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Myro's engagement to Lance lasted one blissful, sex-filled month before disaster struck.
Propriety be damned: Myro spent nearly every night in Lance's bed, having Lance rub his feet (starting to swell) and his back (starting to ache), lavish attention on his rapidly growing belly, and fuck him repeatedly until he was a puddle of pleasure. For his part, Lance couldn't seem to resist Myro's changing body and even found opportunities to touch Myro's belly when they were in public. Myro blushed furiously during these instances and glared daggers at Lance but he also felt warmth pooling in his groin and kissed Lance all the more savagely when they were next alone.
Myro's belly had become perky and round: obviously a pregnancy when Myro was naked but easy enough to pass off as a potbelly resulting from too many indulgent meals when he dressed correctly. The perception that Myro's thickening middle was just the result of him getting fat was helped by his enormous appetite.
"I am eating for two afterall," he mumbled to Lance sleepily as Lance rubbed his aching belly after a particularly large meal. Lance kissed Myro's head and mostly managed to hold back his laughter at Myro's bout of hiccups that followed.
While Myro's first comment about planning their wedding had been mostly a joke, he now threw himself into planning the ceremony and feast. Both would be lavish events — attended by the king himself! — in which the entire court would have to acknowledge that Myro, previously a complete nobody, had been chosen by the handsome, tall, important, rich captain of the guard. The beautiful layers of fabric that made up Myro's wedding robe wouldn't be able to hide his belly entirely — he was already too big for that — but they would minimize it and Myro would simply look plump and glowing on his wedding day.
Disaster, when it came, took the form of a bleeding, dirt-covered messenger galloping as fast as he could to the palace. The kingdom had been attacked and a whirlwind of activity was immediately kicked off. Lance was shut up with the king and his generals all day and part of the night. When he finally returned to his rooms Myro was waiting.
"We leave in the morning," Lance told him, resolved. Myro was too shocked to respond and Lance continued. "The king insists on going himself and by my oaths I must keep him safe."
Myro found himself clutching his belly. "But… but the wedding…" It was only a week away.
Lance leaned down to kiss him. "We'll be married the moment I get back. I promise you." He dropped to his knees so he could kiss the swell of Myro's belly. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Take care of this treasure while I'm gone." With that Lance pushed up Myro's loose shirt and licked a stripe across the taut skin of his belly. Myro groaned: his belly had been so sensitive lately. He grasped Lance's shoulders in an effort to stay on his feet but was quickly whisked off them and onto the bed.
A week passed. The date of Myro's wedding came and went with no word from Lance. After a month, messages began trickling in from the front. The king and his men were at a stalemate with the invaders, with each side becoming entrenched. Another month passed, and then another. And each day Myro's belly grew a little rounder, a little heavier.
"Anything you want to tell us, Myro?" a lady of the court drawled at him one day as he finished a typically large meal.
"Perhaps you and the Captain couldn't wait for the wedding?" her friend sneered and they both giggled.
"I am worried about my betrothed," Myro sniffed, trying to affect a haughty tone. "My concern has increased my appetite and I have gained a bit of girth. Now, if you'll excuse me." Ignoring their cackling, Myro pushed himself to his feet and sauntered out of the room.
Well, perhaps not "sauntered" exactly. His once slim hips had widened considerably and while there was much more sway in his stride than there once was, it was almost certainly better described as a waddle.
Once behind closed doors, Myro allowed himself to rub his gravid belly and let their words roll off him. He stepped over to the mirror and admired his reflection, first framing his belly with his hands to truly measure how wide he had become, then turning to the side to see just how much his belly stuck out.
Oh, if Lance could see him now. Myro pictured his betrothed falling to his knees to worship Myro's fecund form, not being able to keep his hands to himself, bringing Myro every sort of pleasure imaginable. Myro groaned as his loins became inflamed with lust. He was so big, so heavy and round, so swollen with his lover's child. Myro staggered a few steps to the bed and collapsed before impatiently freeing himself from his clothes. He stroked and rubbed his gravid belly, imagining that it was Lance instead. When he could take it no longer, he snaked one hand down to his groin, finding that he was only just able to reach, and pleasured himself to the thought of Lance's tongue and Lance's cock.
It was not until the eighth month of Myro's pregnancy that word came from the front that the enemy had been defeated and the king and his forces were headed home. By that point Myro's belly was enormous, his hips and back were in a constant state of ache, the baby was moving rambunctiously inside him day and night, and he avoided leaving his room whenever possible. Fortunately, one of the castle servants had taken pity on him, and brought his meals to his room along with the court gossip, so he didn't have to face the eyes of the other courtiers.
A week before Myro was due, he was lying in bed dozing (his most frequent activity, since moving his huge body required so much energy) when the door to his room burst open. Before Myro even had time to scream, Lance was on the bed, kissing every inch of his face.
"Oh god how I missed you!" Lance murmured between kisses. "I longed for you every moment I was gone."
"You're back! You're back!" Myro cried.
"Let me look at you," Lance said, finally pulling back. With effort Myro pushed himself more upright, and smoothed his shirt over his belly. He looked up to see Lance's mouth hanging open. "You're huge!"
"Did you lose track of time?" Myro asked, smiling. "I'm due in a week." He winced at a particularly strong kick from the baby and grabbed Lance's hand, bringing it to the spot. Lance's breath caught in his throat and he was completely still for a moment while the baby continued to move under his hand. When the baby stilled, Lance turned to Myro, grinning with tears in his eyes, before leaning down to cover Myro's massive belly with kisses. Myro leaned back against the pillows and sighed. This was all he had wanted for so long. He felt warmth gathering between his legs. Well, maybe not all he had wanted.
As if Lance could hear his thoughts, he looked up with a gleam in his eye. "You're probably too big to ride me now, aren't you? Probably too big to even get on your knees."
Myro's aching back and hips protested at either thought. "I'm almost due," he pouted. "You have to be gentle with me."
"Gentle, eh?" Lance said, moving between Myro's legs with a mischievous expression. "I've been on the battlefield for months. I'm out of practice with gentle." He roughly removed Myro's undergarments and raked his teeth up the inside of Myro's thigh, making Myro gasp. The way Lance applied his tongue to Myro's sex may not have been gentle but it quickly brought Myro to screaming, shuddering climax.
Later, when they were both more than satisfied, they lay in bed on their sides with Lance pressed against Myro's back and his hands exploring the expanse of Myro's belly. "I can't believe I missed all the steps in between," he murmured. "Missed you slowly getting bigger and bigger." He kissed Myro's shoulder blade. "I'll just have to get you pregnant again right after you push this one out and stay by your side every minute of that one so I can watch you grow inch by inch."
Myro, too blissed out to really respond, gave a little moan of agreement and pleasure.
Lance kissed his shoulder blade again. "I've always wanted a big family, you know. Might keep you pregnant for years. Breed you so quickly after you give birth that you never lose the weight and spend all your time waddling around with a big round belly."
Myro could picture it with complete clarity but was too tired and too heavy to do anything but moan in agreement and press himself against Lance.
"Have to marry you first though," Lance said with another kiss. "His Majesty suggested that our wedding be part of the victory celebration in a few days, but I'll just get a priest to come here and do it quietly."
That made Myro stir. "But I want a wedding."
Lance laughed. "You're almost too big to move, Myro! You'll have outgrown your wedding robe several times over. Could you even make it down the aisle of the church?"
"Yes," Myro said defiantly. "I've been holed up here for months, but now you're back and you still want to marry me and I want all those assholes at court to know that I'm proud to be carrying your baby."
Standing on aching feet in the entry to the church a few days later, just a day or two before his due date, it didn't seem quite so simple.
The baby had dropped the first night Lance was back, taking some of the pressure off Myro's lungs but making his belly ride low and his pelvis strain against the pressure.
He had started having contractions as well, including while the tailor was draping yards and yards of fabric around him to hastily construct a new wedding robe that could actually cover his bulk. The tailor had given him a sideways glance as Myro clutched at his belly and bit back a groan, but had kept working without comment.
The morning of the wedding Myro's stomach had been unsettled and he had nearly thrown up but he assured himself and Lance that it was just nerves.
Myro's belly tightened with another contraction as he stepped towards the door of the church but he breathed through it slowly and proceeded.
The door opened and Myro waddled through as everyone in the pews turned to look at him. He couldn't help but smirk at the gasps and shocked expressions on the courtiers' faces as he pressed his hand to his back to keep his balance and moved slowly down the aisle.
Turning his attention to the front of the church, he saw Lance beaming at him, the king looking concerned but smiling, and the priest turning pale. The aisle seemed very long to navigate in his condition, but Myro put a smile on his face, used the hand that wasn't on his back to support the bottom of his enormous belly, and forced himself onward. Let all of them see how fertile he was, what a good spouse he'd be to Lance.
By the time he was a few steps from Lance he was panting with effort and suddenly had to freeze as another contraction squeezed through his belly. Myro clenched his jaws shut so he wouldn't groan and somehow kept the smile on his face but it must have looked incredibly strained. Lance grimaced and hurried over to him, taking his arm.
"You're absolutely insane," Lance whispered in his ear. "I can't believe we're doing this. You should be in bed."
"You'll have the rest of our lives to get me into bed," Myro panted now that the contraction had passed. "First you have to marry me."
Lance grimaced and helped Myro up to the altar where the priest was regarding them with what looked like horror.
"Ah, given the bridegroom's … delicate… condition, we will perform the ah, abbreviated ceremony."
Myro was not sure how long the "abbreviated ceremony" lasted, except that it felt too long on his aching feet and weak knees with what felt like a thirty-pound baby bearing down on his pelvis. When another contraction came and the priest was still speaking, Myro gripped his belly and clenched his hand around Lance's arm so hard it nearly knocked the bigger man off balance. Somehow Myro managed to recover himself and stay on his feet.
Suddenly the priest was saying his name. "… do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?"
Oh, finally it was almost over. Myro took a breath. "I dooo— aaahhh!" It felt like the contraction was tearing through his insides and no amount of self control or pride could keep him from doubling over clutching his belly.
When the wall of pain passed, Myro was panting for breath and realized that Lance was holding him up by the shoulders. "Insane!" Lance hissed at him.
"I now pronounce you married!" the priest said as quickly as possible, and then Lance was pulling Myro into his arms and kissing him.
Myro felt wetness between his legs. "Lance," he whispered. "I think I need to skip the feast."
Hours later, Myro was on his back in bed, belly framed by his knees, covered in sweat, and voice hoarse. He felt another contraction start to build and let his head flop back against the pillows with a low moan that got louder as pain surged through his body.
When it passed, he let go of Lance's hand to wipe his sweaty brow and saw out of the corner of his eye that his husband shook his hand quickly as if trying to restore the blood flow.
"I can't believe I'm missing my feast for this," Myro pouted.
Lance laughed and leaned over to kiss his sweaty hair. "I'll throw you a feast to celebrate our child's first birthday and our first wedding anniversary."
That sounded good to Myro and he grabbed Lance's hand again before the next contraction started.
A few hours later, the newly weds welcomed their first child into the world.