The troll smiled and planted her lips to his. Ammah’s tail wagged as he journeyed over the corner of her mouth and down the delicate curve of her chin. Seeing the cake out of the corner of his eye, the djinn scooped up a bit and raised it to Fereya’s mouth. The troll parted her jaws, clamping her fangs gently over his fingers as she swallowed the morsel. Ammah noticed her belly and hips continue to widen as she swallowed. The chubby troll took up a dab of frosting and smeared across Ammah’s belly. The djinn trembled as her rough tongue made a shimmering trail over his flesh. 

“I simply adore your big belly.” Fereya kissed Ammah’s navel. “I want it to get bigger and bigger. Can I make it bigger?”

Ammah thought for a moment. “Oh, but I am awfully full. And besides, I don’t think this chair can hold me if I get any bigger.”

“Then perhaps the bed over there would be better?” Fereya motioned to the woven mat.

Ammah groaned, struggling to roll from the chair. His limbs felt so heavy and clumsy as he flopped to the floor. Were his arms always so big, he wondered as he scrambled on his hands and knees to the bedroll. Rolling onto his back, the little djinn allowed the troll to stuff more of her wondrous pastry down his gullet. 

“Your belly is so big,” Fereya chuckled. “Oh, I love it.”

Ammah giggled and grabbed up a scoop of the frosted cake. “And now you’re going to get big too.” He plopped the sweet into Fereya’s open mouth. 

The troll swallowed and the little djinn marvelled at the way her soft belly would grow, spilling over her hips and her jiggling thighs. 

This was such fun, the little djinn thought as Fereya shovelled the strange cake into his mouth. Why was his mother so worried? This troll was so nice and pretty. What did he have to fear? Unfortunately, the naughty little djinn was about to find out that the wicked troll was fattening him up for a reason.

“Oh,” Ammah’s hands rubbed his massive belly. “I think I ate too much. I can’t even put my hands together.” He rolled onto his overstuffed stomach and sighed. 

“Oh good, you’re in just the right position,” Fereya chuckled. The troll fell upon his back and nuzzled his long, furry ear. “You know what else I like?”

Ammah’s heart began to quicken as the troll pressed harder into his back. Her hand grasped his fat rump and squeezed, causing the little djinn to yelp. 

“You see, I like to find naughty little boys in the forest,” she purred into his ear. Her warm lips nibbled at the sensitive lobe, causing a ripple to race down his spine. “Ones that don’t like to listen to their mothers. I like to catch them and make them into mommies.”

“M-Mommies,” Ammah squeaked. 

Fereya’s hand thrust deep into his ass cheeks, finding his chocolate button. Ammah gave a cry as the troll stuck two fingers into his anus. 

“Oh yes,” she said. “Plumped and primed and ready to be impregnated.”

Her nimble fingers danced inside him, rubbing at the inner walls of his core, plunging deep to find his most precious treasure. Squeezing his rump, the troll parted his cheeks and lowered her face. 

“Like two big scoops of chocolate ice cream,” she muttered. “And I’m going to lick them all up.”

Her tongue slithered into his anus, scouring his insides. Ammah let out a howl as Fereya plunged deeper, licking at the smooth, muscled walls of his rectum. His little heart thundered in his chest and he had to bite down on his finger as wave after wave of pleasure racked him. He wanted to scream and cry, but at the same time, he wanted to shriek in ecstasy as the troll’s tongue swirled about his expanding button.

“Oh yes,” he heard her moan. “You are so wet and ready.”

The troll stood and parted her legs. For the first time, the little djinn saw the hideous rod of purple flesh standing erect above two bloated, heavy orbs. A shimmering bead of dew glistened from the lethal tip. He wanted to run, to get away. But his pudgy body would not allow it. Fereya hugged his fat belly tight, her member nudging between his cheeks as it quested for his ring. The little djinn whimpered, wishing that he had listened to his mother. But, it was too late. Fereya’s hard shaft buried itself deep into his ass, plunging all the way in to pierce his core. Her heaving breasts tickled his shoulder blades as she thrust with hips, grinding her pubic bone into his fat, round butt. 

Slowly, she pressed in until Ammah had to cry out in fear and just a little ecstasy. Slowly, agonizingly, she pulled back. The little djinn shuddered as a hot wave of intensity washed over him. 

“You’re so soft. Like fresh dough?” Fereya panted, her pace quickening.

“A-Ah, ah, oh… Oh… Oh…” Ammah grunted.

She slammed her cock hard, blasting the little djinn’s prostate until his hardened groin began to trickle onto the bed. 

“You bad boy,” Fereya giggled. “Look at the mess you made. I’ll have to punish you for that.”

Her pace became furious as the mad troll pounded the little djinn’s ass. The hut echoed with the raw slap of wet meat as she drove herself into the shrieking djinn. Ammah’s head reared back as he screeched. His body was aflame and he could not help but to clamp his ring down hard around the troll’s cock as she pumped. Finally, Fereya thrust in and locked her pelvis into his ass. Her fingers squeezed deep into the jiggling folds of his fat as she released herself. Ammah’s belly surged with a hot, bubbling feeling as the troll’s fertile seed poured into his hungry womb. 

“N-No,” Ammah wailed. His chubby legs kicked futilely beneath Fereya. “Don’t come inside me.”

His soft belly gurgled, growing tight as he bloated up with new life. Greater, the little djinn’s belly swelled, bubbling with tiny kicks as the lives within him shifted and moved. 

“Oh my, look at you,” Fereya said. “You must have been extra naughty to have so many.”

She pulled her limp shaft from Ammah’s butt and sat back. The little djinn struggled onto his back as his pregnant belly continued to rise before him. Soon his middle had grown to the size of septuplets and showed no signs of stopping. The brown dome stretched, nearly reaching the sagging rafters of the troll’s hut as bumps rippled all over. Ammah gripped his pregnant belly and moaned pitifully. His brain swam with the fear and horror of what had become of him and yet, he also wanted more. He wanted to be bigger, fuller. His thoughts flooded with the image of his belly reaching to the ceiling and bursting through the roof. Fereya planted her lips to his gravid belly and kissed the tight, brown flesh. Ammah bit his lip as his belly quaked, sending a tingle down his spine and into his crotch. His crotch? Oh, what was this he felt?

“Lovely,” she said, giving his belly a little rub. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

“M-My weenie is getting so hard,” Ammah sniffled. Tears trickled down his fat, round cheeks as his bloated breasts leaked thin streams of milk. The tiny lives within him shifted, brushing up against his prostate. The djinn blushed and moaned.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Fereya said. “Don’t worry. I know just what to do.” She hopped between his thighs and gripped his stiffened member. “You know what like more than impregnating naughty little boys? I like to get pregnant by adorable little momma-boys.” 

She leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock. Ammah squealed, only inciting the troll to wrap her lips around his shaft and suckle. Her fingers kneaded his plump scrotum, massaging his swollen balls until his seed churned, begging to be released. Fereya pulled her lips up and then off his throbbing groin, only to nibble at the underside of his cock with her fangs. 

“A-Ah, don’t,” Ammah whined, but his cheeks flushed red and he had to look away. 

“Are you sure?” Fereya said. “You don’t seem to hate it.”

The djinn bit his lip and sniffled, letting his thighs part wider for her. Fereya stood up and turned her back to the djinn. “I think I need to do it this way,” she said. She spread her plump legs and gripped her flabby ass. The troll then squatted down, her dripping pussy engulfing the djinn’s trembling cock. 

“Ngh, you’re so hard,” she groaned as her honeyed lips slurped up Ammah’s shaft. Her palms flat on the bedroll, she pressed down, sliding down the djinn’s cock until she struck his pelvis. Behind her, a buffet of tiny kicks struck her back. “Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Give it to me momma-boy.” She raised herself up, her muscles tightening around Ammah’s cock. “More, more, mmm….”

Ammah hugged his gravid belly and cried out as the troll slammed down. He wanted to scream and whimper, and yet his mind was overtaken by such strange sensations. His tongue clove to the roof of his mouth while his hands stroked his swollen belly in slow, luxurious circles. He found himself bucking his hips into Fereya with each fall of the troll’s hindquarters. His balls retracted into his pelvis as the urge overwhelmed him to plant his seed deep.

“Yes, that’s it,” she moaned. “That’s a naughty boy.”

“Ah… ah… ah…” Ammah wailed. “I-I can’t… I-I can’t…”

“Let it go,” Fereya hissed and she dropped her weight down on his quivering rod. 

The little djinn clutched his fat belly and groaned as his warm seed gushed into Fereya’s soft, fertile womb. The troll licked her lips, he hands on her flabby stomach as her belly began to gurgle and swell, growing into a ripe dome of tawny fur. 

“O-Oh… Yes.” Her fingers kneading her growing belly like fresh dough. “You fill me up so good. My naughty little momma-boy.”

Feeling the djinn’s cock soften, Fereya struggled to her feet and pressed her gravid belly into Ammah’s. Her claws gently scratched his tight flesh as she kissed the mound of brown skin. Her breasts trickled fresh white milk onto the djinn’s belly as she hugged herself to Ammah’s gravid middle.

“How lovely,” she said. “I want to keep you forever.”

“I want to go home,” Ammah cried. 

“Nonsense,” Fereya scolded. “You’re staying here with me. And we’re going to get fat and pregnant together, forever.”

The little djinn’s mouth curled into a frown. “I-I’m hungry.”

Fereya grinned. Steppin over his head, she straddled the little djinn. Her purple rod growing rigid, she stooped down. “You’re hungry? Then I want you to eat up.”

Ammah’s lip quivered as her glistening tip touched his mouth. The little djinn’s jaws parted and Fereya thrust herself into his maw. Ammah’s lips closed tight, stroking her hot, rigid flesh until the bitter, salty tang of the troll’s seed filled his mouth. Thick sludge oozed down his throat, pooling into his swollen belly. The little djinn sputtered and coughed as Fereya pulled her dripping cock from his mouth. She then bent down and kissed him, her tongue mingling with the semen filling his mouth. Licking her own seed from her lips, the troll smiled. 

“Mmm, you suck cock like a champion, little one.” She then slid once more between his fat thighs and wrapped an arm around his leg. “I’d say you're ready for another.” She placed her other hand on his rumbling belly. “How about it?”

Ammah whimpered as the troll entered him again. His belly would surge once more, filling with another squirming litter of the troll’s spawn. The poor little djinn. If only he had listened to his mother, but alas, he did not. Perhaps, his children would be more obedient instead?

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“Oh dear,” I said, slamming the bezel down on my laptop. I fanned my hot face with a claw and giggled. “W-Well now, I don’t think that was quite what I had in mind. U-Um, that might not have been appropriate for someone your age.” I looked down at the bulging hump of my belly. “Anyway, it is still important to listen to your mother and not kick him in the bladder in the middle of the night.”

For that, I received a battering ram to my bladder. I gave a scream and bounced from my chair. 

“Oh shit! You little monster.” Raced for the bathroom, my hand under my belly. “Make it! Make it! Make it!”

With the toilet flushing behind me, I leaned heavily on the door frame and scowled. “I’ll remember that. Oh, just you wait.”

Suddenly, my cellphone buzzed. My ears pricked up as I rushed back into the room and scooped up the vibrating phone. 

“Ammah,” Fereya’s voice came through the speaker. “I got your text. I’m at the store and I don’t know what a pookle fruit is, but I did get this cake you wanted. Um, what am I supposed to do with it?”

“Feed it to me erotically,” I whispered, my face flushing.

There came a silence over the line and then she spoke. “Oh, it’s like that is it? My, my, such a naughty boy. Well, I’m going to fatten you up real good then. I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”

I pressed the call end button and placed the phone down. 

“Well, we can’t listen to mother forever, can we?” I chuckled. “Oh, I should get ready.” I slid my panties down and flicked them across the room. “There, all ready. Hoo hoo hoo.”