The otter laid exposed on her back, a hand gently laying across both her gradually expanding bosom and stomach as her legs were kept open by a knot beyond her measure, effortlessly keeping itself plugged deep inside her. She swallowed anxiously, adjusting her hands to her hips as she took a few deep, shaky breaths, preparing herself for what she was about to do. Panting heavily, she laid her head back, closing her eyes to try concentrating on keeping her composure.
	It wasn't working.
	She gave a sigh and started twisting from side to side, trying to get her back arched up off the ground, pausing momentarily after every tiny adjustment to let the growing weight in her womb settle. It was very apparent with every change in position that her clutch was a great cause of grief for her, every shift getting a low, drawn-out groan from her. Once she couldn't lift herself any higher, she braced her elbows on either side to keep herself up and gave herself another small break. Her tail tip twitched under her sire as her chest heaved with each breath, expending some of her nervous energy before she could catch a break and once again swallowed hard.
	"I see your... 'enhancements' are working as intended," he growled at the tiny creature swelling beneath him as he traced a finger over her swollen abdomen. "How fortunate for you."
	She continued to expand under his palm, and for a moment it was almost relieving, the way he wrapped his fingers around her back. The support, his soft touch, it was a welcome distraction from the overwhelming pressure between her hips. That was, until he placed his thumb against her gut and gave it a gentle press to gauge her skin's rigidity. Her breath instantly hitched and her arms and legs started shaking uncontrollably as the aforementioned pressure built up until she felt she was about to burst. He gave a quiet chuckle and, satisfied, released his grip on the poor otter.
	Instantly gasping for air as he let go, she collapsed into his hand momentarily and panted to catch her breath. Now free from having to support herself, she reached an arm up and massaged her tummy in a desperate attempt to calm herself down. Her panting slowly turned to groaning as she had to support herself again, his hand removing itself from under her so he could pet her instead.
	"You're holding up better than I expected, love. Very impressive!" She wanted to swear at him for that. She wanted to yell, kick and scream at him - how dare he act all nice after squeezing her like some damn squeaky toy. Who does he think he is?
	Her anger would have to wait, however, as the pain was still too great to fight. Instead, she adjusted her hips and braced her feet flat against the floor again. Then, with no shortage of groaning to go along with it, she lifted her hips and, one at a time, wrapped her legs up over his thighs.
	"Oh? You want some more?" He cooed, cupping her hip in his hand to give her a gentle tug towards him, causing her to seethe silently. Her tail twitching violently yet again as he pulled against her ever-tightening skin. She growled back at him and planted her hands beside herself, then hoisted herself upright in as swift a motion as she could, with obvious difficulty. Gripping at one of his arms, the poor otter pulled herself forward and grabbed the other to holding herself up, much to his amusement.
	Her stomach bumped into his and she quickly realized she wasn't going to be able to sit fully upright quite like she had hoped. She was going to have to hold herself at this off-angle if she wanted to remain in his lap. She could barely keep herself from falling back past all the pain and pressure against her insides, especially with her womb the way it was now - and it was still getting worse.
	She kept a hold on him, determined to stay sitting on his knot as fully as she could to help relieve the burn that came with laying underneath him. He had invested zero interest in her personal comfort from the start, so there hadn't even been a moment's thought from him to even remotely try keeping himself pressed up against her. He actually enjoyed sitting just far enough away to pull against her, reveling in the way their tie bulged her so nicely and caused her so much pain.
	He humored her a few moments more before abruptly leaning forward onto his hands, letting her lose her grip and slip off as her weight shifted. She landed with such force that the wind got knocked out of her, resulting in her gasping for air as she had to push her breasts out of her face. He rocked back and forth a few times, admiring her expressions as he slowly tugged against her tight lips. He glanced down to admire what little he could see of his cock peeking out of her and rested a hand against her pelvis, sighing contentedly at their size difference.
	He gently scratched at her pubis to so generously give her time catch her breath before grabbing at a handful of her fur and tugging on it, letting it all slide back out from between his fingers. She drew in a sharp breath from between clenched teeth, then yelped as he came back to grab at the skin spread so tight around himself.
	Rocking himself back and forth, he brought his hand back up for support as every tug on his knot got a huff out of them both. He spent a couple minutes repeating this motion, pressing his hips into hers a little more each time until they were grinding. He slid a hand back down between them and pet at her for a while, craning his head down to nip at her jawline with a growl. Her breath hitched as his teeth grazed her skin, then resumed panting heavily as he kissed down her neck.
	"Open wide," he whispered to her, grinning as he savored the groan one last hard grope got.
	He braced himself and pressed his hand hard into her, splaying his fingers out as he dug into her skin. The otter below him couldn't help but scream as it felt like he tore her open, spreading her apart as much more as he possibly could before thrusting, laying into her with all his weight. He slammed against her cervix and got another scream from her, but immediately silenced her by wrapping one of his hands around her face.
	"Hush, baby, you'll scare the others."
	She struggled to see straight past all the pain and grab at his hand, frantically trying to push him away so she could breathe again. Each muffled scream from her got louder until he felt nice enough to loosen his grip that resulted in her throwing her head to the side, wheezing just to get a bit of air into her straining chest. He stayed pressed up against her for a while, his cock throbbing in her, its vigor partially renewed.
	He panted happily above her, drool occasionally dripping onto her as she laid under him, her legs shaking wildly from all the torture and her breath running ragged with some whining working its way out every so often. They stayed like this until his pulse calmed down, then he readjusted himself, getting up onto his hands and knees so that his knot - now more snug than ever - lifted her up off the floor.
	A growl rumbled in his throat as he stood over her, watching her stomach continue swelling even after this long. He could stay here forever with this tiny bitch milking him the way she was, her body so eager to be filled with their first clutch together.
	She couldn't even muster the energy to scream as her bottom half was hoisted into the air. Her gut had shifted and fell onto her, and it was taking all her strength to brace her arms and hold it to keep it from smothering her face as he had been moments earlier. He swayed his hips as she worked so hard just to breathe, his ears perking up in amusement as the pressure of her stomach squashed her breasts into her hands and caused them to start leaking. He pulled away to stretch her out and grabbed a breast, squeezing to be greeted by a yellowish hue.
	Colostrum, unfortunately useless in this case, but still a good sign. He was glad to see her body had taken to him so quickly.
	He sat himself back down and massaged both her breasts, garnering nothing but moans from her as she expressed. He placed his hands back on either side of her and lapped at the milk, cleaning her up as much as he could before again grabbing at her, bringing her teat to his mouth this time. His tongue pressed against the underside of her breast as he carefully rested his teeth against her skin, hungrily suckling as she whimpered quiet pleas for him to stop.
	He held her down for quite a while as he made sure to drink her completely dry, accepting her generous offer to replenish his stamina. Gulping down the last bit, he licked his lips before turning to admire her stomach, now that it had finally stopped growing. He ran both his hands through her dense fur, giving a gentle squeeze every so often. She groaned when he leaned forward and pressed into her, the internal pressure on her skyrocketing to nigh-unbearable levels.
	"I should thank you for the meal," he said, placing a hand upon his own swollen abdomen, "I already find myself looking forward to your next clutch."
	He rubbed his tummy to help soothe it, but stopped when he felt her muscles gently clench around him. His ears perked back up and he again leaned himself over her, a smirk working its way onto his face. He did nothing, for the moment, but couldn't help his tail from wagging as he patiently waited. About five minutes had passed when, again, she tightened up on him. Her breathing completely halted for this one, and she couldn't help but bare her teeth from the pain.
	Letting the first two of what he had now confirmed were her contractions pass by, he couldn't help himself when her third one hit. He laid his hand upon her and spread it out to cover as much surface area possible, then slowly pressed down on her through the full duration of her contraction. She frantically swatted at his hands to no avail, panting heavily as he stopped tormenting her alongside her contraction. He opted to pet her stomach through the next few, being sure to reach down occasionally to rub his shaft through her pubic mound. Wouldn't want to go soft on her, would we?
	He was casually massaging her through another contraction when finally she gasped, her stomach lurching then immediately seizing up, his cock buried deep inside her being constricted. He clenched his fists and groaned, but it was still far from painful for him.
	"I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am," he muttered under his breath, "because I feel I'm never going to breed you any other way."
	Practically hyperventilating at this point, the poor otter still couldn't muster any venom to spit back at him. To say she was livid was an understatement, but there was little she could do but ride it out at this point.
	Her next contraction was much more intense than the previous and she was goaded into pushing along with it. She whined through the whole thing, panted as it let up, then was hit by another wave and couldn't help but bear down again. She could focus on little else but the pressure building inside her, and with every push she felt like her head was going to pop off, but she couldn't fight it. That instinctual urge to move her brood out of her was overwhelming, even with a knot still plugging her up.
	They panted in unison during her next break, her sire planting a hand on the ground beside her to brace himself. He pet her stomach vigorously, his palm pressing into her to shift his clutch inside her, hopefully to start it in moving along. Her next contraction got a groan from her as she felt him help one of their eggs drop, pressing it directly into him. She pushed, about grinding her teeth to dust from all the effort, despite only having made a headway of about a few measly centimeters.
	She threw her head back onto the ground and dropped her arms beside her, panting, but with an open mouth this time, her tongue lolling pathetically to the side. They made eye contact momentarily, and he gave her a smirk. She glanced away quickly and took to staring at the wall, her tail twitching a few times more.
	Again a contraction came, and her arms curled up beside her, lifting her up so she could lean forward and bear down easier. Good progress was being made, but came to a predictable halt the second the egg was pressed up against his knot. Still, she kept on pushing until she couldn't, her arms finally buckling and dropping her back down.
	He laughed at her plight and rolled his hips into her, shoving the egg deeper inside her again. The reaction she gave him was immensely satisfying, the way she cried out as her tightened stomach was being pushed against from the inside. She heaved a few deep breaths, then clenched her fists and pulled her legs up, doing the only thing she could do in this situation.
	Keep pushing.
	He backed away from her as she managed to move the egg down again, glancing down to admire as she made her vulva bulge out, the combination of his huge knot and the egg fighting to come through her fragile opening. He placed his hand against her mound and tugged at a few strands of fur, causing her toes to curl on him. That feeling of her being engorged with him and his lust for her was an amazing one to him. He moved his hand over her pelvis and up onto her poor, bloated stomach. The way her uterus tensed up, the way she momentarily became rock hard as she contracted... it was what he lived for.
	He played his game of back-and-forth with her for a long time, letting her press down as far as she could before he just botched her progress and stuffed it all back inside her. It was only when she stopped fighting as much did he reach up and caress her cheek. The way her eyes were rolled back, her breathing ragged, he figured he had his fun. After all, there would always be next time. He readjusted himself, positioning his legs wider apart to properly brace himself as he grabbed at the underside of both her thighs.
	"Playtime's over, love. Get to work."
	He gave her leg a couple hard pats to hopefully get her attention, then slowly shoved her away from him during her next few contractions. It took quite a few attempts, but eventually she managed to stretch enough that the pressure built up inside her managed to pop his knot clean out of her. She yowled as a small gush of fluid came out with him, only to be instantly plugged back up with the egg he had been toying with. She sat bolt upright, though her legs were still forced apart, only this time by her overcrowded womb.
	She looked up at her sire, only to be met with a stoic gaze. There was no grin, no smile, not even a smirk on his face. His shaft - while admittedly a lot smaller than the last time she saw it - was still erect, and he made no move to keep it from pressing into her stomach now that she had sat herself up. He only stared down at her, unnerving her until her next contraction brought an ample distraction to focus on. As the first of her clutch started crowning more and more, she was forced to again roll onto her back, to lift her stomach and allow it the room necessary to be laid.
	She groaned long and hard along with her contractions as her battered lips strained to stretch around the girth of the egg, until finally it popped out with another gush of fluid. She gasped and went to sit upright again, but was quickly put back in her place by the second egg immediately sliding into position, the tip of it just barely peeking through. Her sire picked up their magnum opus and admired it, turning to set it aside as he awaited the next.
	It took a good portion of the night, but she managed to relax enough as time went on that by the time she was down to the last one, it was only taking two or three contractions to push them free. Her muscles ached from all the intense work they had been put through as the last one unceremoniously popped forth from her.
	"Very good, almost a perfect twenty," he cooed, laying the last egg aside before picking up his poor, tired little otter. "You did very well tonight."
	She grabbed the fur on his chest and buried her face into him. She wanted so bad to be mad at him. She wanted nothing more than to hit this guy, but after all she had just been through, she could barely muster the strength to lift her head, much less a fist.
	He rubbed her back and cradled her against his neck. She was so worn out and exhausted, he almost didn't have it in him to tell her this would be her duty again and again, every night for the foreseeable future.