The Ringworld Enigma (Porne)

[jondude]

Your first fight had been... quite the experience to say the least.

It had been savage and brutal. Outright bestial even, given the events that happened. You hadn't really expected it to try and fuck you, since nothing you had read in the admittedly sparse reports you had seen had said anything about that. But it did, and it had succeeded. When it had though it was like a switch had been flipped into you. You had gotten angry, but you had also gotten incredibly lustful yourself. Hell when it was first on top of you and sinking it's dick into your brand new female anatomy, it had been an intoxicating pleasure rush. You let it happen to some degree. It was only when he pulled out and flipped you over to get better access at you did you have the sudden brain power to remember you were in a fight! But as your vision went from pink to red your next attacks don't really have much in the way of form or strategy to them at all! You attack him like a beast yourself, relying on gut instinct. Not like you had much in the way of hand to hand fighting experience anyway, and what little you got from the surveyor training didn't really take fighting trolls to consideration.

You had won though, and in what a manner too! The manner in which you attack him had quickly seen your fresh pussy stuffed with his gargantuan dick again, but other then briefly winding it did little to stop your other hand from smashing and clawing against his chest. Eventually you had gotten through though, and while it was a grisly way to win a fight it was effective against a creature like a troll. The damn things regenerated like crazy after all! Still now that it was over your time to process things, but even that takes a minute. You're coming down from an extreme adrenal high from the fight, and fighting off the after effects of a wild orgasm at the same time after all! Your body is hot all over, no small due to the massive belly of cum you now have as the defeated troll empties the last of its balls into you. Panting and covered in a thin sheen of sweat a sudden wave of exhaustion hits you, and you fall back... or try to anyway, except the troll's cock keeps you upright like a mast so big it is. Eventually though you do sort of... slowly incline as the troll's blood pressure drops for obvious reasons.

Eventually you untangle yourself, your mind going this way and that as you take stock of yourself. You were way more front heavy now with enough cum in your womb that you already looked due any second. And you had claws! Claws! In the heat of the moment you didn't even actively notice, but you had them! It made you wonder what other crazy things you'd be able to discover about this wild body of yours. Still, your excitement is a little tempered given that you just got fucked hard. You take consolation bite out of the heart in your hand and... well its edible but it tastes as good as most raw meat likely is. It would probably be much more palatable if you cooked it. Still, its pretty tough and chewy, which makes sense given how durable trolls were.

Suddenly, as if sensing your train of though, the data pad thing Orby had given you chimes. "I have seen enough of humans to know that raw meat isn't exactly favoured. This strikes me as a good time to show you how to access the ring. Would you like to learn how to create spontaneous fire?", he asks.

[porne]

I'm exhausted when I finally manage to pull out his heart, and the slight bloating I've got as his thigh sized cock stretches out my tight stomach is nothing compared to when his basketball sized testicles slam against my ass, the last act of the monster to push out as much seed as possible. I'm forced to stare downward as billiard ball lumps of spooge force their way up into me and cause distinct spurts visible in the top of my stomach, the thick baby batter beginning to fill my womb like a damned water balloon as I try to work together the energy to get up.

I'm pretty sure after that violent fucking, a normal human would be dead, even some of the improved humans around would probably be severely injured. Barely in the body for a few hours and I've already gotten it thoroughly ravaged. Studying my downed foe, I see quite a few similarities between myself and the monster, thick bony plates in the same general areas, although its face is fucking hideous compared to mine, the teeth a knarled mismash of sharp fangs and tough grinding stones. Of course, where my scales and plates are clearly bone, its look a lot more like rock or possibly poorly cast metal.

Finally, well after the bastard finishes his last load, I manage to dig my hands under my bloated form and liiiiiiiift myself off his still inflated cock before I flop onto the ground, the monstrous deposit of cum in my midsection badly throwing off my sense of balance. Staring in poor comprehension at the assistant as it makes a suggestion, I give a slight nod before shaking my head. "H-hang on. Before I commit to that, is there anything else on offer?" I ask, wanting to make sure that this is worth it.

[jondude]

"I would hardly call it a commitment", Orby says, but soon answers your actual question. "Not really. I suppose I can show you at least one more thing however. Soon you'll find however that after you get the hang of accessing the ring your imagination will soon be your only limitation. Well, beyond the regular limits I place on things that is. I won't allow strategic scale magic to anyone anytime soon."

Well, you suppose that is fair.

"Now, why don't you gather some fuel from the forest quick? I can show you how to start the fire with the ring, but fire will still need fuel to continue burning. Once we have that, I can show you something else. However depending on what you request, I might refuse for now. I've learned that on in regards to collected organics its better to slowly ease them into ring functions. Too much too fast tends to be disorienting and often disastrous."

[porne]

I spend a few moments thinking as I start heading towards the woods to try and collect some fuel for a fire. If my imagination is the limit, what would I want to do? Recalling getting wrecked a scant few moments ago, I ask about getting access to anything that the rock troll had and begin to paw through those abilities. Regeneration and raw stats are the main thing beyond 'lithovore' and a small chain of abilities related like 'lithoderms' and other 'litho-' features. Honestly, I think it's a good investment to be able to digest rocks and grow stones and crystals in my body as reinforcements.

Taking a step back mentally, there's a couple of things every 'build' needs. I need movement, body enhancement, field control, ranged attack, defense, and recovery abilities. That should let me operate the three basic classes you see in RPGs: healer, damage, crowd control. I ask about that, perhaps a generalized attack spell for ranges? I could certainly see that being a modular system where you drop different types of magical warheads into different projectiles. It takes a while, but I do try to describe what I want to Orby, hoping it'll be able to give me what I want in addition to the ability to digest fucking rocks.

By the time I reach the forest, my bloated stomach is mostly back to where it was. I still look pregnant, but I no longer look like I'm hauling around my own body weight hanging off the front of my belly.

[jondude]

You spend the next fifteen minutes or so doing your best to get a little bit of firewood, the task made significantly more awkward by your still very cum stuffed belly. As you go about picking up various sticks though you try your best to puzzle through what extra spell you'd like Orby to teach you. You hum back and fourth a bit, seemingly deciding between some form of defensive ability to grant yourself increased durability like the troll you just fought, or a spell with a little more range to it since you were still very much naked in the middle of the woods, and the ability to engage at range was always nice. You do your best weight the pros and cons, trying to think of your abilities that you can get as sort of class system, even if that wasn't necessarily true, but it made it simpler to break down into easy to understand concepts, or easier anyway. It was still seemingly wacky and goofy, but if you could only do so many things at one time is was best to sort of have a direction with the abilities you wanted.

Anyway, after you get a decent bundle it seems that your belly was already shrunk by quite a bit, your body seemingly to soak up all the baby batter in your womb while a little bit of seeps down your thighs. Luckily there was that small lake nearby if you wanted to take a quick dip to clean later, but right now some education and maybe warm food would do.

You make a simple tent of sticks before Orby chirps up again asking what you had decided. "To consume stone and minerals? And use them to reinforce yourself? An interesting request, presumably inspired by your fallen foe. Most would simply ask the ability to harden their skin like stone, but to keep the materials you need on hand will make the spell much more energy efficient. Very clever miss Bera. It seems like you were a good choice as my agent.", He says. "I will grant you this, along with the ability to summon basic fire on command. Now come. Hold out your hand and I will explain."

From there the lesson is mercifully simple. Accessing the ring with the right permissions it seems makes the whole process unbelievably intuitive and easy. You simply point your open palm at the sticks, thick about the fire you want, and then a burst of flame much more intense then you had expected springs fourth from your hand like a flamethrower! Maybe not like... a military grade one, but you can spray a jet of flames about thirty feet out and about a man tall. Playing around with it a little more, with a little practice it becomes easy to control, making a small lighter sized flame flicker form on a finger tip is neat, and you find you can sort of concentrate the fire into smaller hotter beams or tiny fireballs. There does seem to be some limits on range though, and it seems the fire has to originate from your body somewhere, as your unable to make objects near you just spontaneously combust.

With that done Orby soon flips the learning to your second request. "Now, for this the ability to digest is fairly passive, though summoning up the minerals later as extra protection will take a little more active effort, for now why don't you find a stone, and try eating it?", He asks. It doesn't take long for you to find a fist sized stone, and it takes a minute to actually nerve up to bite it. Once you do though your shocked at how easy it is. It's still tough mind you, but it seems to take all the effort of biting into a particularly under ripe pear, one that shatters in your mouth a little bit as your bite it. Unfortunately though it's really dry and tastes how you might expect a rock to taste.

[porne]

I play with the fire a bit, at least before whatever magical fuel is exhausted and I'm stuck making weird gestures as the fire refuses to come out any more. I feel the handful of scales growing across my flesh harden and thicken as the other ability I asked for takes root, my body picking up minor weight as the large deposit of protein in my womb is digested and made a bit more useful. I do still have the rock troll itself I can tear strips off of, which will hopefully work a bit better than just plain rocks even if rocks are a bit easier to find. Next up for magical experiments, combining the two new abilities, as the only thing better than a flame thrower is a magma thrower.

As I focus on cooking a bit of fire roasted troll, I can't help scratching a few of the thickening scales, as they shift from simple smooth scales, raising and expanding into something more akin to what the troll had, scutes and short thick spines spreading across the back of my arms and back, even my legs. One of the things that is annoying, the spines and things constantly catch on things as I'm pushing my way through the jungle. Dammit, this is going to make clothing a bitch and a half isn't it? Constantly catching and tearing it to shreds, I'm going to have to run around naked, aren't I? Everything has a cost I guess.

Sitting back, I give my still slightly bulged stomach a pat, already missing the impressive and near chiseled granite abs I had for a mere few hours. Hopefully, they'll be back soon even if they're not on the type of woman I actually want to fuck even if I think the new body is hot as hell. Uh, hold on, there's a stirring, we're going to focus on something not sex before my cock decides it's play time. I focus back on Orby. "Show me the map of our area. I want to check where we're going or if we have any particular areas to investigate or a general direction. Otherwise, I'm going to sleep soon."

[jondude]

You experiment with your abilities a bit, testing the current limits of the fires you can start, as well as growing some tone like scales and spines that certainly make your exterior much tougher. The more you concentrate however, the more spiky your limbs seem to become. You notice they tend to catch on things pretty easily, and would certainly be clothing unfriendly. On the plus side though you can also shed the scales at will, allowing them to imply fall from you and reveal perfect smooth skin underneath again. That was pretty neat! So you still had the option of looking pretty much fully human, but if you wanted to armour up so to speak it would probably destroy what you we're wearing in pretty short order, especially so if you had to move around a bunch. And since all fights pretty much involved a lot of movement... yeah. This might not be the only time you'd be finding yourself spontaneously naked.

Moving on from that, you spend a bit of time cooking the troll heart and a few bits of torn off muscle as you let your body process the wild amount of cum still inside of you, letting your belly shrink a bit over time. The troll meat when cooked tastes okay enough you find, certainly not outright disgusting by any means, but you do find it's very sinewy, chewy, and extra gamey in general. It's alright, but certainly no steak or pork. Once you get your fill though you decide to try and talk to Orby and get a bead on somewhere to go. He doesn't reply, choosing to be aloof again it seem, however the request seems to trigger a voice command in your shrunken tablet. It suddenly projects a map in front of you from it's spot acting as a clip in your hair, a sudden pink getting your attention. You zoom in a bit and it seems to be a village that was relatively near by. Maybe five kilometers or so from your current position. It seemed to be bushwhacking the entire way, but your new and improved body would likely have little trouble. Of course though you were still a little off balanced from all the cum stuffed into your womb, so maybe a slightly more casual pace was warranted.

[porne]

My early experimentation with stone armor is somewhat fruitful, I decide to leave it in a permanent armor configuration unless I actually, you know, run across some viable armor. I vaguely recall gators or similar using their scales as resource reservoirs from a few half drunk nature documentary sessions. Probably best to settle on a specific set, but I can work with it later to find a good 'default' condition and work on a few alterations from there. Thick armored plates across the knuckles and running up my arms, giving me a fancy scaled gauntlets and grieves as well as fully armored back is nice. As I walk, I focus on stretching, looking to create a good mix of floating plates in my skin but still flexible, but no matter what I try, I can't get any thick plates across my chest or stomach to work, just the same subdermal stuff I've already got. It almost looks like I've gone for a thigh high and bicep high socks thing, and with my bit of exposed neck armor, a choker. Fucking hell, I look like a damn body building wet dream, and the disturbingly smooth skin with absolutely zero vascularity makes me look airbrushed.

While the troll is... less than great, it's both incredibly fresh, unlike proper red meat and edible enough for my taste. I set some to slow cook even while I'm not paying attention, so it'll be properly jerked for any traveling. Not that I have much in the way of baggage. Hm, inventory maybe? If not, well, I've got all this troll hide I can cut loose and try to turn into a bag, hopefully with a few of Orby's instructions. I try to eyeball the distance with bush craft in mind, hoping I can get there tonight before it gets too dark. Hopefully, they're not too upset about random naked people wandering out of the jungle. Of course, random naked hot women wandering around is generally a positive in most guards books, so who knows? Thinking on it a bit, I'm no where near too important to suck somebody off for entrance into a town. Hm, probably shouldn't mention the super strength, as sharp cramp in the jaw might wind up taking a dudes dick off. At the current rate, my stomach should be properly flattened out by the time I arrive, so there's no time like the present if I've still got the energy I need.

[jondude]

As you experiment with your new abilities you can't help but marvel at the ease in which you can do these things. Or at least, you sort of can. You find bringing forth the stone skin like armour to not be hard at all, however it seems determined to only cover your limbs. Granted you just learned it though, so maybe it'll take a bit of time? You suppose you could just keep practising when you can, summoning the stony armour and shedding it. It may involve eating a fair bit more rocks though, and while they surprisingly didn't taste bad they were still gritty and weird to eat and really bland in general. Hopefully other types of rocks taste better.

Anyway, you marvel at your body a bit more as you decide to look at your map, looking at the spot that Orby had presumably pinned for you and panning around to get a general lay of the land you were in. As you do so you eat some roast troll meat, which naturally is leathery and tough. It's hard to chew and quite durable, but your teeth make short work of it all the same. Had you been in your original body though trying to eat meat like this would probably make your jaw sore! You set aside some strips for smoking, making a little stick rack that'll do a decent enough job for that, then let that do it's thing while you wait for your body to absorb all the spunk still stuffed inside you. It was pretty early in the day anyway, so you could sacrifice some hours for that while you play around on your tablet.

A few hours pass without issue, your gravid looking stomach steadily shrinking, You go from looking 11 months pregnant looking with triplets to a softer swell of around the three month mark. Nothing wrong with that! However, after another hour passes you get slightly alarmed when your stomach starts to grow again, making you look about 4 months pregnant! It doesn't take long for you to figure out that all this comparing to pregnancy was more accurate then you initially realized, as you feel a sudden small kick inside of you. You were actually pregnant!

You not to think about that to hard, given that yesterday you were till very much a male. You distract yourself by making a simple troll hide satchel for your smoked troll meat. Unfortunately Orby wasn't really helpful there, the mysterious ring entity ignoring your questions recently, much to your annoyance. As you finish up with the simple bag though you wonder if maybe you should get a move on to that village, or perhaps jut stay put until you were... due. The weather was nice here after all, and you hadn't checked that troll's cave yet. Then again maybe giving birth would be better done in some form of civilization? What a conundrum.

[porne]

I'm definitely going to have experiment with different rocks. And probably ores and crystals as well. Hopefully, they taste better. The troll heart is better, but not by a lot. With some effort, I manage to set up a troll barbecue and work my through as much of his muscle tissue as I can. I occasionally look down as I eat, checking my bloated stomach to see if shrinks. Noting that it most distinctly stops shrinking, I can only conclude that I haven't changed the troll population. I grunt when the little bastard kicks me from the inside, and I debate threatening it as I continue to eat its father. I theoretically knew I could wind up pregnant, but this is not quite what I was expecting, I didn't even get to have an orgy with a bunch of elf babes or anything!

I debate heading toward civilization, as I recall that human births are best accomplished with a medical team, although I'm very clearly not human any more, not that I'll miss all the back aches. Considering the vast improvements in other areas, I'm betting that giving birth is also significantly easier, and a quick check with Orby confirms that. With my current rate, I should be done within the day at least, as it definitely looks like I'm at least a third of the way there. Well, assuming the little monster is the same size as a human child when they pop out. And assuming my knowledge of human child size is accurate. I'm more willing to do experiments with the pitching side than the catching side, but I'll have to try and see if there's anything else to do.

Having finished making a meal of my first baby daddy, I decide to investigate the troll cave. Well... I stop to sniff the entrance to see if there's any more. I do not want to get stuck with another of the bastards trying to add to their population.

[jondude]

Rolls

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Encounter: 17
Loot: 14

While you were always a pragmatic person you sort of surprise yourself how well your taking the fact that you were pregnant, and already so quickly after getting your new body. Granted mind you, Orby had explained that part of the tasks he had in mind for you beyond protecting less developed races and being a bit of balancing force was was helping those same trodden races help get their numbers up. A lot of that would come from come from giving these people some degree of safety from their looming oppressors... but some of it was bound to come from you directly. Shame the first thing was a damn troll though...

Well whatever, you won in the end you suppose. You eat whatever of the troll you feel like and decide to check out the troll cave, your thoughts on your pregnancy but simply the more mundane aspects of it rather then emotional ones. You sniff the cave and find... its quite rank with the smell of troll, which thankfully didn't smell like pure shit or anything, the things seemingly smart enough to go to bathroom out in the woods somewhere. Still, hardly the nicest smell. Like a cross between fresh dirt and a wet dog... but like a short haired wet dog, so there wasn't quite as much fur to catch the smelly smells. More importantly you don't really hear anything, so you decide to quest inside a little.

Luckily while it is a pretty large cave as questionably "natural" caves go, able to allow even your new and improved form to stand up and have to jump to hot the roof, it's not all that deep. It maybe goes for about 60 feet with an ever so slight winding motion into the rock just by the water fall, a small creek flowing along one edge and back into the mountain where it drains into a pool that likely has a bunch of cracks and smaller tunnels that go deeper into the earth. It's got some lived in characteristics though, most notably a pile of pine branches that seem to have been changed somewhat recently; a sleeping spot, behind that are a few piles of bones, and to the right of that is actually a scattered pile of equipment surprisingly. It's all quite medieval and half hazard, some it taken from previous victims no doubt. There is appears to be some iron chain mail and a few sets of leather pants or simple cloth shorts, all too small to fit you sadly, but you suppose you can try eating some of armour.

Better yet though is a simple iron sword. It's hardly anything overly fancy, but picking it up reveals it seems quite well built despite it's worn condition. A simple leather wrapped handle, iron and leather cross guard, and a two edged blade that was maybe a little less then three feet long. There are some spots of rust on it, but not that much. Maybe a relatively new addition to cave. You give it a few test swings and find it simple to use, your slashes making a satisfying high speed whoosh as you use your new incredible strength. If you had this at your earlier fist you probably could've skewed that troll through the heart rather then go through the effort of ripping a hole in his chest bare handed. Nicking at the edge you find it's okay, but could certainly use a a few minutes at a grindstone.

[porne]

I'm in a bit of a 'focused on survival' mood, especially after being attacked, even though it doesn't seem like I would have gotten killed. I'll probably have a breakdown once I get somewhere safe about getting raped and impregnated, but it's better than killed and eaten. Or maybe Orby is fucking with my brain. Regardless, I've got shit to do in front of me before I'm safe enough to care about the little monster growing inside of me. Hell, at the rate I'm going, I'll probably be done before I get anywhere safe and I can just not think about it... ever again.

But... there's possible loot to investigate, and I will not be leaving loot behind, the bastard planted a child in me and mamma deserves some child support even if I'm probably going to leave the little monster to fend for itself. While unpleasant, the smell of the cave has almost no effect on me otherwise. Looks like my emotional responses have been tweaked as well, I bet I could bloodhound if I had to, where the human nose is tuned almost entirely toward poison and food analysis, I've definitely got some tracking options. Beastly or not, the smell of old unprotected iron greets me when I get to the back of the cave. I'm a bit snooty about it, it smells... subtly wrong compared to what I would expect. Perhaps my scent memories are pulling up what I would expect for steel? Am I now sorting metals based on their alloy elements? There's probably something there to investigate later.

Picking up the crummy mail, I look it over before I try to take a bite carefully. The leather pants, leather not being known for its stretchiness, gets looked over for holes, to see if any could be converted to alternate clothes or bags of some kind. A backpack would look weird with leather pants for straps, but it would be better than trying to drag shit around myself and tying up my now lethal hands. The sword is satisfying, but looking at it and my thickly armor plated fingers, I press my fingers together as tightly as possible along the edge, trying to see if I can mimic a knife sharpener to any degree. The simple wooden cloth, I do test for stretchiness as well, even if I wind up having to yoga pants it for a while, it's better than nothing. Out of curiosity, I look at my thighs and do a squat, trying to judge... yeah, there's a lot of expansion there. Pants are going to have to be very stretchy or very loose, tight pants would simply explode the first time I seriously flexed in them.

Having finished my looting, I feel a strong... kick from my belly indicating that this might be the end of the pregnancy, even if I'm stumbling at the strange sensation. It's... intense, and once I get my loot back to my impromptu campsite, I head back to the river, before I sink into it, my hands moving to my swelling stomach, hands tracing nonsensical patterns as I just... feel the life inside of me growing. I'm massive at this point, well past where a human woman would be ready to pop, this little monster most be thirty pounds at least! Still, I close my eyes, just flowing along as meditating on how it feels to be a fertile field with a baby swelling inside of me.

[jondude]

Poking around the cave you begin to sift your new loot around and so some experiments. The iron chainmail is... well it's similar experience to the rocks really. It tastes like you sort of expect iron to taste like, which probably isn't as good as steel but you're not sure if it would really taste any better. That being said though it doesn't really taste all that bad either. Manageable enough you'd say. You've definitely had real food that you've liked less. The weirdest thing to get over though is the texture and softness to it. You easily crunch up to the iron links of the chainmail, the rings flattening briefly and then snapping much like... candy canes or something. It feels so strange to be able to easily eat it the way you are, but you manage to get a few mouthfuls down and try a little experiment after a few minutes to form a more iron like plate on your arm by your wrist. To your delight all it takes a little focus and sure enough, you have a small patch of shiny iron scales there. You rub a claw on it, happy to see that putting some pressure on it makes some spark. A decent fire starter! Or at least it would've been had you not just learned a fire spell a couple hours ago.

As for the pants and shorts... well there is no way your fitting in them, but the leather pants you could probably make into a crude satchel at the very least. You didn't have much in the way of ties or thread, but you could tie the leg together and then twist them so whatever you put in the pant legs didn't fall out of the waist hole. Or if you were really clever you could tear up the cloth shorts and use your claws to poke some holes in the leather pants below the waist line and use the cloth scraps to tie the waist hole shut. Best you could realistically do probably. But honestly since the only thing you had to carry was smoked troll meat and a sword... that would probably do the job just fine.

Speaking of the sword you try to use your fingers to sharpen it a little, and to your mild surprise you actually spot a few sparks as you pinch the edge and run your fingers along side it, cleaner looking iron revealing itself underneath. It will probably take some effort and concentration to get good at sharpening things this way, and while it probably would never beat a proper grinding wheel, it would could certainly give some degree edge to an old weathered blade such as this. At your current experience with this you could at the very least take the bits of rust off the edge!

Barely do you gather up your stuff though then you feel a sudden stiff kick within your belly. It seems the time has come already! You job back to your camp area outside where the troll meat was still smoking and jump your stuff there, then quickly head back to the river. Perhaps you were just flush, but as you slide into the water you can't help but think the temperature is just perfect. Of course during the whole process the troll inside your womb is getting impatient with his kicking making it hard to truly appreciate. Thankfully however it seems as you gently rub your gravid stomach the baby seems to calm, his squirming lessening as you get comfortable and try to meditate your way through this.

It surprisingly works! A calmness comes over you, your breathing deepening as you rub your massive round belly. While there is anxiety and apprehension, there is no pain or fear. It seemed like your new body was putting you into a specially designed birthing mode or something. An obvious intentional effect from Orby transforming you it seems. A fact both welcoming and disconcerting... but you suppose you did agree to this to some degree. What was done was done.

When you close your eyes the first contraction hits, and while the sensation catches you off guard your breathing barely even hitches, your lungs breathing deep and full as waves of alien pleasure rush over you. Within your womb you feel the troll baby move around, seeming orienting himself for exit as your inner gate opens to let him begin the process of exiting your love tunnel. Instinctively you spread your legs in the water and lean back, wrapping your arms around two large rocks as you begin to rhythmically push. Barely five minutes go by though before you finally feel your vagina begin to stretch, the troll making his way out. The pressure is intense, but for every inch your new child slides free comes wave of euphoric pleasure. More then once throughout the process you'd come to an intense orgasm, moaning loud into the sky as you shuddered and quaked in the river water. Another ten minutes and the baby starts to crown, but at this point your so drunk on pleasure that you don't seem to consciously realize it, your eyes a little glassy as your first children of many begins to be born.

The baby certainly feels as big as he is heavy though! It's probably good the somewhat wavy surface of the river sort of hides the specifics of what going on down below from your eyes, blurring it significantly whenever you manage to but together enough brain bytes and look down before the ecstasy of birth overwhelms you again. Your eyes might not have believed what they were seeing! Another twenty minutes of effort though sees another intense orgasm as the troll torso grinds along your love button briefly, giving you one last orgasm so intense that you... sort of mentally pass out for a minute, though not physically. Still leaned back against the rocks you just breathe deeply, your large tits jiggling delightfully on your chest with each breath, your pink nipples stiff and poking up in the air. By the time you sort of mentally reboot, you look down and notice your stomach is flat and trim again, though you're exhausted at the the moment... where did the baby go?

No sooner do you think it does the water right in front of explode upward, a small reddish coloured creature jumping from the water toward you. It's clearly your troll child, its furred portions seeming to take after your red hair, the bastard was definitely as big as he felt as he was already two and half feet tall! In your tired and exposed state he jumps you, wrapping his long arms around you like the mini monkey he was, his three eyes open and shining with a keen intelligence that already seemed a little better then his father's. A second later and a large mouth is pressed over your right tit, suction quickly applied to the captured nipple where he greedily begins to suckle your milk. Shocked and tired, you don't resist, still a little overwhelmed with the suddenness of it all.

You spend the next ten minutes or so watching your troll child feed from you, the baby getting bigger and stronger by the minute as you watch him like one might watch a horrific car crash, unable to look away. Once he drains your right breast he switches to the left, getting a brief gasp from you as sucks even harder on that one with stronger muscles now. More curious still though was one of his arms goes to recently vacated boob, beginning to fondle it. Once he drains the left one he tries the right again, trying to drink whatever may have been filled in the brief minutes he was off it and not getting much, but he tries determinedly anyway, his other hand soon running down your side and grabbing at your ass. Much to your continued shock though when you feel a sudden warm appendage on your abs it doesn't take long for you to put two and two together, an sudden pinch to your right nipple seeming to finish your reboot with a softer less intense orgasm, but one with enough intensity to remind you that you had recovered a good deal of strength and cognitive function. Your troll child was still small, smaller then you for certain, but nearly twice his height at four feet tall, and apparently fully functional already! It might be best to toss this cheeky little bastard off you before you end up right where you started!

[porne]

With some serious struggle, I manage to keep focus as more and more of my bodies energy is diverted toward my massively swelling womb. By the time I feel the first kick, I have to slip my hands under my gravid belly and lean back, the heavy child seeming to have displaced the monstrous load of cum it's father had deposited in my apparently incredibly fertile womb. A brief bit of hindsight indicates I probably should have expected this, my new cock only able to cover half the equation if I'm supposed to be altering the local genetic diversity levels. Am I going to need to be prepared to have a baby every time I get in a fight and don't win decisively?

My brain is soon so flooded with happy hormones, I'm sinking into a pond with my pillowy tits churning with magic as they double in weight with milk as internal pressure mounts before the monster growing inside of me decides it wants to see the world. The euphoria is almost sexual, and the brief thought of masturbating flickers through my mind before the logistical issues of reaching past my bloated and squirming belly force me to give up on that, the strange birth euphoria smacking me upside the head once more.

Brief thoughts about how I've always heard this is supposed to be insanely painful don't last as the massive child, thicker than my thigh and the cock that planted it in me stretches me out impossibly wide. Instead of my pussy clamping down, my back arcs in raw pleasure as I manage to lift my gravid belly out of the water before a massive contractions sees my belly shrink as part of my child is forced down my love canal and into the world. I'm reduced to a gibbering mess as my first child sucks me from the inside out, leaving me in a haze.

It takes time for me to come to. Without the insane pregnancy hormones or adrenalin, I'm near helpless as my child, my boy apparently, latches on to my swollen tits and drains them as fast as he can. Literally hours ago, he was a wad of cum his father planted in me as I tore out his heart, the raw protein used to make the milk he's guzzling down likely his competition to see me fully fertilized, even as it seems he plans to repeat something similar and return all of his would be siblings to my womb with his own twist.

It crashes on me then, the child I've just birthed seeking to make me carry my own grandchildren within a matter of hours of losing my virginity. With a near panicked feeling, I shove him away with both hands before these strange new instincts see me turned into a broodmares for my first son. No! I'll be the one moving from town to town leaving overflowing maternity wards! I let out a growl at the horny little bastard, hoping he takes the hint. If he got pushy enough, I don't know if I could keep him from pushing me down and drawing my tits and filling my womb again.

[jondude]

Knocked for a loop you are little more then a gibbering wreck while your troll son helps himself to your milk, your mind thinking in loopy patterns as the pleasures of getting your nipples suckled on mixed with the odd lingering satisfaction after having given birth. You even let out a half choked laugh as you take in absurdity of it all. Your troll son was milk made from the processed spunk of his father, spunk that was his competition in your womb. Now he would take that milk, turn it into baby batter again, and give all his could've been brothers and sisters a second chance at life after he gets big enough to fuck you proper.

Wait a second... that was really fucked up!

That thought combined with the feeling your own off spring's shaft rubbing along your flat stomach is enough to break you out of your pleasure drunk stupor. With a sudden well you grip the juvenile troll and shove him off you, the creature squawking in anger and surprise as the nipple it had been sucking on is pulled from his mouth. Unwilling to become a broodmare for your own child you put the full force of your strength into it, and watch with some satisfaction as you toss the horny little bastard far. He's launched from the water, and launched a good near fifty feet as you basically toss him to the opposite bank where he makes a sizable splash. He thrashes to the surface, quickly pulling himself to the shore, shaking the water off before turning back to stare at you. His glare is... alien, his three pitch black eyes examining you intently for a moment before he rears up on his hind legs and bangs his fists against his chest like a gorilla, his sizable red cock hard and angry looking as it points right at you. Rather then charge or anything though he simply huffs then turns to scamper into the trees, quickly disappearing from sight.

Adrenaline pumping you examine the area he disappeared to for a couple of moments before sitting back into the water again, trying to get your panic under control. Everything was fine, who had scared him off... maybe after a few more moments to get your bearings back it might be prudent to head out to that nearby village. It was a little after noon right now after all, and the thought of spending the night here without anything to watch your ass... well it was little uncomfortable top say the least.

[porne]

The weird feeling of knowing my breasts are being used exactly what they were designed for, feeding my young keeps my mind occupied and floating on a cloud of endorphins as my mind eventually hits on a loop of how I'm about to get bred once more... before my stubborn side kicks that feeling on its head. Throwing the bastard that would be the father of my children and grand children, I feel new muscles flare, both the newly powerful ones of my biceps, and tiny ones attached to the numerous stone plates in my arms, flaring them out like fur on a cat, before my claws fully extend and I let out a growling hiss as the little shit tries to challenge me for dominance.

Hissing and snarling, something my newly tweaked face is very good at, doesn't disrupt my ability to speak, now completely handled by something in my upper chest. "Your father was full grown when he put you in me, and I still killed and ate him. You fuck off or his line ends with you!" I feel rumble out, snarls and clicking hisses still echoing. I feel venom start dripping from my fangs and claws before aggressive shit huffs and turns around to run off. I'm tempted to say some stupid one liner about growing up sassy, but my hackles are still up, and they're big and spikey now, so I'm struggling to keep myself under control.

I try to pull myself back together. Still drenched in fresh water, I'm about as clean as I can get as I climb out, grabbing up my troll sack of possibly valuable items and heading for the village at a mild jog. I get to explore some of my newer anatomy, as when I plan to jog the whole way, my feet shift up onto my toes and I feel tendons and stuff shift, so I'm walking like a damned chicken. I'd hesitate but my new posture eats ground like nobodies business.

[jondude]

You can't help but breath out a slight sigh of relief as you see your... son scamper off into the woods, clearly not chancing a tango with you. When he's gone though you sink back into the water, stewing in your thoughts for a bit as you can't help but think how... messed up that whole encounter was. When you agreed to have your body changed to be better... well you were not quite expecting to go through what you just did to say the least. Eventually though you manage to put yourself together, deciding to focus on objectives for now. You were useful to nobody, least of all yourself, by wallowing in self pity. This new body was still awesome after all, and while there was certainly going to be some growing pains to some extent, you'd just have to try and flex with the situations you found yourself in and be pragmatic about it, for survivals sake if nothing else.

With those thoughts you get out of the water and gather up your things, holding the troll sack in one hand and the sword in the other, you head out toward the village that was indicated on your map. You have to reference your tablet a few times to get updated directions, but mercifully the terrain wasn't too difficult to navigate the the largest obstacle you have to cross is a short ravine with a creek running through, maybe 10 feet and another 10 feet across, with your new body you don't even need a running start to hop across, and then continue on with a rather decent nature walk.

It only takes you about an hour to make it through the woods towards the village. When you get there you manage to come at it from a modest hill that gives you a decent a view. It was a small thing, around hundred buildings between homes and barns and stuff. Decently spread out, but the buildings weren't overly large, at least the houses anyway. There are a few exceptions, such as what might be a tavern or inn, a town hall, and maybe a few more well off townspeople. Everything is made of wood, generally log cabins, but some seemed to have sawn timbers and seem a little more professionally made. Signs of a slowly growing an prosperous town to be sure. You'd guess anywhere between maybe 400 and 800 people as far as population goes.

Looking a little closer you see the inhabitants are quite human like. However they have dark gray skin accentuated by curious white strips that are almost like tiger stripes along their limbs, the sides of their torso's, and cheeks. Where you're at watch as a few woman, who appear to wearing a simple cloth toga piece as a garments, go through a rather large garden like field at the edge of the town harvesting crops in small numbers. It's more like a large backyard garden then a true crop field though, like something early American settlers would have to feed themselves as opposed to their cash crops. Not to far off you see what appears to be a slightly older man, fit and wearing only simple leather pants, leaning against a fence as he overlooks a herd of what look like extra chubby goats grazing in the next field over. More interesting however is that you start to spot watch towers scattered along the villages edge, in each appears to be a single man or women armed with a bow of some manner, watching the edges of the town for trouble. Maybe they had a troll issue? Maybe one you took care of? Possible, but not for certain. All in all though it seems like a nice little village hamlet so far.

Looking around a little more you eventually spot what appears to be road off your left. If you wanted you could try to head that way and enter via the road, or you could try approaching the folks you see directly.