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The day started like usual with Atticus taking care of some of his chores that were on the boring side- but very necessary for the betterment of the cult.
At least that’s what he told himself to get through them every day.
But no matter, work was done and he could let himself get lost in the whimsy of what Eyes might do with him today- better yet, what Eyes might do to him today. Atticus didn’t know how it was possible, but he and Eyes had gotten closer than ever in the past year, maybe further separation from his old family had allowed it, but he honestly didn’t care enough to figure out why, he was just happy that it had happened. Eyes must have felt his longing thoughts because just as he laid his hand upon his door handle, he heard a familiar voice.
“Atticusssss” said the all-seeing entity. “My flesssshhh is eager for me today, isssn’t he?”
“Always,” he breathed with excitement as he slipped into his room and locked the door behind him. It was now a given that Eyes would manipulate his senses to allow him to see it, and this time, a scaled down version of Eyes was laying upon his bed and patiently waiting for his arrival, so he made haste and slid onto the sheets to embrace his lover. “What do you have planned for us today?”
Its eyes looked at him carefully, a tentacle gently wrapping around Atticus’ waist- though not physically present, both could feel the touch as if it were just as real as it looked. “I’ve been thinkinnnng for a while… thinkinnnng that a tassssk may be tooooo… difficult for youuuuu.” Faraway screams echoed the sentimental worry that Eyes had, it had been thinking about this since it had gotten intimate with Atticus for the first time, so the pressure had built up immensely.
“Nothing would be too difficult for me. I promise.” He reached out for another tentacle and brought it to his lips to kiss gently while his eyes fluttered shut and enjoyed the reciprocating squeeze.
“Even carryinnnng my young?” It asked tentatively but the doubled voices took away any of the shyness it carried. Even powerful entities got scared when asking their partners to have a baby.
The question made Atticus pause, and most normal partners would have interpreted this as a negative reaction, but Eyes could feel the sudden rush of emotions that had flared to life within him. “Eyes, I would be more than honored- blessed even to do such a thing for you; I’d do anything for you.”
“And you would be blesssssed, my favorite flesssshhh.” It was surprised to feel relieved- never had it ever felt such a way before, and all over a simple little mortal. “Are youuuu ready?”
“You mean… right now?” He breathed excitedly against its skin, his cock starting to harden between his legs at the thought of taking on such an important duty.
Atticus took the electric feeling emanating from his amulet as a “yes”, especially as the crystal in it started to glow. His breath hitched in his throat as three real tentacles came forth, and one with a tip that he had never seen before. The Eyes next to him on the bed had vanished and was now projected in the wall mirror he had at the foot of his bed- just for moments like these where he had to watch from every angle.
The new tentacle reached up towards his face as he trembled with anticipation, and without another moment, it pressed a kiss to his lips. His body shook with emotions he could hardly label, but he could instead feel- it was like his body had become the very embodiment of love- and then the tentacle pushed its way past his lips and slid down his throat. Tears gathered on his eyelashes as he gagged and moaned on the limb. In his euphoria, he hadn’t bothered to think what had happened to the others- and that’s when he felt one fumble its way into his pants and wrap around his leaking cock to service him.
His body thrummed with devotion as he cast a teary gaze towards Eyes’ reflection.
“Hold sssstill. You’re doinnnng well, my flesssshhh.”
And with that, his eyes rolled back into his head with a moan against the tentacle- and what must have been the first egg. It was an odd- but not unwelcome sensation to feel it stretch his esophagus and land in the pit of his stomach. That was when the third tentacle came to life and began to dote on the flat plane of his torso- giving close attention to the small glowing circle that was now emanating from his shirt. Between that and the rapid strokes on his cock, he hardly even felt the second egg get deposited.
He moaned against the tentacle again as the slow trickle of eggs became a steady stream of them. It wasn’t long before his flat stomach started to become bloated and push against the line of buttons down his dress shirt. A muffled moan of his lover's name was all he could manage as his body was gently coaxed into a climax. And god, what a climax- it had him arching off the bed and clutching at his now rounded stomach as cum dirtied his pants and sheets- he felt like he was reborn a thousand times in that very moment-
And then his eyes rolled out from the back of his head and he saw the girth of his midsection and how it had changed in just a few minutes. It had grown enough where his shirt puckered and strained- and then gave out at as a button ripped off and flew across the room. It made him whine with delight while Eyes gently unbuttoned the rest as to not ruin a perfectly good shirt- it seemed both had gotten carried away in this ecstasy.
He was thankful it had done that too, because his stomach was now so obscenely rounded that he knew his shirt would have never been able to handle it- but he would. It was so beautiful the way the cyan glow of Eyes’ eggs was able to shine through his pale skin. He lovingly placed his hand upon it- only to be met with a tentacle doing the same. Tears finally fell from his eyes as they embraced in such a tender way, and in such an important moment in his life. He remembered when he had looked at Lila’s swollen stomach and hadn't had even a fraction of the joy that he felt now.
And then it was over all too soon as Eyes pulled the tentacle that had laid the eggs out from his mouth. With a gasp, his body tried to recover some of the oxygen it had lost, but he found this to be difficult now with less space for his lungs to inflate. “Eyes-” he croaked its name out as he clutched both sides of his stomach. It was about as firm as a pregnant belly would be, and that absolutely delighted him.
“Youuuu look sssstunning, my flesssshhh.” It wasn’t lying, he truly did look stunning… all full of its future young.
He grunted as he propped himself up with both elbows before shifting to both hands to raise himself off the bed. His limbs trembled as he did so, but once he was upright, he slowly shifted his legs to hang off the bed with his stomach in his lap. With another quiet sigh, he placed his hands at his side and forced himself up with a push. The feat made him stagger and slap his hand against a wall to regain balance, but he also noticed how the other hand had instinctively clutched at his precious cargo to protect them.
Eyes watched intently as its lover struggled through his bedroom before finally making his way into the bathroom. By now he was trained well enough not to turn on the light.
Atticus marveled at his new form in the mirror… his cock no longer visible with his stomach hanging in the way, and it was so visible with his shirt unbuttoned. If the eggs didn't glow so vibrantly, he wouldn't be surprised to find stretch marks and a bright blush over the curve of it. “Eyes-” He whispered its name as both hands found their way to his extended navel and started to gently rub over the taut skin. “Look at them.”
“Youuuu did wonderfullyyyy, flesssshhh.”
“Only because of you, Eyes. You're my everything.”
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Over the course of the next several days, Atticus kept to himself in his room. He busied himself with doting over the clutch of eggs in his stomach, jacking off, or both. Oh, and eating. He had become ravenous since he became a carrier for them and would often sneak down to the kitchen in the middle of the night with just his now-too-small pajama pants and a unbuttoned shirt just to wolf down anything he could find. It had become second nature to pet himself or to rub circles into his aching back, but given the chance? He'd stay like this forever. He'd never felt this close to Eyes and every moment was exhilarating.
It was on one of these midnight excursions that Atticus had polished off the greater half of a pie along with most of a tub of ice cream that had been in the freezer. It had thankfully hit the spot without requiring much work on his part, and now he stood leaning against the counter while licking off the sticky syrup and cream from his fingertips… when the air around him changed. It was only a second before he felt the invisible tentacles of Eyes wrap around his midsection. “You're up early today.” He teased as he placed one of his hands where he felt Eyes. Though not truly together, this was good enough for his wanting body.
“Youuu were up tooo.” It lightly chastised him in its haunting voice, but then it grew quiet as it doted over Atticus’ glowing bump.
“They're doing well as far as I know.” He smiled and tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes as he imagined Eyes being mere feet from him. He wished that he could be within its true grasp again- but those thoughts were silenced as a ghostly tentacle drifted between his legs and started to palm at his bulge in his pants. Hardly a moment after, he was compelled from a thought that wasn't his own to slide his hand down there too. “Eyes, we're in public.”
“Thennn let them ssseee how much you worssshhip me.” It seemed insistent on doing this right here and right now. Apparently the eyes of the universe had an eggnancy kink.
Atticus grunted as his hand pressed past his dick and to, what felt to be, a small slit. It made him furrow his brows in confusion since he had never had that before.
“Yourrr body has changedddd. It issss for my young.” It coaxed Atticus’ hand to press at the slit and enter to find a small and wet canal that contracted around the two fingers immediately as they entered.
His free hand quickly grasped the side of the counter as his knees buckled inward, but unfortunately that meant no hand to silence his moan that echoed through the empty room. “Oh Eyes-”
Another command made him start to lightly finger himself as he bit down on his lip to keep from calling everyone down to the kitchen with his whines. Sweat sprouted on his lower back as he pleasured himself with deep plunges of his fingers. Already slick fluid had begun to run down his trembling thighs and pool in the crevices of his hand.
“Tell me how you adore me, flesshh.” It commanded
“Oh Eyes-” His head lolled back and his eyes stared languidly at the ceiling. “I love you beyond mere words-” his declaration was interrupted by quiet grunts and moans as he slipped another finger into the already stuffed hole. “You are what brought light and understanding to my life- without you, I'd still be in the dark. Your graceful presence has carried me through hardships like no other- I love you with every fiber of my being and cherish that I am able to hold your young- aaahh,” He whined and hiccuped as his body convulsed hard enough for him to require the counter again for support.
He worried something was wrong until heat bloomed at his crotch and he was sent tumbling into an orgasm. It was like lightning through his veins as his legs faltered hard enough to send him tumbling. Luckily he caught himself on the island in front of him as lightly glowing fluid coated his legs. His cock had also gotten in on the action and had lined the front of his pants with fresh cum.
His entire body shook as he tried to regain composure from this awkward position that was not helpful to his already sore back. “Oh- Oh Eyes-” His curly black locks now stuck to his face with sweat and he had to paw at his face with a weak hand to retrieve his vision.
“Shhhh, Flessshhh. Youuu mussst be tired.”
“Tired of standing, not tired of this.” He smirked as he gingerly regained his footing, though he must have appeared absolutely ravaged to anyone that came by-
And with the telltale creak of the door on its hinges. He knew he was no longer alone. How unfortunate that he hadn't turned the lights on earlier; it would have been much easier to play off the giant stomach he now had if it didn't glow. If it were any sort of luck, at least it was Garcia: The Clown.
“...Sir?” Garcia asked tentatively, since well, he wasn't sure how else he'd start this conversation. It was unheard of to find Atticus, their prophet to the almighty Eyes of the Universe, in any less than pristine condition. And right now he was… sweaty, hardly clothed, and his pants looked to be soiled. Not to mention the elephant in the room… but he was extra unsure of how to bring that up. “Are you… alright?”
Heat flared to his cheeks with embarrassment before he tried to recover by smoothing his soaked hair back in a refined manner. “Quite, Garcia. I see your bullet wound has healed nicely.” A sentence made just to hopefully take attention off of himself. Garcia was a wildcard to have at the mansion because it was impossible to tell whenever he'd snap and become the clown again. Otherwise, he was a nice fellow to have around- but not right now. “Now if you'll excuse me, I must be going.” Atticus cleared his throat and tried to hold his shirt to cover up most of his bare midsection, but it was a lost cause.
“Are you sure?” He sounded a mix of timid and reassuring as the head of their cult hurried off. “I can help…”
“Not necessary.” His steps nearly faltered as Eyes pressed an imaginary limb to his crotch- clearly ready for round two, and perhaps turned on by being caught in the act.
Garcia lunged to help but wasn't nearly close enough, but he did get a better look at just what Atticus was hiding… and he looked… pregnant? Nine months pregnant in three days?
He cleared his throat again and made his way up the stairs in an embarrassing sort of Waddle with each step being a chore. But once on flat ground, he was able to bring himself to a jog as long as he held his stomach to keep it from bouncing.
Once in front of his door, he fumbled with the handle and stumbled inside, just as two lovers locked in a deep embrace would have.
The embarrassment in the kitchen was nearly forgotten as Atticus lost all autonomy in one of his hands. It first disrobed him and left him bare… and then its second act was to press itself against his lips for a kiss- to which he instantly obliged. Being a mortal and an all-powerful entity nearly 50 times his size made kisses few and far between, so they had to take what they could get. And in this case, it was a feverish sort of kiss born from months of desperate longing. “Eyes- I need you- carnally.”
He breathed against his own palm before it suddenly slipped away and dove to the new hole between his legs. It caught him mid stride and had him tumbling over himself before landing in his bed which had honestly become his nest. As soon as he had landed, a command urged him to grab hold of his stomach and he willingly obeyed. Eyes wanted him to touch it for it- to really explore that tight skin that was stretched beyond its capacity.
Now without the fear of being spotted, Atticus truly moaned as palmed and clenched the sheets while Eyes fucked him. It was even better than before as he squeezed down on fingers that so desperately wanted to go deeper- to please him more.
“FUCK me,” he exclaimed as his eyes rolled back into his head. Everything about this titilated him in every atom of his body- from the way he could hardly sit up thanks to Eyes’ eggs, the way his arm had begun to lightly cramp from stretching around such a large obstacle, to his hand diligently working away until- a cascade of pleasure had him howling into the sheets. Tears streamed from his eyes as he moaned from the very pit of his stomach. He could even feel the bed get instantly soaked beneath him.
Eyes only gave him about a minute to rest before forcefully commanding to get onto his knees. It was a shaky task, but he managed to do so, even as sweat drenched his body and made him slick to the touch. From there, he was wordlessly told to sit with the heel of his foot pressing against that new slit with Eyes’ hand took hold of his throbbing cock. It hadn't ejaculated on the last orgasm… so apparently it was its mission to finish him off completely.
“Augh- Eyes.” He began to grind upon his heel as his own soft fingers started to work. Every single nerve was on fire in his body as he started to bounce up and down on his heel. “Fuckfuckfuck-” It was all getting so intense, and he knew Eyes felt it too from the way his body thrummed. And then, just like that, he gave way and fell over onto his side with a moan as his cock emptied its load.
It left him panting in the sheets as the ghostly tentacles of Eyes returned to gently caress him. One brushed lovingly at his cheek while the other gave attention to its young. Atticus would have been happy to help, but his limbs had turned to stone from exhaustion.
“Flessshh.”
“Yes, Eyes?”
“Nexxxxt time… we will beee in perssson. Annndd I will show youuu and my young the starssss.”
“I'd love that, Eyes, and I love you.”
“As do I… flesshhh.”
And just like that, he was alone again. He couldn't complain though, drowsiness had already started to claw at the corners of his mind… and was he even really alone with hundreds of Eyes’ eggs to keep him company?