This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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When he woke the next day, something was different, but not in a way that worried him at all. He moaned and stretched, rolling over on to his back from where he had been on his side, his arms up over his head until they bumped the headboard of the bed.
"Mmmph... Ohhhh..."
He didn't ache, however, as he'd expected after that first day of breeding, even if his body was not quite as he'd remembered it when he sat up again. His stomach pressed down over his crotch a little more than before, though Greg had not been fat or anything like that by any means. It was lie he'd eaten a larger meal than usual and was seeing the physical effects a little more clearly than he had before, even if he didn't think he had feasted too intensely at the banquet table. It was hard to judge.
He groaned as he got up, rubbing his chest, though there were no clothes to reach for. For some reason, his nipples seemed bigger too, or maybe his attention was only drawn to them because they were more sensitive than before too. He brushed his fingers again, a light gasp drawing at the back of his throat.
"Ohhh..."
They were even puffier too, the buds of them pert and swollen, though Greg didn't want to let it prey on his mind for too long.
"Must have been the food," he said to himself with a chuckle. "Mm... Maybe I'll eat something I'm more familiar with today."
He checked he was as clean and as fresh as he could be, considering everything that had happened, and was pleased to find there was no unwelcome body odour to his body in the slightest. He just had to let his body process the stretching and the food and everything would be right again, he was sure.
Cadence, however, didn't come out that day, which Greg found odd, though he would have liked someone to talk to. It was a little boring there, after all the events of the expedition itself, and he sighed lightly, shaking his head as he slumped into the bath with a froth full of foamy bubbles.
He ate more, though kept more to fruits and vegetables that he recognised, even some they'd brought over from Earth when the expedition had first set out. He was sure that would help flush out any toxins from his body, through the simple act of eating clean.
With not all that much to do, he relaxed for the day, inactivity seeping into him. Going to bed alone was not unwelcome, though the solitude was hardly something he was used to.
Yet the next morning dawned bright and he gasped as he awoke, his body feeling heavier and less settled than it had the prior day. He thrust the sheets aside, exposing his stomach, and trembled in place.
His stomach... How much larger had it got? He brushed his fingers over the thick rise of it, as if something was grossly bloating his belly up and out, though there was no pain there. It just didn't look right, not like him at all, as if something large was growing in there.
It would have been normal on a woman and the shape of his belly was even more obvious when he stood, though it was the kind of belly swelling that should have been more readily seen on a woman, rather than a man. Greg gaped, two hands resting below the curve of his belly, as if he was holding it up, though there could be no denying the truth of it.
Somehow, even though he didn't have any idea what had happened...he was pregnant. Definitely pregnant.
He gulped hard, heart hammering, and brought his hands up to his chest, which seemed softer and puffier than before -- especially in the nipples. They were pert and swollen, tingling with even the brush of air passing over them, everything overly sensitive, as if his sense of touch had been vastly heightened.
He stared and stared at himself, snapping into action as if he was coming out of a daze.
"Cadence!"
He rushed from the room, a hand on his belly, eyes wide as he rushed to Cadence's room. It didn't open at his touch and he hammered on it with a closed fist, breath dragging at his lungs.
"Cadence! Cadence, open this door! Cadence, let me in, let me in!"
"Go away!" She called back, her voice muffled. "I'm...busy..."
"Something really weird has happened, Cadence, fuck!" He swore, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his brow. "This is all so weird... Agh! Cadence, please open the door, please!"
It was him begging that revealed the truth of it to her and Cadence, one hand pressed, trembling, to her lips, opened the door.
He stood stock still, eyes wide, taking in her measure as she took in his. For there was no denying, not even to Greg, that Cadence was most certainly heavily pregnant too, the swell of her belly looking more natural on her than it did on Greg. Cadence took a deep breath that somehow came out laboured, as if she was dredging up an awful lot of energy she didn't have simply for that mere act of breathing.
"Mm... It's..."
She shook her head, biting her lip and taking a step back. Emotion swirled within her, tears building in the corners of her eyes as she stared him down, though she was not surprised, not all that much, to see him as heavily pregnant as she was. Cadence just... Well, what was she supposed to think when her whole world had been turned upside-down? Sure, breeding seemed self-explanatory, but...she'd thought she would still have some time for her body to accept it. And she hadn't even considered the notion she'd already been impregnated, as it hadn't felt like a human partner inside her. It had all just been so mechanical...
Cadence shivered at the memory. And immensely pleasurable.
