeling awfully thirsty all of a sudden, dear~”

“Mnhhhaaaaaannnn!” was all Azure managed to say in response – before she could manage any kind of real reaction, Scarlet had already lurched forward and latched on, eagerly squeezing and groping and suckling. And, of course, she was rewarded with exactly what she wanted. Azure was already leaky without any active prompting. The result of someone actually sucking was gallons upon gallons. Far, far more than Scarlet was capable of handling. Not that she seemed to particularly mind the copious spillage. Soaking into the couch and their fur and both of their clothing. Thankfully, this was hardly the most sexual fluids that any of those things had seen in their lifetimes.

“So biiiiiig,” Scarlet cooed, pulling away from Azure’s nips. Of course, she didn’t actually stop milking her wife – only pausing briefly to wipe away her milk moustache. “But what if... bigger?”

Azure bit her lip. Responding was difficult, given the aforementioned attention her tits were getting. “N-not right now.”’

Scarlet pouted. “Come on, I know you can do it. And it’s not like you don’t love getting big.” She was right on both counts. All it would take was a snap of her fingers and boom – more mouse. Miles of mouse, if she really wanted, all of it just as pregnant as she was now. And god did she want it. But she couldn’t, not right now. She was already barely in control of herself. Who knew what’d happen if she got more overstimulated than she already was?

Unfortunately, Scarlet did not seem to be in the mood to take ‘no’ for an answer. “Fine. If you’re gonna be that way, I’m gonna hafta force the issue.”

“What are you-”

“Hup!”

“Ah!”

Scarlet clambered her way up Azure’s body before stubbornly sitting cross-legged on top of her belly. “I am going to sit here, putting all my weight on you, until you give me more tum to touch.”

It felt good. Really, really good. Not that Azure hadn’t felt better in the past. But, well, it was... overwhelming. Not just Scarlet sitting on her, but everything leading up to it. There was the foreplay, there was all the pregnant sex she’d had, the inconveniences, the constantly being on edge, her anger at the person who did this to her, all of it came boiling to the surface at once.

Something inside of Azure snapped. “Fine,” she said, abruptly standing up. Scarlet toppled backwards onto the soft carpet – thankfully, there were plenty of enchantments in place to ensure she didn’t hurt herself. Azure loomed over the skunk before allowing herself to fall down. Scarlet found herself suddenly pinned beneath hundreds of pounds of pregnant mouse. “You wanna touch a tum?” Azure snapped her fingers. “I’ll make it so you can touch a tum whenever you god damn want.”

The thing about pregnant sex was that it was something of a logistical nightmare. Being on the receiving end was one thing, but the whole novelty of a pregnant herm was taking her dick. You could fuck a pregnant girl any time you wanted, but getting fucked by a pregnant girl was significantly more uncommon. The difficulty being that it was also difficult to work around the tum, especially when it was as gravid as Azure’s was at the moment. Best case scenario it required a lot of cooperation on the part of the person you were fucking, which obviously wasn’t an option in this situation. So instead she had to improvise.

First off, obviously, the clothes had to go and so they did.  Both skunk and mouse were rendered nude with that first snap. And, thanks to some careful manoeuvring before pinning Scarlet beneath her baby bump, Azure’s dick was already in position for phase three. That was for later, though. She had some other things to do before it was time to actually do the deed.

“Ah, honey?” Scarlet said, her tone of voice a complicated mixture of apprehension and also a hell of a lot of arousal. She had figured out what was coming, and a part of her realized that this was probably a bad idea in the long-term, even if the rest of her was really excited. “Are you sure about this? It might be a good idea to put a bit more thought into-”

That was as far as she got before Azure snapped her fingers again and Scarlet immediately came. She could feel the skunk’s body attempting to buck and convulse beneath her tum, feel the copious amounts of femcum soaking her flared head. It wasn’t visible, but there was also a heart shaped glowing pink sigil seared into the fur directly above the skunk’s box. “That,” Azure said, licking her lips eagerly. “Was the strongest damn fertility spell I know.”

“F-fuuuuuuck!” That was the only response Scarlet could muster. Honestly, given just how strong that fertility spell was, Azure was surprised and impressed she’d even managed a real word! Sort of.

That was phase two. That just left actually doing the deed, which was the difficult part. After all, her tanked tum was decidedly in the way. A minor obstacle for a sorceress of Azure’s calibre, though. With a manic grin, she snapped her fingers one final time. “And that,” she grunted, just barely managing to hold it together for now. “Was the strongest damn virility spell I know~”

There was a deep, rumbling noise. Like a wet earthquake. Azure’s balls were already prodigious, but she could feel them getting moreso. Bigger, fuller, more productive and more fertile, pressing firmly against her ass and tum and the ground and Scarlet’s thighs. “Mnnnn, I’m thinkin’ triplets? Let’s shoot for triplets.” And, of course, her balls weren’t the only things growing. After all, if you can’t get the dick into the pussy the traditional way, you’ve gotta find a workaround. And what better workaround was there than to get huge. Probably several, but none were quite as fun.

She could feel her cock getting bigger. Slowly at first, maybe an inch at a time. But even that was enough to make Scarlet scream in ecstasy. Not that Azure blamed her. She could feel herself pressing at the skunk’s tight entrance more and more firmly as she got bigger and bigger, never quite firmly enough to enter until, quite abruptly, it was. There was a wet pop along with an incoherent noise from Scarlet. “Mnnn, so fuckin’ tight,” Azure grunted as her growth began to accelerate. And not just tight, but warm and wet and eager. Moreso than normal. This wasn’t your average cunt, this was a cunt that wanted to be bred. And, well, far be it from Azure to deny her wife what she wanted, especially when she was so fucking polite about it!

“Mnahhhhn~”

“Y’know,” Azure cooed. “Considerin’ how assertive you were bein’ a minute ago, you’ve gotten awful quiet. What’s the matter, I thought you wanted more tum to touch.”

“Yessssssssss~”

“Good, ‘cos you’re gonna have a lot of tum to touch for the next few months. Now, why don’t you tell me what you want me to do?”

“Wanna breeeeeeeed~”

“Goooood girl,” Azure groaned. Normally, this would be the part where she would start to pick up the pace. Obviously though that was a much more complicated proposition this time around than was typical. Once again, the hardest part of pregnant sex was the logistics. Especially hyper-pregnant sex and especially especially if the hyper-pregnant person was the one doing the penetrating. Azure had a lot of practice in that regard, but there were certain things that you just couldn’t do no matter how much practice you had. And, at least in their current position, thrusting was one of ‘em. If she moved things so her belly wasn’t pinning Scarlet, maybe they could have a more active fucking. But that would require not pinning Scarlet with her belly which was frankly defeating the fucking purpose of the exercise.

So, since changing positions wasn’t an option, Azure just sort of let her dick grow further and further into her wife’s tight skunk pussy. Just let it happen automatically. Which, coincidentally, had the convenient side effect of dragging things out nice and slow. Which, after all Scarlet’s teasing, it felt nicely karmic to tease her back. Just a little. Only a little though – after all, like Scarlet had said, it wasn’t like Azure didn’t tease her all the time. Still, it was satisfying to get to turn the tables, even if it wasn’t really all that fair.

Scarlet, for her part, was definitely feeling the teasing. Whether she appreciated it was another thing entirely – it was hard to tell because she currently wasn’t exactly the most articulate skunk. Mostly she communicated by writhing and convulsing and enthusiastically begging for more. Azure might not have been able to thrust, but Scarlet was making an admirable attempt. It was, admittedly, probably a futile attempt.

But it was an attempt nonetheless, and Azure had to give credit where it was due. Her enthusiastic wiggling definitely felt good, if nothing else, and all that was enough to speed up the process. Azure’s cock throbbed and pulsed and grew, faster than it had been, filling up her wife more and more which made the skunk’s writhing more emphatic which made it feel better which made it grow bigger in a feedback loop of lust. That distant earthquake started to get closer as her balls pulsed bigger and fuller.

“Fuck! Breed! Fuck! Breed! Fuck! Breed!” That was pretty much all that Scarlet could manage. Azure didn’t blame her. Thinking of anything other than “fuck” and “breed” was surprisingly fucking hard to do right now.

Well, okay, that was a lie. There was one other thing that Azure was thinking at the moment.

“Cummingggggggg~”

It was not a small orgasm, though it was also not a particularly long orgasm. That was the nature of this particular virility spell, unfortunately; it resulted in one single big blast rather than one that lasted. It wasn’t really a huge difference in the end, of course. Roughly the same volume, just in one shot. But Azure tended to prefer orgasms that were both long and big.

Of course, the size of this particular orgasm wasn’t really the point. This was not about volume, this was about making absolutely one billion percent certain that Scarlet got knocked up. The fact that her wife was now definitely pregnant wasn’t even in question, especially when you factored in the fertility spell doing its work on the other end.

It was probably ultimately for the best that it had been only one shot, of course, because Scarlet’s belly was rendered so rotund it had forced Azure out and off. And over, leaving her stuck on her back like a turtle for long enough that it was mortifying. Even if the only other person there was indisposed, it was the principal of the thing. Azure prided herself on being in control – even when she was put in an undignified situation, it was her choice to be in that situation. Which, once again, reminded her of her burning desire to make that fucking trash panda pay. But that could wait.

“Are we done?”

“Well, the fact that you’re no longer nonverbal means that it stuck.”

“oh”

“Yeah.”

Azure had managed to un-turtle herself, but Scarlet was well and truly stuck. Which meant that Azure had to infer her furious blushing, as she couldn’t actually see it over the absolute behemoth of a stomach the skunk had ended up with. Bigger than Azure’s was, the mouse noted with some amount of pride. “oh my god”

“It’s fine. This was bound to happen eventually.” Azure shrugged. “With someone like me married to someone like you, it was inevitable we were gonna end up breeding.”

“Yeah, but you always said you don’t want kids!”

“I said that I’m pretty sure neither of us would make particularly great parents. Luckily, there’s ways around that. It’ll take some finagling, but we’ve got plenty of time before they pop.”

“Can you maybe not phrase it like that?”

“Oh?” Azure’s catlike grin was practically audible. “Is someone suddenly worried about getting super pregnant?”

“Mnf.”

“Or maybe it’s the opposite~”

“Mnf.”

“Well, what you need to realize is that you’re not just pregnant. You’re pregnant with dragons.”

“Only a quarter dragon!”

“Do you really think that’ll make a difference?”

“... Mnf.”

“Trust me. Even if it were only one, on average you’d be bigger than I am now by a month in.”

“O-oh. Um. How long does it usually last?” Scarlet attempted to fidget nervously, but her belly got in the way. “I mean, um. Dragons lay eggs, right? S-so, um, so obviously I’m going to lay them before they get too big?”

“Dragons lay eggs, but you’re not a dragon.”

“oh.”

“Remember when I said I was gonna make it so you can touch a tum whenever you want? I hope you’re ready to have a lot of tum to touch for the next nine months.”

“oh.”

“Three whole baby dragons’ worth of tum.”

“Mmnffff.”

“Oooh, is someone getting horny?”

“Yes.” Once again, Azure had to infer the violent blush on her wife’s face. “Oh. Um. But, um. It’s, um, it’s going to be hard to deal with it because. Um.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. There’s more than one way to fuck a skunk, after all.”

“Huh?”

Once again, the big logistical issue was the belly. It was hard enough to get any fucking done when the one with the dick has a tum big enough to fit a fully grown adult in it with room to spare, but when both people involved were hyper-pregnant things got even more complicated. There wasn’t really a comfortable way to get the peg in the hole, as it were.

Of course, on the other hand, as Azure had already said, there’s more than one way to fuck a skunk.

With a snap of the mouse’s fingers, Scarlet found herself flipped over onto her belly and turned around. “The trick,” Azure said, licking her lips and waddling her way over to her helpless wife. “Is to find more creative ways of getting off~”

Azure pressed her tum against Scarlet’s and her breasts against the skunk’s ass, leaning in closer and closer. “Ahn~”

“See, isn’t that nice? Not exactly filling, obviously, but foreplay’s fun and if you really need satisfaction I can always eat you out from pretty much this same position.”

“Ah. Yeah, uh. This is good for now.”

“Maybe some tummy rubs. You’re probably, ah, a bit tuckered out from earlier and all.”

“Little bit, yeah.”

“That’s fine. Cuddling is nice, too.”

“So anyway we’re absolutely naming one of them Purple Sm-”

“No.”

“Hmph.”

“We can come up with names for them later. We’ve got plenty of time, after all.”

“Mmm. Yeah, I suppose that’s true.” Scarlet leaned forward, nestling comfortably on her belly like it was a water bed. “Anyway, pamper me more!”

“Your wish is my command, darling~” Azure replied, using magic to give her a belly rub while using her hands to squeeze her ass. Honestly, it was nice to get a little break. She had sex for a living, and had sex as her most prominent hobby, so just getting to cuddle a bit on occasion was appreciated. Even if it was happening while both involved parties were ridiculously hyper-pregnant.

“I love you~”

“I love you too, babe.” The romantic atmosphere helped also. It was almost relaxing. If she wasn’t actively participating, she might have ended up falling asleep. Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if Scarlet ended up getting a nap in. That was fine. It gave her a chance to think about other things. Family, the future, and how she was going to absolutely destroy that fucking raccoon the second his spawn was out of her.