[BabyDaddy]

Two months of growth, humiliation, and wonder had passed for Achteron. In those short months, the beast within him had grown immensely. Confined to his cabin out of his own shame, his belly rivaled some of the expectant mothers' in the village, and he still had time to grow. His stomach had not developed stretch marks, but it definitely would soon. His breasts tingled daily and would soon grow to feed the infant inside him. He wore his biggest robes, but even those would not be big enough, and he would need new ones soon.

And so he found himself, staring out of a crack in the window. The infant within him kicked and rolled violently, causing him to wince and futilely rub his quaking mass of a belly.