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Noah wasn't happy.
He had no right to feel so dim and glum - his life was going exactly how he wanted it to! He graduated early from college and quickly got a job at a prestigious accounting firm. He worked hard and was promoted twice within his first year at the firm. He was 22 now and had applied for another promotion, but he wasn't excited. Nothing was bringing him joy anymore.
Noah looked at himself in his full-length mirror as he got ready for work. About 5"5, fairly thin, and not very muscular. His skin was tanned, and his hair brown. He was fairly average. Well, except for the two half-moon-shaped scars under his pectorals. He was transgender, but no one at his office knew it. He liked it that way. He'd fought hard to be stealth. His transition was another thing for him to feel proud of… but he just felt empty.
Sighing, Noah donned a white button-up shirt and a pair of grey slacks. He looked well-kept and presentable, even if he felt hollow and oddly lonely. He packed a small lunch and headed out, walking his usual route to work.
He passed through busy downtown streets, window shopping as he went. He saw some delicious-looking foods in cafe windows, some attractive clothes in some stores, and other trinkets lined up to catch the attention of passers-by. None of it called out to him. But as he turned his head to look away, he caught a glimpse of his reflection.
He did a double-take, shaking his head. His reflection was normal, but for a second, it looked like he was…
... Pregnant?
He continued to observe his reflection as if trying to make it change. He could have sworn that for a second - just a second - his reflection showed him with a massively domed stomach, sitting low on his hips.
Noah had never thought of getting pregnant before, but a shiver ran down his spine as he imagined it. Looking at his watch, he realized he needed to get a move on. Pushing the thoughts of pregnancy aside, Noah picked up the pace and rushed into work.
The office building he worked at towered above most others in the busy downtown center. Noah's cubicle, his home away from home, was on the fourteenth floor.
Once he sat at his desk, he noticed a small note on his keyboard. Curiously, Noah picked it up and read it.
"Noah," the handwritten note read. "We need your assistance with a new client. Come to Board Room 6 as soon as you read this note. Keep this under your hat - it has to do with the promotion."
Noah turned the note over, looking for instructions or any indication of who sent it. He shrugged, stuffing the note in his pocket and wandering to Board Room 6. Noah walked over to the boardroom and knocked on the door.
"Come in," Noah heard his boss, Ms. Cameron, say.
He opened the door to see Ms. Cameron, a smiling 40-year-old woman with dark hair and a beautiful figure, sitting across from who he could only guess were the clients.
The two men across the table were dressed in identical suits. The taller of the two had hair cropped so short that Noah could barely make out that it was red. There was an obvious strength to him as he stood ramrod straight, his clothing almost too tight. The shorter of the two, however... He exuded an almost greasy aura. Like a creep, you'd meet at a bar. His hair was dark and slicked back, and when he smiled, he showed all his eerily straight teeth. Both strangers wore sunglasses, but Noah could feel their eyes boring into him. He felt naked in front of them. His mind was flooded by a sea of images at the thought of being nude - his belly with a gentle swell. His legs spread. The urge to push. To pant and scream as he gave birth.
He swallowed, sitting down next to Ms. Cameron and smiling nervously. He tried to ignore the growing warmth between his legs and the fluttering of his cunt.
Why was he getting turned on? And why was he still thinking about being pregnant? It didn't make sense! As he settled into his chair, he fought the urge to squirm and rub his legs together.
"Noah, I presume." The taller of the two men spoke first, his voice rough like sandpaper. Noah nodded sheepishly, blushing. His eyes darted to Ms. Cameron, who seemed amused by Noah's reaction. He quickly averted his eyes, mental images of his reflection flooding back to him. That little glimpse of his body rounded out and so full...
"-- Of life ." The shorter, wider two finished Noah's thought for him. The noise snapped Noah back to the present, and he resisted the urge to stare slack-jawed at the man. How did he know--?
"Are you sure about this one, Ms. Cameron?" The taller man cut off Noah's thoughts. He seemed to regard the young man with doubt and disdain as though he didn't think him worthy.
"Trust me, he's perfect. I should know - I've been watching him since he started here!" She chuckled, and Noah felt himself squirming uneasily. The heat continued to build between his legs, and despite his best efforts, he kept picturing himself pregnant. His imagination expanded on the brief glimpse he caught of himself. Noah imagined himself waddling down the street, the bottom of his belly peeking out from under a too-tight shirt. Strangers coming up to him, asking to feel the baby kick. The unbelievable pressure mounting just behind his--
"Noah," the taller man spoke again. "You haven't been feeling happy lately, have you?"
Noah blinked, his mouth opening and closing uselessly. He hadn't, but he was caught off guard by the strangeness of this experience. He tried to focus and think of an answer, but all that came to him were thoughts of taut bellies, heavy and full of life. He squirmed in his seat, pressing his thighs together to try and escape his growing arousal.
"Tch, no need to answer." The smaller man chuckled, taking off his sunglasses, "We already know you're unhappy. You're looking for your place in this world - your calling… But you haven't found it, have you?"
"… No," Noah said, shocked that the word left his mouth. He looked up from his lap and gasped, seeing the shorter man's eyes for the first time. They were completely black - no pupils, no iris, nothing. Just beautiful dark orbs. "Wh-What--"
"What are we?" The taller man cut Noah off, removing his glasses to show eyes just like his partner. Noah's head whipped around to Ms. Cameron, and she, too, had the same eyes. Even with fear clawing at him, Noah was pinned in place by his growing arousal. He felt himself growing wetter by the second, twitching his hips to grind against his own thighs.
"We're… Friends." Ms. Cameron continued the taller man's thoughts. "We help people get what they want... For a price. I've been watching you since you got here, Noah. I've read your heart's desires before you even knew what they were. We can give you what you want… if…"
Noah swallowed hard, Ms. Cameron's pause hanging in the air. Logically, he knew he should be running away, but… They knew what he wanted. What would make him really and truly happy.
"I-If…?" Noah ventured, his gaze turning back to the two men once more.
"If you help us with a little project we have going. See, there's this whole… War that's coming up." The tall man says with a frustrated groan, hands clasped behind his back. "And we're at quite the disadvantage. We need a powerful being - the one who'll lead us to victory in the last battle."
Noah swallowed hard. For a moment, the taller man's shadow seemed to grow and stretch behind him, terrible horns stretching from the shadow's head. The constant state of arousal Noah was in abated briefly and he stared in horror… until Ms. Cameron reached a hand over and touched Noah's shoulder. With a rush, the sensation of euphoric lust blanketed Noah once more. Without meaning to, he moaned, sinking deeper into his chair.
"Belias," Ms. Cameron said firmly, and the man's shadows seemed to shrink back to normal.
"…But I'm getting ahead of myself," Belias said, more calm now.
"He sure is! The damn thing hasn't been born yet! And that's where you come in." The shorter man (or rather, Demon, as Noah was now realizing) grinned at him.
"You… You want me to…" Noah swallowed, unable to get the words out.
"Give birth to the Antichrist, yes." Ms. Cameron finished his sentence for him.
"And in return, you'll… Show me what I want?" Noah ventured, fighting the fog of arousal.
"HA! Kid, don'tcha get it?" The shorter man barked, leaning back in his chair. "That IS what you want! C'mon, look at you… You were made to get knocked up."
"I don't--" Noah tried to interrupt, but the short man continued.
"Your purpose is to get niiiice and full. To take as many cocks as your tight little hole can handle." Noah began panting, unable to stop his hips from lifting up in little twitching movements. "Yeah, you like that? You wanna be a good little slut, to watch yourself grow, and grow, until--"
"He gets the point, Rosier," Belias grumbled to his apparent partner. But Noah gasped, his thighs trembling. No, he wanted to hear MORE! The realization came crashing on him as he writhed in the chair. Yes… Yes, that was what was missing. He wanted to… No, needed to get knocked up. To see himself swell and grow with life. The concept was like oxygen to him - he needed it to be real. He needed it to survive!
"He definitely gets the point," Ms. Cameron chuckled darkly, and Noah realized he was humping his chair desperately.
"Buh--But--" Noah whined, trying to keep his wits about him. "How do you know I'LL give birth to the Antichrist…? A-And… I'm… A guy so…"
"Calm down, Kiddo. We know you got a cunt." Rosier barked with a laugh. Noah felt his face growing hot - the idea that these men, these… creatures, knew something so intimate about him sent shivers through his body.
"But, to answer your question, we don't know that you'll give birth to the antichrist," Belias said calmly. "Or, rather, we don't know when you will. But we're prepared to keep trying until you do."
That put an ocean of images in Noah's mind. His body, slowly expanding with each passing month… Filled with demon spawn writhing and kicking under his skin. Hours, maybe even days of labour to bring the little creatures into the world, only to do it again. And again. And again. Getting knocked up over and over until the demons got what they wanted--
With a cry, Noah's body shook. He was cumming! He couldn't hold back as his cunt clenched on nothing, squirting into his pants as he imagined himself giving birth over and over and over again. Noah trembled as he came down from his orgasm, looking up at the three demons in the room. Ms. Cameron seemed pleased, Belias uninterested, and Rosier had a hungry look in his eyes. Noah gulped, trying to steady his breathing as Rosier pushed a stack of papers toward him. A contract.
Noah picked it up, gazing at the title "THE BINDING OF BIRTH." He looked back up to the demons. Rosier was holding a pen.
After a long, tense moment, Noah snatched the pen and signed the contract. The three demons beamed at him, and suddenly, Noah felt very small.
"Now the real fun begins…" Rosier chuckled before he and Belias faded into wisps of smoke.
"Why don't you head home for the day," Ms. Cameron said to Noah, getting up from her chair as though nothing happened. Noah, still panting, watched her rise and head for the door. When she turned back to look at him, her eyes were their usual shade of teardrop blue.
"I have a feeling you might have a surprise waiting for you when you get back."
Noah walked home slowly, but inside, he wanted to sprint. What had he done? What kind of contract did he sign? Was any of that even real? As he glanced at the familiar shop windows, the memory of the meeting started to feel more and more like a dream. If it wasn't for the stickiness in his underwear, he might think it had never happened.
Eventually, he got back to his apartment. The barren little place had only three rooms - a combination kitchen and living room, a bathroom, and a bedroom. It wasn't much, but it was home. As Noah took of his shoes, he carefully scanned the apartment. Nothing seemed different, but Ms. Cameron had implied that someone, or something, might be here. He did a sweep of the kitchen and living room, but found nothing. The bathroom was also uninteresting.
But as Noah drew closer to his bedroom, he felt a strange and eerie pull. He felt his body moving and his mind fogged, just like during that meeting. He let himself move, pulled by an unearthly force as he grabbed the knob to his bedroom and pulled the door open.
His room didn't look any different, but it didn't have to. It was filled with a powerful presence, making Noah shiver with fear and delight. Noah moved over to the bed, stripping his shirt off slowly. He did the same with his pants, rolling his hips in a way that he hoped would appease whatever was in the room with him. He left his still-sticky underwear for last, pulling them off his body with trembling hands. He moved slowly, a long, thin strand of precum connecting him to his underwear.
Eventually, all was discarded, leaving him nude in the presence of the unknown.
Noah felt a command entering his mind. Get on the bed, it seemed to say. And so Noah obliged, laying back on the bed and spreading his legs. His cunt quivered as he felt something shift - a weight above him. He felt the mattress depress on either side of his head as though a huge man were above him. Noah closed his eyes, biting his lower lip as he felt the pressure of another body against his. He reached his hands back, holding onto his headboard as the invisible force began to grind against his body. He felt his cunt being spread and realized the entity was pushing its fingers into him. He gasped, feeling the thick digits curl into his body, making him moan and quiver.
When the presence seemed satisfied with Noah's arousal, it withdrew its fingers, leaving Noah's hole empty… but not for long. As soon as its fingers left Noah's body, he was filled with what felt like the biggest, thickest cock he'd ever taken. Immediately, the entity's pace was relentless, drawing mewling cries from Noah's lips. He tried to move his body in time with whatever was fucking him, but he couldn't keep up the pace. He was nothing but a toy for this being. Noah felt his orgasm approaching, and his eyes flew open.
There he was, his legs spread and held open by an invisible entity. His cunt was filled, and there were bruises in the shape of fingerprints on his thighs. It was all too much - with a cry, Noah came harder than he had earlier in the day, fluid splashing from his cunt onto the bedspread. It seemed that was enough to sate the entity as well. It slowed its pace but pushed harder and deeper into Noah than he'd ever felt before.
Noah felt impossibly hot seed coating his inner walls in strong, steady spurts. Streams of cum began to fill him up, the tip of his invisible lover's cock pressed right against the entrance to his womb. Noah panted and moaned, looking down as the entity withdrew slightly from him, only to push back in even harder. It was as if the being was trying to wring every last drop of semen from its unseen body.
Dizzily, Noah thought that might not be far from the truth. As the being thrust again, still expelling a torrent of seed into his womb, Noah watched in awe as his belly took on a very slight dome. He was so full of cum he already looked pregnant!
That thought sent Noah over the edge again, and he cried out in pure rapture. The entity finally seemed to fade as Noah's last orgasm left him trembling and sore in bed. Much like the meeting earlier in the day, he wouldn't have been sure it even happened if not for the evidence left behind by his and his spectral visitor's bodies. Looking down, Noah saw that his belly was still taut and slightly rounded, full of the demon's cum. Most of it seemed to be trapped inside of him, but a thin, white trail of sticky fluid dribbled out of his cunt.
Overwhelmed by everything that had happened, Noah tossed his head back onto his pillow. As he closed his eyes, he felt sleep swiftly pulling him under. He dreamed of his belly doming out even farther, reaching full term in minutes. In the dream, he woke and waddled into work, his coworkers paying no mind as his water broke in front of them, and he gave into the urge to push out his inhuman offspring.
When Noah woke, however, his belly was just as it had been before, perhaps a little smaller, even. Most of the supernatural cum had either leaked out of him or…
Noah gulped. Did it happen that fast? He'd read somewhere that it could take up to 72 hours for a pregnancy to take, so he wasn't sure if he should bother with a test now. Would being pregnant with a demon even register on a pregnancy test? How different was it going to be compared to a normal pregnancy? As Noah stood up, his phone rang from the pocket of his discarded pants. He picked it up and turned on the screen, showing several messages from Ms. Cameron.
"Hello, you lucky slut," the first message read (and Noah balked - it was strange seeing that kind of language from mild-mannered Ms. Cameron). "My sources let me know that you got home safe. You've almost certainly encountered the Vessel of the Seed by now. Our great lord doesn't have time to fuck you personally, but the Vessel should have given you a wild ride. ;)"
Noah couldn't help but laugh as he read Ms. Cameron's first message. That was one way to put it, for sure. He continued to read.
"Now, I'm about to save you some money. Don't bother getting a normal pregnancy test. The Vessel of Seed will continue to visit you until something takes root in your cute little womb! Don't come into work until the Vessel stops visiting."
Noah wobbled into his bathroom as he read Ms. Cameron's message. It didn't tell him when the Vessel would stop visiting, just that it would as soon as he was pregnant… So, how long did he have to wait between visits? When would he know?
As Noah started his shower, his phone pinged once more. He picked it up to read Ms. Cameron's latest message.
"Trust me. You'll KNOW when the Vessel is done with you."
Just then, the bathroom was suddenly full of more than just steam. Noah turned his head to the shower and felt the undeniable urge to move forward. The Vessel of Seed was waiting for him in the stream of hot water, ready to fuck him until he was well and truly knocked up. He knew it. In his heart of hearts, he was sure of this fact.
Noah swallowed hard but didn't fight as his body stepped into the shower. All at once, the relentless fucking began again, and Noah was awash in a sea of bliss.