A yellow light spilled from the open door of the bathroom, illuminating the plush grey carpet which tickled the pads of Riley’s feet as he strode towards his bed. The bobcat stopped at the edge of the mattress, his golden fingers bracing himself, sinking slightly into the quilt as he thumbed the screen of his phone. Harsh white played over the scruff of his muzzle, his amber eyes glittering as the thumbnails scrolled across his vision. 

“Let’s see now,” he muttered. “I know it’s here somewhere.”

The bobcat paused in his endless scrolling to tug at the knee-length shirt which clad his slender frame. Woven of blue fabric, the long nightshirt was emblazoned with golden stars and crescent moons. It was cheesy, but Riley found something classic about sleeping in an old nightshirt. He stepped back from the bed, turning to retreat back into the bathroom. 

“I can’t forget to turn off the light,” he said to himself. 

Flicking the switch, he then scampered back to the bed. The moonlight streamed through the parted curtains, swaddling the quilt in silver radiance. Carefully, Riley tugged the covers back, exposing the blue of the sheets. The bobcat clambered into the bed and brought the covers over his waist. Supported by a white and blue striped pillow, Riley would reach to his nightstand, taking up a pair of earbuds. 

“Okay, just need to put these in.”

He slipped the hard plastic buds into his knife-shaped ears and then returned to his scrolling. His finger flew across the screen of his phone, his mouth turned down into a frown as he continued to stare at the void of repeating videos. 

“Yeesh, how many of these how-to videos are there?” His dejection was only increasing when suddenly, his eyes would light up. “Ah, I found it.”

Before him was the treasure he had been seeking. A strangely titled video, “Rapid Pregnancy, For Dreams.” 

“I can’t wait to try this,” the bobcat mused. “I’ve heard these types of videos can give you certain dreams, but I’ve never really believed in this subliminal messaging stuff. Still, I suppose it’s worth a try.”

Laying back on the pillow, he thumbed the play button and placed his phone on the nightstand. His ears would fill with a dull thrum, like the distant hissing of static. Within that mechanical drone, a throbbing beat, a discordant hum, like that of a muffled voice. The words were indistinct, but Riley licked his lips, his eyes growing heavier as slumber threatened to overtake him. A warmth settled over his slender frame, pleasing and soothing, lulling him deeper into that swirling void, dragging him into the world of dreams. The bobcat yawned, his mouth stretching wide to reveal his pink tongue, the white of his fangs within the snowy scruff of his muzzle. His amber eyes drooped, unable to keep open as the lulling drone surrounded him, swaddling him like a thick blanket. His fingers played at the neckline of his nightshirt, absently traveling along the flat chest, finding the low dip of his white belly. Riley’s eyes fell closed, his hands spreading over his supple thighs, his legs parting slightly as his manhood began to twitch. 

The bobcat turned his head, his ears swiveling as unseen hands would come to grope at his narrow hips, slipping beneath the folds of his nightshirt. The bobcat mewed, struggling to pluck the questing fingers from his body, but his arms would not move. His chest began to rise and fall with the ragged puffing of his breath as those hands slid along his lower belly, circling the well of his navel. Up, they would rise, seeking his chest, while others would come to rest upon his thighs. Riley moaned in his sleep, his back arching as shadowy fingers swirled around his nipples. Clawed digits seized his tender buds, twisting and plucking, teasing until the bobcat did cry out. 

“O-Oh, oh,” he called into the night. 

Throwing off the blanket, the sleeping bobcat kicked out, his hands flying to the hem of his nightshirt. In his slumber, he grasped the blue fabric pulling the shirt up his body so that from chest to groin, he was laid bare to his unknown assailants. Yellow fingers, his own clawed hands, clutched at his stomach, rising up the ribs to cup his flat breasts. His nipples, pink as roses, dared to part the sea of snowy fur, rising up erect and ready as the bobcat moaned in his agony. 

“Ungh, yes,” he groaned as those hands slid down his thighs. “Oh, yes.”
His inner thighs quivered to the dance of flesh and claw playing up his legs, coming to tangle themselves into the wiry pubic fur, seeking always the throbbing rod which protruded in full erection. His balls churned, fat with fresh seed and Riley would tilt his hips, offering those plump pears to his lover, though he could see no one. Those hands cupped his precious orbs, thumb and forefinger rolling each sphere, coaxing the bobcat to whimper as shimmering precum gleamed upon his pink tip. 

“Ungh,” Riley cried, his tongue cloven to the roof of his mouth. 

His ears hummed with an electronic din, the distant thrum of a voice, indistinct and yet so clear, chanting to him, whispering its sweetly delicious desires. 

“I want it,” Riley moaned in his sleep. “Mmm, give it to me. I want to be pregnant so bad.”

His eyes began to open as he spoke, and the bobcat suddenly sat up. The world around him was so very much like his own and yet, so unfamiliar. His heart pounded in his chest as he whirled, finding only endless grey. His bed, the walls, the sky outside his window. All was the same shadow grey, devoid of light and life. Riley then turned his eyes down, seeing that his golden fur was bare of his nightshirt. His slender stomach swelled slightly, stirring his manhood with its pleasing roundness. He was fond of soft potbellies, seeing many of the female cats sporting at least a little extra padding around the middle. His hips, no longer bony and narrow, had grown wide, rounded into a delightful shape that filled out his fattened rump. Riley turned, thrusting his ass into the air, his hand reaching back to sink into the dimpled flesh. Like warm dough, his cheeks spread and the bobcat could not suppress the grin which broadened across his face. His chest too, had transformed. The delicate buds that were his nipples had bloomed, becoming darker, the areolas bumpy and wide, thrusting themselves from pert, but supple breasts. Only his throbbing manhood had remained unchanged, dribbling the shimmering precum of his anticipation as his pungent bloom would widen between his cheeks. 

The electronic din hummed around him, whispering into his thoughts. Riley’s body was tense, his fur prickling with sweat as he would raise his head to spy a figure on the bed. Like that of a silhouette, shadowy and elusive, it remained just outside of the bobcat’s vision. Riley twisted his neck, yet the shape was always just out of reach. He could only make out the form of powerful muscles, of a tapering waist which made his mouth water. His rump rose up, his slack ring gaping, eager to receive his lover. The shape reached for him, taking him in arms made strong as iron. Riley sighed, brought to a chest which he could not see, but only felt. His hands groped blindly, trying to wrap around the powerful neck, to bury his muzzle into the broad chest, yet he would only tumble, falling across the bed as those hands came to seize him. 

Fingers rustled through the fur of his belly, slithering up his soft breasts to cup each heaving mound. Riley purred, relishing the pain and the ecstasy as those very hands would pluck his nipples, twisting the sensitive stems to make the bobcat howl. He reached out, finding the empty air, but could not protest for unseen lips were on his mouth. Utterly claimed by that spectral lover, Riley’s eyes fell closed, his glistening mouth parting, opening to the tender kisses of his love. Hot, wet breath filled his mouth, pouring deep into his heaving lungs. Smelling faintly of vanilla, with hints of licorice, that invisible mouth would close around his panting lips, crushing him as Riley’s tongue leapt into that shadowy maw. Now, the ghost had become solid. Joyously, did Riley explore the smoothness of the fangs, the roughness of the tongue which slithered around his member like that of a serpent, eager to plunge into the bobcat’s waiting mouth. He imagined the red gums, the slick ridges of the palate which he would caress, curling his tongue back as his lover took him into its arms. 

Heat bloomed on Riley’s cheeks, his arms closing around the shadowy neck. His lover pulled away, leaving the bobcat to mewl pitifully. But, the droning changed, picking up in a strange cadence. The silhouette fell, its muzzle plummeting to Riley’s chin, cresting the delicate bone to glide along the slope of his neck. Lips suckled at the curve of Riley’s throat, coming to pause at the empty chalice that was the bobcat’s collarbone. Riley licked his lips, his heart hammering as the shadow of his lover would fill that cup to overflowing. Hot kisses poured forth to cascade between the shuddering mounds of his pert breasts, rushing down his belly as the shadow would slip from his neck to dive between the peaks of his white breasts. The silhouette then rose, mounting his breast, lips closing around his bumpy areola. The bobcat shivered, his hands seeking to clasp the figure who knelt above him, to grasp the taut flesh which held him so firmly. He found the hardness of the broad back, felt the steely cables of muscle beneath flesh which burned at his touch. The bobcat tilted his head back, uttering a content groan as the hot tongue of his lover would slide around his erect nipple. 

“O-Oh,” he moaned into the emptiness of his bedroom. 

In his sleep, he kicked the covers back, his cock throbbing, leaking its shimmering precum to make sticky his fur. His clawed fingers clung to the mattress, his nightshirt pulled up to his chin as he moaned in his sleep. Lost in that droning void, Riley arched his back, giving himself to his lover. The shadowy form closed around his nipple, flicking the erect bud, stirring a tingle within Riley’s chest. How he yearned then to flow with rich, fresh milk, but his pert breasts could offer none. Sorrow filled the feline, his body slumping to the bed in defeat as his lover would release his hold on the cat. Tender hands, their clawed fingers rustling through his fur, would come to his wide, round hips and Riley gave a gasp as his legs were parted. The shadowy form was between his thighs, ghostly manhood throbbing at the bobcat’s plumping perineum. 

“Oh, please,” he begged to the ghostly form. “Mmm, give me your hard rod.”

The shadow did not speak, but the droning in his ears would rise into a terrible din, voices urged him, flowing all around the grey room as his rump was lifted, parted by unseen hands. His blossom gaped, slick with the sweet nectar which gushed forth with a pungent aroma of musk and sweat. The shivering tip met his button and Riley let out a cry. His belly heaved, his anus widening as the throbbing rod of his ghostly love penetrated, slipping deep to crash into his wailing core. The breath exploded from his lungs and Riley flung out his hands, grasping the headboard behind him as his lover pushed deeper, sundering the gates of his womb. The shadow pulled back and Riley’s quivering rectum closed, not allowing his lover to escape. Instead, the shadowy apparition would circle, coming in again with renewed vigor. Faster, harder, never slowing, never stopping, that silhouette poured itself deep into the shrieking feline. Riley’s screams shook that cheerless void, filling the endless space with the cries of utter jubilation. 

“Yes,” he wept. “Oh, yes.”

It was as if he were in the arms of his most intimate fantasy. The perfect lover made flesh as he pushed back with his hips, ramming his ass into the ghostly pubic bone. The shadow made no sound, save for the dull droning in the bobcat’s ears. He opened his eyes, seeing the flickering shape which hid just outside his vision. His mouth opened to scream, but was silenced by a warm, wet tongue. A second lover, another shadow gripped his chest, the vaporous muzzle clamped to his mouth. The tongue slid between his jaws and Riley’s eyes snapped wide. Two of them! He felt himself lifted, flung onto his belly, his fat rump in the air to be mounted by the silhouette of his love. Panic began to well in his breast, for he had not expected such vivid dreams. On his hands and knees, he lifted his head, the spongy glans of his lover caressing his full, glistening lips. Black flesh was painted in glimmering precum, making his lips sparkle as he opened his mouth. He could do nothing else. Unable to control his urges, his body came alive, responding on its own. It was as if he were stepping outside of himself, seeing his yellow form being so wondrously ravaged by these unseen assailants. How his cock throbbed, veins bulging as his precum poured onto the bed to seep into the once clean sheets. 

Behind him, the first of the shadows came in once more, penetrating his gaping ring with a wet slap of raw flesh. The crash of their bodies rang out like a thunderclap, sending Riley tumbling forward, his mouth enveloping the cock of his second love. Hard, throbbing flesh filled his mouth with a bitter tang that made the bobcat moan through his flaring nostrils. His tongue leapt, slithering along the salty flesh, relishing in the sweaty tang as he caressed the pumping veins which made that phantom member pulse between his fangs. His lover pulled back, sliding slowly along Riley’s tongue, letting the bobcat’s rough flesh stir the bitter precum to flow into Riley’s waiting mouth. The bobcat swallowed, letting the hot wine of his lover pool in his empty belly. Meanwhile, the first shadow was seizing his hips, palms spreading over his fat rump, stroking the jiggling mounds of his ass. 

“O-Oh, yes,” Riley moaned in his sleep. “Oh, this is heavenly.”

The slumbering bobcat let his fingers blindly slide along his lower belly, claws groping, fumbling at the scruff of his pubic fur. His erect cock was flowing, glimmering in the silver moonlight with the opalescent sheen of his precum as his hand found his throbbing rod. 

“Mmm, this is the best sex I’ve had in months,” he mumbled. 

He felt himself being lifted, placed upon his knees, while his lover clasped him to his broad chest. The thrum of that phantasmagoric heart thundered against his back, bringing the bobcat to buck his wide hips, his round belly undulating as he impaled himself on that throbbing rod. The gates of his womb buckled as the shadowy penis burst within him. The spongy tip pressed into his prostate, bringing Riley to open his eyes. There was no creature before him, yet his mouth remained filled with the warm, twitching flesh of his love. Disembodied, that pumping cock clenched, the fattened balls which sagged in the ghostly scrotum released, bursting hot, bubbling seed to pour down Riley’s gullet. The bobcat’s cheeks ballooned, swelling comically as semen flowed. Gulping, he drank down the first ropy strand, yet more would come. His cheek inflamed, Riley swallowed, feeling his belly growing full, stretching so that the tiny pot was quickly swelling into a ripe dome of faux pregnancy. 

Riley whimpered through his nose, relishing every moment. Something firm prodded his bloating stomach, a third cock dipping into the well of his navel. Such a sensation would spur the little feline into pushing back against his lover, forcing the weeping rod to push deep, crashing into his womb. His hands came up, searching for the lover who filled mouth. His fingers curled in the air, finding throbbing flesh, grasping unseen male members which demanded that he stroke. 

“Uh,” Riley moaned. Slowly, his furry fingers were rising up his quivering pole, sliding up and then down. Precum flowed onto his hand, making his fur sticky and damp. “Ngh…” 

His back arched, His anus wet and ready, yearning to be taken. The bobcat kicked his legs, casting the covers from the bed as he twisted and turned on the mattress. 

“Ungh, please,” he begged. “M-More… I want more.”

The droning tone buzzed in his ears, rising into a shrieking din as his lover exploded within him. Hot seed flowed into his rectum, lapped up by his hungry womb. His belly continued to swell, painful at first, stretching so that he appeared six months pregnant. Hands came to his engorged stomach, rubbing his fur, caressing the growing dome that was his belly. The cock slid from his mouth, dribbling invisible semen down Riley’s chin, pouring its essence between his sagging breasts. Though he saw nothing, the bobcat felt the sticky fluid matting his fur, tasting the bitterness on his tongue. He licked the salty cream from his full lips, bringing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, holding it there, letting the flavor of his lover’s essence mingle on his palate. Like that of a fine wine, he savored the musky tang while his lovers’ hands slid along the slope of his belly, rising up to cup his tender breasts. His stomach lurched, overfilled, semen spurting from his battered flower. He was laid upon the bed, the world shifting, shimmering with brilliant blue and purple as the droning grew softer. 

Riley’s eyes began to droop, his body caressed and cuddled by those ghostly fingers which traveled through his crusty fur. He rolled onto his back, ignoring the cooling strings which flowed from his broken ring to seep into the mattress. His arms above his head, he drew his knees up, spreading his thighs. His cock pulsed, eager to plunge, yet finding none to take his member. His belly ballooned before him, a fat swell of sloshing seed which rumbled in his guts. The pressure built rapidly, the droning becoming a soft chime as the muffled voice began to sing in his ears. In his sleep, the bobcat licked his lips, letting go of his cock to bring his hands to his belly. His stomach began to churn, rising as he pushed his belly out with an intake of breath. The dreaming Riley’s eyes grew wide, watching as his belly rose. 

Growing, swelling, his stomach expanded, becoming seven months, then eight. The pressure in his stomach became the fluttering of feet, his belly bubbling with the furious kicks of new life. The bobcat’s heart flew into his throat, his excitement knowing no bounds as his body grew ripe with gravidity. His hips widened, painfully cracking as they reformed. His thighs jiggled with new found softness, his flesh dimpling from his sagging legs. His breasts too, were changing. His nipples were growing, flesh darkening as they became like bumpy dinner plates on snowy mountains which bloated to the size of his head. Beads of glittering white would appear on each erect stem, the first drops of his fresh milk. Albin threads rolled down his swelling breasts, flowing into his fur as they cascaded to the bed. 

“It worked,” Riley wept. Gingerly, he hugged his bloated breasts, his muzzle buried in the milky flesh. “I can’t believe it.” Tears rolled down his furry cheeks, his shoulders quaking as he sobbed. “It worked, it really worked. I’m pregnant!” 

The bobcat laid his head back on the pillow, his hands running along the wet swell of his breasts, finding his growing belly which had not ceased in rising like fresh dough. 

“Oh, I’m so big,” he moaned. “Mmm, so full and ripe. I can feel them. So many inside me, kicking, exploring.” His clawed fingers traced a path along his expanding middle. “So eager to come into the world. I love it.”

Riley tried to roll onto his side, but could not find the strength to heave his gravid form. At last, the bobcat flopped over, his belly spilling across the bed. His milky tits sagged, wobbling as threads of white trickled down his areolas. 

“Mmm, I wish someone were here to rub my fat belly,” he groaned. “Oh, it's so heavy. And my breasts,” he cupped a pendulous globe, “they are so full and sore. If only I had a pair of lips to ease my discomfort.”

As if on cue, soft, plush lips wrapped around his nipples. Two mouths encircled his tender buds to flick those milky stems with unseen tongues. Riley closed his eyes, sighing in contentment as those ghostly mouths would drink of his essence. Fingers played along his fur, kneading his engorged breasts as more hands would find the swell of his belly. Fingers swirled around the distended hump that was his navel, gliding along the curve of his lower belly to tangle into the dense jungle of his pubic fur. The scents of musk and sweat, of perfume and of lust hung thick in the dreamy air, tingling in the bobcat’s nostrils. Riley’s hands slid down his puffing stomach, delighting in the swell of his dreaming pregnancy. His hand found his cock and began to stroke. The vague form of his spectral love slipped below his belly and hot lips closed around his manhood. Riley gave a moan, his thighs shivering as the mouth would plummet to his pubic fur. Rising, the tongue circled his weeping glans, lapping the flowing precum which shimmered from his tip. His balls ached, demanding to release.

In his sleep, Riley stroked harder, faster, his muscles tensing as the first ropy strand spurted from his tip. His lover plunged, pulling back, growing more daring as the tongue would slither along his plump undershaft. Fangs bit down on his milky nipples, pan and joyous pleasure vying in his brain as Riley would slip a hand under his nightshirt and pinch his own nipple. 

“U-Uh, yes,” he moaned in his slumber. Biting his lower lip, he smiled. His body was slick with sweat, his cock ready to burst as his sticky finger slid up to his gaping tip. 

The bobcat’s cock shuddered, unable to take anymore. With a tremble, Riley’s manhood erupted. Hot seed fountained into the air like a geyser. Like the white foam which sprays from an uncorked champagne bottle, his cock would release. Hot semen splattered onto his stomach, splashing his narrow chest as the bobcat cried out in his sleep. His gravid body shook with glee, his cock bursting like ripe fruit into the mouth of his lover. The unseen jaws came away from his tender nipples, the mouth slipping from his softening member as he felt himself being turned. Pressure pushed against his kidneys as he found himself lying on his pregnant belly. The lives within him stirred, kicking out in protest as the bobcat’s rump was thrust upwards. His milky tits leaked beneath his scruffy chin, his head resting on his ample assets. His flabby cheeks, made full and soft by his pregnancy, would part of their own accord, their titanic girth too great to remain clenched together. 

Riley rolled over in his slumber, tucking the pillow under himself as he tilted his hips. His bare rump sticking up for all the world to see. In his dream, his gravid body was seized by tender hands, lovingly running themselves along the fur of his back. Warm, wet breath blew gently as a summer breeze against his cheek, nuzzling at his ear to make the tingles run down his spine. He would lift his head, feeling the soft lips nibble at his ear lobe. A wet tongue licked his skin, sliding into his ear to twist and curl. An electric spark burst in Riley’s brain, making the bobcat moan. Hands caressed his fat ass, thumbs dipping between his cheeks as fingers sank into his yielding flesh to part thighs soft with maternal padding. While Riley would weep his elation, his lover would spread him wide to reveal the glistening petals of his sticky flower. His anus sobbed with glimmering strands of expended semen, thin strings clinging to the inside of his rump, while others would flow slowly down his thighs like thick syrup. 

His lover’s muzzle billowed scorching breath upon his ring, making Riley push himself up, his back arching as he raised his head. The unseen muzzle met his puckered anus, lips closing around his sticky button. Suckling, a warm tongue would come to lick the sticky ooze from his skin, lapping at his quivering flesh until his tender bud was slick and shiny. Riley opened his mouth as if to utter a wailing cry, only to find a spongy tip tracing his lips. That ghostly member dripped with shadow semen, flowing across his ripe mouth to dribble onto his tongue. Salty and bitter, Riley relished the taste, the hot sensation as his tongue extended. In his sleep, the bobcat opened his mouth wide, his tongue lashing at the open air of his bedroom. His puckering anus wept between his slender cheeks, slick with the fragrant dew that wafted throughout his bedroom. 

His gravid belly rubbed against the sheets, stirring the lives within him to kick in protest. Riley could only offer up a meager groan through his flaring nostrils, his tongue caressing the dripping phantom member which was poised just beyond his reach. Straining on quivering arms, the bobcat leaned forward, his heavy breasts sloshing with their rich milk that trickled from his aching nipples. The smoothness of the sheets would lay itself upon each tender bud, like the fingers of a lover, stroking those erect nubs to let flow their enriching nectar. His tongue lolling from between his jaws, Riley would close his eyes, enraptured by the sensations, the rawness of his swelling body. In his slumbers, the bobcat would buck his hips, rubbing his throbbing manhood against the mattress. 

“Mmm,” he managed to moan. 

That rough tongue slid from his fangs, lapping the bitter dew from the ghostly cock which hovered before his muzzle. The drone in his ears swaddled him, slipping into his brain like a thick syrup. Beneath that dull thrum was the incessant chanting of the hidden voice. Whispers flowed into his brain, stirring the bobcat to tilt his hips to that which clasped his dimpled buttocks. Commanded, he would spread his quivering thighs wide, opening his cheeks to that unseen muzzle. The tongue which claimed his button was wet, warm and so soft that Riley could not help but to cry out as it slid along the puckering ring that was his gaping anus. 

“O-Oh, yes,” he whimpered thickly in his sleep.

His pace began to quicken, the bed springs groaning beneath him as he shifted his hips. His cock trickled the shimmering precum, dripping into the sheets as the bobcat thrust himself in his somnolent lust. The tingle of his flesh would move him to raise his hips to his love, whose unseen fingers dug deep into jiggling flesh. That ghostly tongue, that vaporous appendage, would lick the sweet honey from his flower, tasting the bitter seed which still clung to his slackened button. Then, with a single, wondrous thrust, that same tongue did plunge deep, striking the bobcat’s core with a renewed purpose. Riley’s eyes snapped wide, his mouth opening as he cried out with elation. Stars exploded in his vision as the phantom cock slipped between his fangs. His throat bulged with the throbbing member, that phantom rod pouring its fury down in his esophagus to fill a belly already bloated. 

Riley’s lips closed around that vaporous member, tasting the bitterness of sweat and the scent of musk which filled his nostrils. Meanwhile, his first lover was slipping back, its tongue curling to slide along the shuddering walls of Riley’s rectum. The bobcat groaned through his nose, utterly devoid of the strength to push back against his lover. He slumped on his pregnant belly, his leaking breasts still flowing with their rich elixir, seeping into the sheets to form two darkening stains as his eyes would roll back. Lost to the sensual pleasure of it all, Riley found himself shifting his wide hips, giving himself to his lover as that questing tongue plunged into the alien world of his hot core. There, it caressed the trembling gland, lapping at the bobcat’s prostate. The ghostly cock which filled his mouth pulled back, sliding along a squirming tongue, only to come back in, swelling Riley’s throat as the bobcat’s body would undulate, crashing him against the unseen muzzle between his cheeks.

The bobcat pulled his knees up, surrendering to the hands which fell upon his buttocks. The ghostly member slid from his lips, circling his mouth before slipping away. Riley swallowed the lump in his throat, grasping the pillow as he did so. The room was changing, growing brighter as if illuminated by some hidden light source. A pinkish hue enveloped the bed, the droning in his ears, that constant sound, became lighter, slower. Just below that din, the commanding voice whispered sweetly into his ears, lulling the feline into a warm, sleepy state. He laid his weary head down on the pillow, purring as fingers rustled through the fur on his back. More hands groped at his swollen belly, pressing against the fluttering kicks of his unborn. His lover brought its throbbing manhood to his anus, the spongy glans beginning to stretch his ring. The bobcat hissed through his fangs, but did not make any further move as his flesh was parted and that ghostly member entered him. As before, his lover thrust deep, crashing into his trembling core to stir his mounting lust. 

Riley let out a moan, his lover pulling back, sliding along his shuddering walls so that the bobcat would close himself, trapping that spectral rod, milking the vaporous shaft. Dribbling precum, hot as molten lead, spurted from that unseen tip, compelling the cat to raise his head. Hands fell to his hips and belly. Gently, he felt himself turning, rolling onto a wide, round hip. His wobbling cheeks still clamped themselves around his lover as his leg was seized and draped over a broad shoulder. The silhouette knelt above him, alway just beyond his sight, but Riley knew that the figure was all that he had hoped for. Strength was in those fingers, the depth of the chest. Fur, soft, warm and bristling, tingled his rump and his leg as his lover lowered itself down. The rippling of abdominals met Riley’s back and the bobcat whimpered in delight. Hard hands came to his lower belly, fingers spreading across his fur, clutching at a pendulous breast. Clawed fingers teased the leaking nipple, twisting so that the milk would run like champagne down the slope of Riley’s breast. 

His belly heaved, a sigh escaping from his lips as he let his lover take him. In his sleep, the bobcat slid a leg up, the knee coming to his ribs as he continued to grind himself into the shrieking mattress. His lips hung slack, threads of shimmering drool running down his chin as he grinned in stupid satisfaction. His balls churned, made fat with fresh seed, his cock throbbing, demanding release as it wept its bitter, glimmering tears into the sheets. His flat belly lurched, the muscles clenching as in his dreams his lover would lift him from the bed, its ghostly manhood plunging deep in that final, sweet climax. 

“Oh, my love,” Riley would call to his faceless lover. “Oh, please do not spare me your rod. I so crave your hot love.”

The apparition above him trembled as if in laughter and a voice, low and melodious floated just below that electronic buzz. Riley felt his strength fleeing him, his body melting into the arms of his lover. That ghostly form began to thrust, driving its shaft deep, plunging into the battered gates of Riley’s bloated womb. Gently, it circled, pulling back, but never slowing, never stopping. Fingers pinched the bobcat’s nipple, cupping his fat tit as the other hand would wrap around his pregnant belly. Riley closed his eyes, his mouth hanging slack, his breath heaving in wet pants as the quivering rod would circle his anus, sliding in once more with purpose. 

“Ungh,” he groaned. “Ungh… Ugh… Mmm…”

Slowly, his lover slid deep, pulling back, shifting its hips so as to play along Riley’s rectum. Unseen lips billowed their hot breath on his mouth, his lover’s kiss greeting the blossom of ebon lips to make the bobcat’s heart leap. The ghostly form pushed deep once more, stirring, not pulling back. Riley could feel the primordial churning, the coming of virile seed which would soon burst like ripe fruit. That hot flow came fast, pouring into his womb as his lover’s mouth closed around his plush lips. There were no lustful cries, no screams of elation, only the bone aching satisfaction as his belly groaned, swelling further to be the size of triplets. His lover pulled back, plucking its ghostly member free so that Riley may lay on his back, his belly jutting to the ceiling. The bobcat placed his hands on his pregnant middle, relishing in the fullness of his swollen womb. The droning in his ears, that constant companion, became a hiss of electric energy, following with a sudden stab in his lower belly. 

Riley gave a jolt as pain rippled across his stomach. His flesh was bubbling now, boiling with the fluttering of countless feet. Sweat broke on Riley’s brow as he watched his belly continuing to rise. 

“I-I’m still growing,” he wailed. “This can’t be right.”

His breasts too, did bloat, growing bigger than his head and showing no signs of stopping. The room swirled around him, turning from pink to violet, then to deep scarlet as pain lanced at his belly. His hips creaked, cracking as his cheeks parted. Fluid gushed from his broken rump, the pungent odor of life filling the room. Those fluttering kicks were moving now, seeking his lower belly, sniffing out the exit of the bobcat’s womb. His breasts ached, so tender and full. Lips closed around each nipple, drinking furiously as he continued to swell. 

“A-Ah, I can’t,” he wailed. “Ah, it hurts. It hurts so much.” 

His belly continued to rise, swelling rapidly and the bobcat felt a new sensation, a desire to push. Huffing, he clenched his fangs and wept, pushing against the fury of new life which sought to tear free from his womb. 

“I-I can’t, I’m so full,” he sobbed. 

In his sleep, Riley panted, growing ever more rapid in his movements. 

“O-Oh, it’s too much,” he mumbled. “I-I’m giving birth! I’m giving birth!”

His cock spurted and then with a final throb, released itself. Hot, bubbling seed erupted across the mattress, seeping into the fur of his belly as the bobcat let out a warbling cry. 

“Oh… Oh… Oh, shit.”

His eyes flew open and Riley heaved himself up from the bed. Sitting with his knees tucked under him, the bobcat plucked the earbuds from his twitching ears and then turned his muzzle down at the ruins of his bed. A glimmer puddle of pearly goo spread across the sheets, matting the fur of his belly. His cock hung limp, sticky with his expended semen, a thin trickle still flowing from his tip as he clambered from the bed. Fumbling with his phone, he closed the window and then made for the bathroom. Squinting into the glare of harsh yellow luminance, he made his way to the sink and turned on the water. 

“Oh wow,” he muttered, splashing cold water into his face. “I can’t believe how real that felt.” 

He looked up from the sink with a frown. His belly was sticky and damp, his nightshirt ruffled. He slipped the garment from his body and then snatched a towel. Wetting the towel, then began to scrub at his belly, taking care to wipe his member clean of any spent seed. Placing the towel beside the sink, Riley then turned back to his reflection. He was as he always appeared, a thin, if scrawny, bobcat. Slowly, he turned to the side, seeing himself in profile. His hand came to his narrow chest, fingers circling the nipple which in his dreams flowed with sweet milk. He cupped the breast that once sagged pendulous above a belly made gravid. His other hand came to that belly, gently probing the taut flesh, remembering how he grew so big and so ripe. Licking his lips, Riley could not suppress the heat which bloomed in his furry cheeks. 

“It felt so real,” he said. “I never knew it could work.”

Flicking off the light, the bobcat strode from the bathroom. He had left his nightshirt behind, he would not need it. The bed was still damp from his last joyous outburst, but he paid it no mind. Instead, Riley placed his earbuds back into his ears and laid down on his belly. Tucking the pillow under his chest, he thumbed his phone, finding the video he sought. 

“This one is supposed to last all night,” he giggled. Biting his lower lip, he then sat the phone on the nightstand and closed his eyes. The electronic drone enveloped him, beneath the din the voice chanted in his ears. “Oh yes, I can’t wait. Come and take me lovers. I’m ready to get pregnant and give birth until the sun comes up.”

Riley’s thighs spread wide, his bare rump parting to the empty air, while in his dreams, unseen hands would caress his trembling thighs, the throbbing of a spectral cock meeting his puckering ring. 

“Oh yes, I’m so ready,” he moaned in his slumber, a smile of utter bliss curling his lips.