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Friedrich's resolve had been weakening ever since he set foot on the island. Perfect food, exquisite weather, an endless supply of all his heart's desires, it cut through him like he was butter. If the knight hasn't been so dutiful, he knew he would have faltered a long time ago.
The temptation was strong, but so was his iron will. There was a labyrinth of rooms under the mountain filled with the finest things that life could offer, and countless souls ensnared by the grasp of the damned corruptor Sybar, but Friedrich wouldn't break.
That was what he kept telling himself at least. That he was unbreakable. It was a lie, but it was all he had to console him.
Pushing open a nearby wood door and raising his torch to light the inside, he froze in shock at the sight of his target - Sybar himself. The oversized pleasure-cult leader was far larger than expected in both height and girth, his meaty body accentuated by how tall he must have been. Portly, but obviously muscled too, underneath the smooth pudge of his indulgent lifestyle.
Friedrich had killed men before, and he could do it again.
The room itself was luxurious and comfortable, adorned with various indulgent and comfortable-looking furnishings that made it very hard to look away. His body was tired and his armour was dented, bur Friedrich knew that he couldn't just sit back and rest, not yet. He had to murder this man.
And so, with the quietest steps he could manage, the knight entered. His sword was ready to strike in one hand, and his shield was prepared to protect him from any blows that were sent his way. If necessary, he had the equipment to burn himself - and the entire room - to cinders with a few moments to combine the ingredients in his satchel.
Sybar didn't turn, but his voice carried throughout the room perfectly, stopping Friedrich in his tracks. "I suppose this is it, then. You'll walk in here, kill me, and walk away a hero."
After a moment to make sure that Sybar actually knew he was there, the knight replied with the most authoritative tone that he could muster. "Hundreds of people have vanished on this island."
"No, they're still here." Sybar shifted slightly, scooting his chair around as the base swivelled. It didn't even look like it could have, but he still managed to turn it with a kick of his legs. It was then that Friedrich realised that the other man was completely nude apart from his unusually-decorated hood and the face mask tucked inside it, covering everything but a pair of shining orange-yellow eyes. Seeing Sybar like this in person put an unusually feeling in the middle of his chest, but he tried to shrug it off as his arm prepared to swing.
"Then I'm taking them all back and leaving your bloated corpse to rot here."
Sybar simply shrugged, idly waving one of his hands while sipping a glass of wine that had been resting in the other. "No you won't."
A heavy weight formed in the pit in Friedrich's stomach, and his hands rushed to grab his middle as he grunted in pain. It was like his insides had been set ablaze, then squished apart to make room for a solid lump of stone. His weapons clattered to the floor, but he was in no state to retrieve them.
"What are you doing to me!?" Friedrich couldn't remember being poisoned on the way here, and there was nothing magical about the unusual sensation that he was feeling. It was natural, as bizarre as that seemed, and his body wasn't rejecting it like a normal wound.
"You're a loyal man, knight. Loyal to your family." Sybar's deep voice coated he air like chocolate. "A family you could never continue, being a gay man."
Doubling over to clutch his guts and panting at how swollen he felt, despite his stomach looking as flat as always, Friedrich tried to retort. “What would you know of... of family..."
With a chuckle, the hedonist reclined a little further in his chair. "That you're desperate to carry a child. You want to be the child-bearer to a loving husband. You want to glow with a pregnant aura. Tell me that I'm wrong."
He wasn't wrong. Trying to push the idea out of his mind - and the intrusion out of his body - Friedrich struggled against his armour and tried to relieve some of the pressure. It felt like it was tightening around his middle, threatening to crush him to death before he could release the straps. He wasn't able to process what it felt like correctly: a heavy knot within his body, growing, taking on a strange rounded shape.
Stumbling onto one of the room's ornate chairs, the knight held onto the back, using it to support himself. He could see his weapon, shining and sharp, but there was no way that he could stretch over and reach it now, not like this. Sybar's voice spoke up again, each word drenched in not-so-subtle amusement. "You're going to be a father. Well, for a sort. The child isn't quite real, of course, I'm afraid I'm not a miracle-worker."
"But I don't want to-"
"Don't lie to yourself. Besides, I already knew before you even set foot on this island." After a deep breath, Sybar stood up from his chair, his drink still firmly clasped in his hand. "It's not even completely about the child, is it? You love everything else that comes with it - the rounded warm womb, the extra heft, the way it makes you so sensitive across your chest."
Every effort to get himself properly upright was failing, and Friedrich had to place one hand against the front of his armour as he felt the pressure building. This man shouldn't have known so much about him, about the desires that not even his best friends had ever heard of. Instead of an answer, he gave a weak groan and tried to keep himself stable, feeling his insides start to push themselves around as the weight buried itself deeper. His brain wasn't connecting Sybar's words with what was going on inside him, mostly because he refused to believe that it was true.
Staggering around the chair, Friedrich attempted to use one hand to ease the pain in his abdomen, trying to slip it beneath the plates of his armour and failing miserably. It was like he had begun to bloat outwards, and to this horror, he could almost see a slight curve beneath the metal. He couldn't tell if his brain was imagining it, but he didn't want to find out the hard way.
It took him a second to properly sit down, his mind overwhelmed with a glowing haze that he couldn't quite understand. It was warm and comforting, soothing even, but still underlain with a trace of pain from the way that his body refused to settle. His hands worked on removing the straps of his armour's chest plate, which had grown even tighter than they were just a few moments before.
The heavy footsteps of the pudgy hedonist were drowned out by another groan of pain, and Friedrich slumped down against the cushioned surface, barely managing to unclip even one of the leather bindings. Sybar stood over him, watching hungrily but keeping his arms folded across his chest. "Don't fight it."
"I'll..." he had to cut himself off just to moan in discomfort. "...I'll kill you where you stand."
"Of course you will.” Sybar placed one hand on the knight’s squirming shoulder. “That’s what you’re here for, after all.”
The pressure was become too much to handle, and Friedrich tore at the straps holding the front of his tightening armour together. He was undeniably growing, his chest and abdomen running hot while an unusual tingle kept passing through his body. He felt bigger, clumsier, like he was starting to lose his form to the warmth of whatever Sybar had done to him. It wasn’t just in his gut, either, but across his upper torso too.
Another grunt of pain slipped out as he felt his skin tighten, and he started to pant for breath, turning to look at Sybar’s masked face. “H... Help, get this tight armour off... it’s going to hurt the...!”
His brain realised what he was saying jus after Sybar had already picked up on it.
“Mm? Hurt the baby?” With a little chuckle, Sybar leant down to lock eyes with Friedrich, causing his chubby gut to scrunch up at the narrow angle. “You’re putting this child before yourself? That’s the sign of a good husband and child-bearer, you should be proud.”
“...thank y-“ Shaking off the gaze in his brain, he tried to focus on his duty as a knight, hoping that it could stem the flow of these corrupting thoughts. “... I said, get this armour off me!”
A polite nod was the only acknowledgement that Sybar offered, and he slipped one of his meaty hands into the collar of the knight's breastplate. With a sudden pull, he wrenched the metal plating away from its bindings like it was nothing, the straps snapping away. It tore most of the front of his undersuit off as well, since they hadn't been designed for this kind of removal. His bare chest was exposed to the open air, as well as Sybar's judging eyes.
Friedrich was in such disbelief that he didn't even notice the changes to his body until his eyes drifted downwards, settling on the new lumps and bumps that existed across his middle.
He was undeniably pregnant.
Not only had his swollen stomach finally found space to round out, now that the plating was gone, but his pecs had done the same. No, not pecs, breasts. They weren't the same as a woman's, of course, but the flat and well-maintained body that he was so proud of had gradually become less and less perfect. Instead of his toned chest and thin stomach, he now possessed a pregnancy belly that was easily within the fifth month, if not more - and his tits had followed suit.
Dumbstruck, he wasn't able to formulate a verbal response, and instead produced an assortment of confused sounds while his hands moved to explore the new additions. His stomach - or womb, he wasn't sure how this was working and didn't really want to know - had clearly stretched like it would have naturally, leaving no real flab or fat, just a tight layer of skin.
The healthy tits were the part that he had yet to fully understand. They felt like they had always been there, and his body wasn't confused with them in the slightest. It took the knight a moment to work out why they had grown, but when his brain connected the dots, a red flush plastered itself onto his face.
Still looking down on him, Sybar moved on of his chubby arms to Friedrich's shoulder, giving it a few careful pats. "They're feeling full, aren't they?"
"They're not actually... a-are they?"
Sybar didn't answer, instead reaching down and giving one of Friedrich's new man-breasts a light squeeze. They were definitely full, but as much as his brain hated it, he couldn't deny the feeling that it was creating down between his legs.
Another twang of pain shot through his body as he felt everything start to stretch again, and he watched in horror as the fifth month transitioned into the sixth. It was like looking at dough rising, his skin somehow managing to stretch to accommodate his new assets. Now that he had room to breathe, Friedrich realised just how nice the tingling inside him felt, and his hands were already wandering towards around his exposed body. One of them came to rest against this stomach, massaging the surface and feeling the slight movements from the inside, while the other reached up to get hold of his left tit and gently knead at it.
He was in heaven. Even looking down at his own body, the pregnant glow was obvious, and he felt so good when he was this sensitive. As much as he wanted his brain to stop enjoying this, there was a something primarily satisfying about his current state, and he couldn't deny his body that kind of pleasure. He looked so good like this, ready to carry a child and be the best husband he could possibly be. That, and the fact that his current body was making him diamond-hard, to the point that it had become hard to think due to the mounting stress beneath his codpiece. "I'm really carrying a child..."
"Yes, you are." Sybar withdrew himself slightly, still watching intently. "Of a sort."
"...what?"
"It isn't a real child, that wouldn't be fair. After all, you're not in a position to raise one yet, not here." The huge hedonist carried himself over to a nearby table stacked with all kinds of bottles and snacks, pouring himself a fresh glass of wine that he chose at complete random. "This is no place for a young boy or girl, it's too... adult."
In the moment, all Friedrich wanted was to feel his stomach. There was something in there, he was sure of it. "So you faked it all?"
"No, no, I couldn't just fake a pregnancy. You're pregnant." Sybar took a long swig from his drink, finishing it off through his mask in one go and then planting it back on the table. "Just... pregnant with something special. A little creation of mine. It wriggles like a child, it's dense like a child, but it sticks around longer than a child. About four-thousand years longer."
Something in Friedrich's body squirmed beneath his palm, and it send a shudder of pleasure through him. A small moan escaped his mouth as he allowed his hand to continue its work against one of his tits, acting completely on the whims of his own body. Even now, he could feel himself continuing to grow, the rapid pregnancy getting closer and closer to what would normally be completion.
"Your pregnancy will go on for a long, long time. Of course, if you leave the island, it'll end and you'll be back to normal. But if you stay..." Sybar turned around again, watching with a keen interest while nursing his glass of wine. "...well, we'll have plenty of people to take care of you. You can be the radiant, pampered father to plenty of other men and women, if that takes your fancy. I assume you lean more towards the men, but I'm not always correct."
Friedrich's gut jutted out slightly further, his tits continuing to round out at a rapid pace. They weren't absurdly large, but it would be impossible to call them anything but breasts at this rate, especially with how sensitive they felt. He let his hand work its way up to the nipple, experimentally stroking at the softest spots and shuddering at he felt it cause a chain reaction inside him. His stomach was easily approaching the eighth month of pregnancy already, with no signs of stopping, and he could see occasional bulges as the contents moved around inside him.
Even better, it was all creating a feeling of need inside him. They weren't pregnancy cravings, but sexual ones: now that the idea was in his mind, being pampered by a host of men who would tend to his whims and worship his fertile body had become extremely hard to forget. Even the gentle flow of air in the room was enough to make his taut gut shiver along with the rest of him, proving that he was utterly unable to control the rising heat between his legs.
Sybar's offer was so tempting, being kept in a permanent state of this while his needs were tended to and he was given the treatment that he deserved. He almost wanted to take it up right then and there, but there was a lingering feeling that he was betraying his own morals. "I... I can't, I need to finish my duty here."
"Listen, Friedrich. This island isn't hurting anybody." Sybar stepped over again, letting one of his hands run across the knight's other tit. "They're all here because they're happy being what they wanted to be all along. If you kill me, that all goes away. Even that 'child' in you goes away. Then what happens?"
"Well, I..."
Sybar's hand found its mark, and he began to gently squeeze in just the right spot, forcing Friedrich to arch his spine in pleasure. "Look at how perfect you are like this. Do you really want to give this up just so you can ruin the lives of hundreds of happy people? You'd also lose that wonderful pregnancy glow... it suits you."
Although he tried to respond, Friedrich found himself moaning as he noticed a light stream of milk starting to seep from his new pregnancy tits, warm and smooth in a way that made it undeniably his own. Sybar wasn't pulling some kind of trick, not with the orgasmic sensitivity that was running through his upper half while it happened. Clasping one hand over the hedonists' thick wrist, he stared the masked man straight in the eyes, stifling another moan. "I want to stay. Please let me stay. I... I won't hurt anybody."
The obscene stretch of the womb that he apparently now possessed made it hard to think, and his head was pounding even as he tried to clear it to speak. Realistically, he should have found the experience horrifying, but there was already precum starting to stain the underclothes beneath his armour. It wasn't helped by the fact that he felt twice as sensitive as normal, perhaps three times, with each little twitch of his body sending a fire through his loins.
"I know you won't. But that's not all you want, is it? You're not just after the feeling of something in your womb..."
In the back of Friedrich's brain, something bubbled up to the surface, but it was hard to focus on when he was leaking his badly. So he did have a womb, a prospect that was just serving to get him more and more aroused by the second. A womb meant not only pregnancy, but the possibility for breeding, to be led into a bedroom by a loving husband and fucked until he carried the nine-month responsibility of tending to their child.
His incredibly stiff member struggled against his lower body armour, the only thing keeping his decency intact, as he gave his reply. “You’re offering to fuck me, aren't you?” Each word fell out of his mouth like he had been wanting to say them all his life, reliving an ache in his body that was quickly replaced by an ache down below.
“Only if you agree. You don’t have to say yes.”
Stumbling to his feet and crowding his heavy belly with both hands, Friedrich pressed himself against Sybar’s chunky body, ignoring the little voice of cold logic in his mind. “Fuck... I can’t help myself.”
With a nod and an oddly subdued chuckle, Sybar marched the Knight over to the larger chair, sitting himself down against the angled back. His thick cock was waiting right there, as hard as could be. Friedrich was about to suggest any kind of prep work, but the hedonist beat him to it. “Don’t worry about lubricant. This island makes these things... easier to indulge in desires like this."
If he hadn't been about eight months pregnant and leaking milk from his tits, Friedrich wouldn't have believed him, but it only took another burst of carnal energy shooting through his spine to change his mind. Sybar was a mountain of a man, especially from down here, and the idea of that thick cock sliding into his body while he was in this state almost drove him into a stupor. He had wanted this for so badly - to be a desirable child-bearing father, one whose tender skin made every single touch and stroke eight times more powerful.
It wasn't just that, either. Sybar had made it clear that the child wasn't a real one, but that hadn't stopped his body and mind from reacting in the same way. He couldn't avoid picturing himself preparing to feed them, his body building up a stock of milk overnight and leaving him with a heavy, slightly unbalanced chest that would only get more swollen until the contents could be released with a pair of adoring hands.
He was snapped out of his haze with a little hum from Sybar, who was already well-positioned to show off the goods. His cock was larger than it had first appeared, a bulky mass that clearly suited his proportional size. It was the balls underneath that caught Friedrich's attention, though: nuts easily the size of two regular fists put together, each, quietly sitting here in the open air. Just like Sybar's hedonism-indulgent lifestyle, everything was bigger and better than normal, and the knight's pleasure-overloaded brain wanted nothing more than to bury his face in them. He was starting to lose himself even further, whether it was an effect of the pregnancy or just his own self-restrictions loosening now that he had failed to hold himself to a proper standard.
Deep in his mind, he knew it was neither. He was fucking horny, and now that his fantasy was coming true, he couldn't pass up the chance to experience it.
Friedrich carefully set himself down on his knees, supporting his swollen pregnant gut as he did so, and let the little bumps and bulges fuel the fire inside him even further. His face was thrust against Sybar's nuts faster than his own brain had even made the decision, and he whimpered at how heavy they were against his head, full sacks that were ready to be emptied at a moment's notice.
His cock was similarly impressive up close, a perfectly-formed spear of an organ that seemed far too much for his body to handle. But then again, Sybar had made it pretty obvious that such limitations didn't matter here, and that the fantasy was the more important part.
After a moment to catch his breath, Friedrich ended up turning his tongue towards the base of Sybar's cock, letting it linger on his nuts for a while longer just to indulge in how large they were. He could imagine all of that flowing inside him, filling his womb, turning him into an over-bloated incubator that would be forever stuck like this, basking in the warmth and cravings of an eternal pregnancy.
Muttering curses and other impulsive whines under his breath, the knight gave in to his needs and allowed his mouth to do its work, enjoying the sheer girth of what he was being offered. Almost instantly, Sybar began to make little sounds of his own, his oversized body relaxing in the comfortable seating.
It wasn't long before Friedrich's tongue became old news, and he quickly decided to just go for the goal with his whole mouth. He wasn't even consciously thinking about his movements, allowing Sybar's cock to jam itself in his throat. Even while he gagged on the size, he found himself wanting more, desperate to impress the man who was letting him enjoy his deepest fantasies. Gag reflex or no gag reflex, his head continued to move as fast as it would go, drawing out every carnal sound he could from the bigger man to use as kindling for his own arousal.
The pressure, the heat, the lust, the hedonism, it was all too much, too fast. Friedrich the knight ceased to be as Friedrich the horny, gay, pregnant man of pleasure revealed himself, each movement pushing him further and further away from the training and oaths that had formed the bulk of his older self. He didn't want to stop this, ever, not even as he watched Sybar's chunky arms moving to grab his wine again.
Something in the former knight's stomach burbled as he continued to swell, his insides becoming more and more packed with whatever this 'child' actually was. It set his entire shell into a burning overdrive, every single patch of exposed skin becoming so sensitive that he almost didn't feel real. His cock was hardening to the point that it would probably burst if he even touched it, and the hefty man-tits that sat on top of his child-carrying gut were already starting to generate more milk for the baby that would never come.
The sound of his mouth working over Sybar's shaft filled the room, even as he devolved into muffled begs for more and more and more. He knew that all of this was absurd at a very basic level, but the rest of him didn't care, because he was able to turn off that part of his brain and just wash himself in the raw bliss of what he was doing.
The swelling stopped, but his ecstasy didn't, and Friedrich continued to tumble into a constant cycle of demanding more, even as Sybar's waist shuddered and his groans turned into warnings that he was getting close. Still, he kept going, his eyes watching the chubby man's impossibly full gut going back and forth with each bob of his head like it was a hypnotic pattern.
Sybar came faster than expected, the load coating his mouth until he had to pull away just to breathe. It was a fountain, as if the man hadn't orgasmed before in his life, but that was undoubtedly just another part of the fantasy. It wasn't a fantasy, though, it was real, and Friedrich wanted it to keep going. Before he had even been able to swallow most of the semen in his mouth, he was already lifting himself to clamber up into Sybar's lap, his ass ready to be stretched out and turned into breeding stock.
He had no idea what his brain was even saying, but every word in his thoughts came out hotter than the last. When he felt the large cock slip into him, Sybar's huge nuts brushing against part of his rear, he almost roared in pleasure at how full he felt. The taut and warm pregnancy belly, the milk leaks that were constantly growing more pleasurable, and now the straightforward arousal of having another man inside him. It was so much, but he loved it all.
With his sensitive gut, he had to move gently, but Sybar was surprisingly willing to help with that. There was no extreme, rapid thrusts, just careful but highly-pleasurable movements that made his entire body spark with energy each time he raised up and fell again. It passed in only what felt like seconds, but it could have been an hour, for all he knew.
Each slap of his rear against Sybar's hips drew another carnal sound out from both of them, with Sybar's getting increasingly rushed as he started to bring himself to a climax. Friedrich wasn't so lucky, giving out a sudden curse as he came unexpectedly and managed to land most of his seed on Sybar's bloated stomach. The larger man didn't stop pumping, using his own arms to keep the knight moving until a familiar twitch ran through his chunky body and his throat threw out some garbled sounds of pleasure.
When Sybar came, it was just as much as the first time, and Friedrich could almost feel his body having to stretch to accommodate it all. He was a mess, inside and out, but he felt so good that he was almost numb at the tips of his limbs. A burst of heat shot through him that lingered for multiple minutes - at least, that's what it felt like, to him.
When he was finally able to focus again, he was on the floor in a pool of his own fluids as well as Sybar's own, chilled by the cold but warmed by the protruding gut that he possessed. Everything hurt, but it was the good kind of hurt, the one that came from indulging too much in something you loved.
Sitting there for a while, he looked up at Sybar, who wasn't even remotely exhausted. Friedrich's hands lowered to his gut again, and he felt the bumps within, realising that he was actually keeping this gut.
Friedrich didn't return back to report his findings. Another knight was sent in his place, armed and ready to kill this strange 'Sybar' before they were able to corrupt anybody else. The entire cycle - if it could even be called such a thing - was about to start all over again.