𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘

𝐍𝐢𝐲𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 "𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫" 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐭! 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲! ᵀʰᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʰᵉ ⁱⁿᵈᵘˡᵍᵉˢ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶠᵉᵐⁱⁿⁱⁿᵉ "ʰᵉ" ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ... TL focused, ask to DM!

"You are... an undead? I would've never guessed that from your livelyhood." Niyle raised one eyebrow at Cilica. The way his hips moved as he slowly made his way around the room, then bending over... dear lord. That butt was one massive peach. "I had a warpstone around here..."

"Not even hard... Good god woman. Are you half beast or something? And yeah... I think it is some sort of deal like that." Niyle sighed in unison with her, having to get up and allow his ungodly lower body to be seen... A shameful reminder of his heritage.

"Was... was the door unlocked or something? And-..." Niyle looks down, his eyes were devoid of anything as the lich's cock throbbed impatiently in front of him. "Oh. Oh no..."

"How the fuck did you get in my house."

"Goddamn- So you just get payed to... literally just rub loads out for desperate housewives? Sounds like a full time babymaker..."

"How much are they paying you for that sort of service?" He asked, genuinely curious.

Huh, thats just... wow. Are they that desperate to get fucked..?

Niyle hates halloween. Why? He only gets tricks. 😮‍💨

And I got struck with some real bad depression, fuck.

He shrugs. "Its only gonna keep getting bigger until someone does, unforunately its... biologically encoded into me. Fuck you Mom. And... yeah, I dunno. I'm bad at flirting so... kinda just went with the whole "I need your powers" shit."

Niyle grunts, obviously his advances were not working. "She rubs it in my face when I get like... this." He gestured to his swollen stomach. "They call this... hyper ovulation? I'm not actually pregnant. This is all just unfertilized eggs." Niyle swats his pale stomach.

Niyle stares dead-eyed at Curly. "You are not required to raise them. Merely... provide them. I know how much you enjoy watching your work fester and torment those who find themselves swollen with your chaotic broods..." Niyle bites his lip, belly gurgling as it swells outwards

The boy sighs, lifting his shirt to reveal his gigantic, egg-swollen womb that rivals even the most hyper-pregnant of human womans. "Do you care to help take care of... this. Its only getting worse. Even my body has started reacting more and more..." He squishes his wide hips.

"Yeah yeah whatever.: Niyle's grip tightened as his fingers interlocked with Curly's. "I saw what you did to my mother, I will beat her. You will help me."

The moody goth takes her hand as the two rush out into who knows where. A location with a name unprouncable in the tongue of humans? No one could tell until Curly's legs ceased their rapid pitterpatter. The boy raises an eyebrow. "You seemed very eager to leave."

"Fine. You, little cruel one. You will come with me. I am in need of your chaos elsewhere." Niyle eyes Curly, a slight wiggle to his ungodly wide, doorframe shattering hips.

"Karma."

Its finished.

Please don't. This is his view a single DAY after. Its not just going to be worse, its going to be hell once he loses mobility. Filthy mutt perv.

Looking down has only gotten worse and worse for Niyle. Fuck you pervs!