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Luz stared down at Emperor Belos as he writhed in the boiling rain, as cold and impassive as the stone he’d once tried to turn her into.
The witch hunter flinched as burning drops pattered over his skin. “Don't - don't you want to make peace, Luz?”
Luz felt nothing but disappointment. She had given him more chances than he deserved. She always helped people, even when it ended up hurting her. Like when she had taught Philip the Light Glyph, and he had used her kindness only for destruction. Here she was, giving him another chance, and he had immediately thrown it away by trying to pander to her good nature in order to escape justice.
The witch hunter dissolved into sickening goop, reaching out one feeble arm, even as rotting slime sloughed off his bare bones. “We’re human! We’re better than this!”
Searing raindrops sparkled into nothingness as they hit Luz’s skin (fur?), not harming her in the slightest. She gave Belos nothing. Not rage, or pity, or even satisfaction. However badly she wanted to help him, she couldn’t save someone who didn’t want salvation. His dire condition was his own fault, not hers, and she saw him for what he truly was.
The rain wasn’t her doing. She had cast no spell circle. The Boiling Isles himself was wiping away the final stain on its Titanic corpse.
Luz stepped back, sensing her Witch family coming up behind her. Eda leaned down close to Belos’ skull-like face, protected from the rain by a leaf umbrella. “Well, we ain’t!”
Luz looked away reluctantly as Eda, King, and Raine raised their feet, and as one, stomped on the dying witch hunter’s body. Brittle bones snapped like twigs, stinking ooze splattering as the last of Belos’ form gave out and he collapsed into a putrid puddle.
Eda reached back and grabbed Luz’s shoulder, and Luz was startled to see that her Witch mom was shorter than her. For all her eighteen years of life, Luz had never been above average height, and Eda was over six feet tall. But she was a Titan now, and that meant she towered over her mentor by at least two feet.
And Luz allowed herself a little smile as the heap of slime slumped for the final time, never to rise again. The cancer that had infected the Boiling Isles was finally excised. The boiling rain slowly stopped and the clouds blew away, letting a ray of sunlight through to illuminate her.
Luz handed Stringbean’s staff to Raine before spinning a purple spell circle. “Stand back,” she said, watching from the corner of her eye as Eda and Raine walked backward in unison, trailed a moment later by King. “I’m going to burn it.”
She completed her spell circle, a Fire Glyph six feet wide glowing on the ground around the Belos-puddle. A hot, yellow flame burst into existence, and Luz poured more magic into it as the rotten slime started to evaporate. She wanted to destroy every squick of the emperor, down to the last molecule. The fire raised up the colour spectrum to blue, then purple, and finally white. Maybe it was just her Titanic connection to the Boiling Isles, but she swore she could feel the remnant chemical compounds falling apart, atoms ionising and scattering on the wind.
Luz’s bony fist snapped shut, and the fire winked out, leaving nothing but a scorch mark. She turned around to see the grass was steaming for fifty feet around, and Eda and Raine were hidden behind an Ice Glyph wall.
Luz spun around to face the Boiling Sea once more. She spread her arms and stretched, sighing in satisfaction. It was over. Belos would terrorise the Boiling Isles no more. She even saw a footgull (seagull with a foot for a head) flying past and decided that it was a symbol of things to come. Life was returning to the Boiling Isles after Belos’ mould had nearly claimed it all.
The Glyph symbol on Luz’s chest glowed gold, and she gasped. The Titan’s power must have been used up and he was going to leave her and pass on to the afterlife now. Planting her feet firmly, she stuck out her chest, letting it go on its own terms.
She would never be like this again. She would never be as tall as the clouds and as old as the sea and as strong as the Titan himself. She’d been given this gift for a while, and now she had to give it back.
A fiery shape burst from the glowing symbol, coalescing into the translucent shape of the Titan, hovering in midair off the cliff edge. Luz noticed the waves had stopped moving, and the footgull was frozen in midair. It was as though time had stopped completely.
“Thank you, Luz,” said the Titan, nodding his head.
“Oh, uh, you’re welcome!” Luz responded, still not sure how to address a deity. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“My children are safe, and all of my creations too,” said the Titan. He held out his hand, showing a hologram of King and several Boiling Isles species.
“Yup, uh, all safe!” Luz said nervously. Then, she realised what he had said. “Wait, children? As in, plural?”
The Titan chuckled, a sound like distant thunder. “Yes. King is the only one who’s hatched yet, but I hid hundreds of eggs around myself when I fell. There remain five undamaged.”
The hologram in his palm switched to showing five nursery rooms made of stone, attended by boomerang-headed Abominations like King’s servant Jean-Luc. Each room had a large egg in the middle, surrounded by broken shells and nest materials. There were other eggs too, but they were cracked or rotten, long-dried stains of slime oozing from their dead shells.
“Whoa, baby Titans!” Luz said, looking adoringly at the eggs.
“They will hatch soon,” said the Titan. “Whenever they feel ready. Hundreds of millions of years of growth, nearly at an end.”
Luz looked up at him. “You said they're all hidden, right? Where? We can find them before they hatch and bring them here to live with me and King and Eda!” she exclaimed.
The Titan looked down at his hands, and Luz’s eyes widened when she saw they were becoming transparent. “No time for that,” said the Titan. “I will fade before I tell you each location and how to bypass the traps and false leads.”
“Wait, is there a map to the Titan eggs or something? How can I keep them safe if I don't know where they are?” asked Luz.
“I will … bring them … to you,” said the Titan, his voice growing weaker. His body was becoming transparent, the sunlight on the other side shining through.
“Yeah, bring them to me!” exclaimed Luz. “I'll take good care of them, I promise!”
The Titan nodded, then frowned. “Hmm. Your kind doesn't lay eggs. No matter,” he said, waving one clawed hand in a spell circle.
“Huh?” asked Luz, but the Titan ignored her.
“Farewell, Luz Noceda,” said the Titan, spreading his wings wide. He was so transparent that he was barely visible now, and his voice sounded like it was coming up from the bottom of a well. “And thank you.”
The Titan’s indistinct form burst into flame, revealing a winged, horned body ascending into the air. It burst in the sunlight, showering Luz with magical sparkles and making flowers bloom around her feet.
Luz looked around, but she didn’t see any Titan eggs. Her surroundings were still frozen in time. Had the Titan died before he could bring them here?
And then she felt the slightest pressure in her abdomen.
Luz absentmindedly rubbed her belly as she kept looking around, walking back toward the Ice Glyph wall that Eda, King, and Raine were hiding behind. She felt sharp claws press against her fur, and looked down to see her very Titanic hand, bone fingers and all. Her body was still covered in black fur - she hadn’t lost her Titan form at all. Maybe it was permanent? She didn’t mind. If looking awesome and getting magic powers was the price to pay for saving the Boiling Isles and her loved ones, she would happily accept that.
Luz’s stomach churned, and she frowned. It felt like she’d just chugged a bottle of milk, but … not quite? It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. More of a stretching sensation, if anything.
Time was still frozen as Luz tapped on Eda’s shoulder. “Eda, can you hear me?”
Her Witch mom just kept staring straight ahead, which wasn’t unexpected. Luz waved her hand in front of Eda’s face, to no effect. She did get a good look at her own arm though, which seemed just like her normal arm, only larger and covered in black fur. Looking down at her torso, she noticed that the glowing glyph on her chest was gone - and that her breasts were much bigger than they used to be, but they were still proportional to her Titan-size body. Measuring herself against Eda’s time-stopped form, she estimated she was about eight and a half feet tall, not counting the horns she could see reflected in the mirror-smooth facets of the ice wall.
The pressure inside Luz’s belly grew and grew, to the point that it was becoming distracting. Luz looked down, rubbing her hand over her black-furred abdomen. It felt a bit bloated, but with her silky fur covering her skin, she couldn’t really tell if it was sticking out or not.
Maybe she could make her fur vanish somehow? She was still wearing an epic Titan outfit, but she wasn’t sure what was clothing and what was her body. Maybe all of it was her body? King didn’t wear clothes, after all.
Luz focused, imagining her black fur retracting, leaving her normal fawn skin behind. Her body obeyed, revealing a bare abdomen that looked just like her normal Human one, except scaled up in size … and sporting a slight bulge.
Luz poked at it with one bone finger, not sure if it was some kind of Titan body attribute. King was certainly a plump little guy, though that might’ve just been his baby fat. And the Titan had been beyond chubby. But her growing abdomen wasn’t soft and squishy, rather, it was taut and firm.
Even as she touched it, Luz’s belly expanded a bit more under her bone fingertip. And that wasn’t the only weird thing. Her breasts felt strange too, her nipples were almost … sore? No, that wasn’t the right word. They were just really sensitive, poking stiffly into the black furry material of her … Titan clothes? Was she even wearing a top right now?
Luz focused on her black fur retracting again, and suddenly, her breasts were bare. Being a Titan made them grow bigger, but they were still proportional to her enlarged body. Only now, her nipples were very dark brown, standing erect, protruding from slightly-puffed areolae. Her other hand reached up to touch one, and she gasped at the feeling. They were so sensitive, it was turning her on.
Looking down past her boobs, Luz saw her belly was still growing. There was a firm, definite bulge there now, big enough that she could splay her whole hand over it. It almost looked like she was more than a few months … pregnant.
Pregnant? Pregnant!?
Luz dropped to her knees, wetness splooshing in her pussy, soaking whatever Titan leggings she was wearing. Her bony hand caressed her swelling belly as she stared through wide eyes, watching it grow even bigger, blowing up like a balloon. But this was no balloon - it was firm and heavy, just like pregnancy was supposed to be.
Luz knew that because she had a huge pregnancy kink. She’d had it for her entire life, ever since she’d watched her mom’s sisters, friends, and sisters-in-law get pregnant with their own children. Being around pregnant women always made her feel funny, and it wasn’t until she’d grown older that she realised why.
Luz had never been pregnant herself, since she was only 18 years old. But she’d read all of her mom’s medical textbooks, and also so much pregnancy-themed fanfiction that she was pretty sure she knew what to look out for. Tender breasts, darkened nipples, a taut, swollen belly … it all fit.
As if in acknowledgement of her realisation, her bellybutton suddenly popped out under her palm with a muffled blop sound.
Arousal blasted through Luz’s body, nearly toppling her, but she caught herself at the last moment. On hands and knees, she stared down the length of her torso, between her swelling, hanging breasts, to her rapidly-growing belly. She could clearly see her popped-out bellybutton, and a dark linea negra was starting to form on the smooth fawn skin of her gravid middle.
What had the Titan said? He was going to bring the five baby Titans here, but then there was something about how Luz didn’t lay eggs? Had he teleported them into her womb instead?! She looked nearly full-term pregnant already!
Luz rolled onto her side as her muscles went limp from the intense arousal shooting through her body. Her thickening thighs slapped together wetly, thanks to the desire leaking from between her legs. Even now, she could feel her body changing even more, her hips widening and pushing her side up little by little.
Both of Luz’s clawed hands rubbed over her swelling womb, as though her wide eyes couldn’t take it in fast enough. Her pussy fluttered, the lustful fire in her core blazing into an inferno as she just kept getting bigger and bigger. Her hips bucked instinctually, grinding against nothing. It was something she couldn’t have imagined even in her wettest dreams - getting suddenly pregnant with five babies was beyond her wildest fantasies!
As her growing womb reached the size of being full-term with twins, Luz felt another new sensation in her breasts. White droplets formed at her nipples, and she nearly came on the spot as she realised she was lactating.
With a hand trembling from the erotic fire surging through her nerves, Luz caught a drop on her fingertip and tasted it. Yup, definitely milk. It was sweeter and creamier than cow’s milk, and just brushing her nipple had released a squirt of it, spraying into the red grass.
Luz squirmed, legs kicking at random as her pregnant belly grew even bigger. Suddenly, there was a definite thump from inside - one of the baby Titans was kicking!
“Aaaaaaahn!” Luz moaned, throwing her head back, eyes fluttering shut in near-bliss. Just the knowledge of it - that she was achieving her life’s dream of a high-order multiple pregnancy - was nearly enough to make her cum on the spot.
But only nearly enough. Keeping one hand on her gravid belly, Luz reached up to her lactating breast, which was now six times its original volume. A single squeeze sent creamy milk spraying a few feet out onto the red grass, and her thighs slammed together, hips jerking back and forth as she ground against nothing, desperately horny.
Luz brushed her bone fingertip agasint her nipple, moaning as another squirt of milk jetted out. She gently took it between her fingertips and tugged, gritting her teeth against the intense pleasure, back arching as her pussy twitched with need.
Luz squeezed her nipple a little harder, and then gasped as pain shot through her body. Through teary eyes, she realised she’d pinched her nipple between two segments of her bony finger. Letting out a soft whimper, she released it, feeling a steady trickle of warm milk running down the roundness of her breast. But she couldn’t play with her nipple, her claws and bony joints would slice and pinch it to shreds.
She briefly thought about fingering her aching pussy, and it twitched just from the idea, seeping out even more hot juices onto her inner thighs. But she couldn’t. Not with fingers like this, she would only end up hurting herself.
“Nnnnnnngh!” Luz groaned, biting her lip in pure sexual frustration.
Her entire body was ringing like a bell, practically vibrating with arousal. Her hips were widening, her buttcheeks were plumping up, her breasts were expanding and drizzling milk, and her belly was swelling ever larger. She was caught in the midst of her greatest sexual fantasy, and she couldn’t do anything to make herself cum.
Luz’s hips slammed back and forth, grinding on nothing. She could feel every single droplet of love juice sliding down her engorged, hypersensitive labia lips. Her knees twitched and kicked, her bony toes tearing rents in the grass even as her clawed fingers tore it out in clumps.
And still her belly grew even bigger. Craning her neck, Luz looked between her rapidly-expanding breasts to see that she now looked nearly full-term with quadruplets. Her pregnant belly was huge and spherical, jutting proudly from her abdomen. The feeling of her skin stretching was delightful, and yet she didn’t have a single stretch mark on her. It was probably Titan biology.
And she was unbelievably horny. Never in her entire life had Luz felt such an intense need to cum. Still keeping one hand on her rising pregnant belly, Luz crammed the other between the gap of her womb and thigh, resting the soft heel of her hand against her pubic mound.
“Mmmmmmmh!” she moaned aloud, grinding against her own wrist.
Luz’s hips bucked back and forth, jerking her entire pregnant body around. She mashed her wrist to her pubic mound, sliding it a little lower to press against her clitoral hood. Her breasts and belly heaved with every rapid breath, and the increasing pressure her swelling womb exerted on her insides only made her hornier. The flames of lust in her core were blazing, sending erotic fire through every nerve and hot juices dripping from her quivering snatch.
Luz’s free hand slid over the vast expanse of her gravid womb, drinking in every square inch of taut, smooth skin. She was pregnant. She was pregnant! This was the greatest day of her life!
Luz ground desperately against her wrist as she continued to grow, hearing her hips creak as they rapidly widened. That should’ve forced her thighs apart and made room for her hand between them, but they were thickening at an even faster pace. Her soft, jiggly thighs squeezed her hand, lubricating it with her love juices that had moistened them before.
Barely able to open one eye against such a tide of pleasure, Luz leaned her neck up to look around her heaving breasts. Her belly looked nearly full-term with quintuplets - she was nearly full-grown … if Titan babies were proportionally sized to Human ones.
The thought of it alone sent a lustful avalanche through her rapidly-growing body, nearly catapulting her into orgasm. Hot juices seeped from her twitching cunny, begging for penetration. The heel of her hand mashed against her engorged labia lips, but she couldn’t get to her clit. It was practically throbbing with arousal as her hips jolted back and forth, but she just couldn’t manage to cum.
Luz’s thick thighs slammed together, her back arching, sticking her spherical womb out far in front of her. Her stomach trembled, right on the edge of flipping and throwing her into the most denied orgasm of her entire life. But she couldn’t do it. She needed just one little bit of stimulation, and she couldn’t get it.
Suddenly, her pregnant belly swelled outward just a little more, then stopped. One of the babies kicked, sending a shockwave through the gravid sphere of her womb. It reflected and concentrated straight into the deepest, most intimate part of Luz’s core, finally giving her the sweet release she’d been denied.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahn!” Luz screamed, shooting out a sonic wave that cored a perfectly circular hole through one of the time-frozen clouds overhead. Every nerve in her Titanic body lit up with erotic fire, overloading her brain with bliss as she came harder than ever before.
Luz’s wrist ground into her pubic mound, her other hand squeezed her pregnant underbelly, and her knees flailed. Her breasts jetted milk, even as her pussy gushed, engulfing her bony hand with a tsunami of love juices. Her very full womb bulged and writhed as the five babies inside kicked and squirmed to protest the sudden tightness, doubling and tripling her pleasure. She trembled and shivered, every muscle locked up, eyes and mouth open wide. But her vision was completely silver as her mind flew high and away, riding the wave of orgasm to Cloud 9.
But she eventually came back down, going limp as a boned fish. Little aftershocks wracked her heavily-pregnant body as she lay there, making her twitch and groan. Her gravid womb and milky breasts heaved as she panted to regain her breath, little droplets of milk still dribbling from her dark nipples, residual love juices oozing from her pregnant pussy.
“Hooooooooo god,” Luz moaned once she’d recovered enough air.
Both her hands were on her pregnant belly, caressing it softly. She was sweaty and sticky, and one hand was leaving trails of pussy juice all over her swollen womb, but she didn’t care. She was pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant!
Eventually, Luz’s horny daze faded, and she decided to get up. She rolled onto her back, breath whooshing out as the tremendous weight of her gravid womb compressed her insides. Flinging her arms forward, she tried to sit up … and failed utterly.
It wasn’t an issue of strength. Despite how incredibly stretched-out her abdominal muscles were right now, Luz knew that her Titan strength could handle it. The problem was that she had no idea how to balance her newly-pregnant body. And the inertia of her quintuplet-size womb didn’t help either, defeating all attempts to fling her arms and legs through the air to try and move herself.
That just turned Luz on again. She was so hugely pregnant that she was stuck.
Not really. She just had to push off the ground and she would be fine. But she shouldn’t need to, what was the point of being a Titan if she had to use her Titanic strength just to sit up? She could solve this with magic.
Luz focused, sticking one razor-sharp claw high in the air and tracing out a spell circle. Purple magic glowed, and she tried to remember what Eda had said about using magic like this. She had to concentrate and think of what she wanted.
Unbidden, Luz’s brain decided that what she wanted right now was a nice warm bath to relax in. The completed spell circle glowed, and Luz yelped in surprise as the ground beneath her suddenly dropped down slightly, then filled with warm water that poured out of the spell circle as though it was the mouth of a pipe. Seconds later, she found herself laying on her back in a small, shallow pond, still touching the bottom with her shoulders, buttcheeks, and the backs of her thighs.
Luz sighed and took another look up at her enormous pregnant belly. Spherical and smooth, its taut fawn skin was untouched by stretch marks or bulging veins. In fact, the only things breaking up its round expanse were her dark linea negra and popped-out bellybutton, which was out of view unless she craned her neck.
Laying on her back like this, her huge breasts flopped to the sides, giving her a clear view between them. But if she’d been standing, they would’ve blocked a significant portion of her lower field of view, since they were ten times their original size, heavy and full of milk, soft and somehow still somewhat perky. Her boobs had no stretch marks either, and were capped with dark, slightly-puffed areolae and nipples as big as the end segment of her thumb.
Stretching her legs out to the sides, Luz investigated them too. Her thighs, like her pregnant belly and breasts, were covered in smooth fawn skin, not the short fur of her arms and calves. Each thigh was individually as thick as her pre-pregnancy torso, before she’d become a Titan. And thought it was underwater and she couldn’t see it without distortion, she could feel that her butt had plumped up massively too, its soft cheeks borne on the framework of her hips, which were much wider than her shoulders.
Stretching out her arms and feeling as though she was a little Titan in her own miniature Boiling Sea, Luz closed her eyes and relaxed, letting the warm water wash away all the soreness from her fight with Belos. Soon, she would figure out how to restart time and explain her sudden pregnancy to her friends and family.
But for now, she could lounge on the field of victory and simply revel in the experience of being heavily pregnant. Right now, she was living her greatest dream.
