A (Very Pregnant) (Male) (Elven) Witch

Note: This is a story-prompt for PferdHerder.

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Class had ended three minutes ago.

Matthew had yet to move. He knew he was staring, yet he could never seem to tear his eyes away.

He was looking at Jack, his Eco classmate, who had progressively…changed…over the college semester. Jack was rather slim in general yet absurdly thick about the middle. And…getting thicker. He was always wearing big trench coats and jackets that made no sense, given the warm season. Matthew watched as Jack awkwardly unwedged himself from behind his desk before he started moving towards the front of the classroom, practically at waddle—

“Dude, what did you get on that test?”

Matthew snapped out of his reverie to see one of his roommates — Jeff?— standing beside him, backpack slung on one shoulder.

“Oh. Here.” Matthew unceremoniously shoved his graded test paper Jeff’s way. By the time he looked back towards the front, Jack was gone. Matthew heaved a sigh, now directing his attention to the cell phone gripped in his hand.

Matthew knew he was pushing things… He had researched Jack as extensively as he could. There was no profile, social media, not even an online resume. What Matthew had found was a single listing. A room for rent for the whole summer at Jack's house. Matthew had been internally debating about it for the past several days. He certainly didn’t need accommodation. He lived free right in the campus dorms.

And yet, at that moment, Matthew found himself pressing the big red button. There was a chime.

Booking confirmed!

Jeff glanced down at Matthew’s phone. “Bro, you’re moving out?” he said stupidly.

“Yeah,” Matthew breathed, as he gazed at the open classroom door that Jack and most of the other students had exited through by now. “I guess so.”

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A few days later, when Jack answered his front door to see Matthew standing there, Jack’s eyes widened with recognition. “Oh!”

“Hey,” said Matthew, trying to look similarly surprised. “Wait…you’re the house-owner?”

“Yeah,” said Jack, eyes darting about nervously, like he thought this was some college prank. His hands absently rubbed his very-rounded midsection, which was clothed in a baggy sweater today.

“Got kicked out of the dorms,” Matthew lied, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. “You go to my college, right? I think we’re in the same English class.”

“Economics,” Jack corrected him delicately. He finally stepped out of the doorway, allowing Matthew inside. “So you’re the one who rented the room.”

“Yeah, just a couple months,” Matthew said, his gaze pinned to Jack’s abdomen.

Because as naturally as Jack acted, and as polite as everyone was, it just wasn’t normal. This —bulge. The little blonde practically looked pregnant by now. But that – well, that was impossible. Or so Matthew tried to remind himself.

“Well, let me show you your room,” said Jack, clearly flustered, as he turned towards the stairway and veritably waddled along, slowly ascending, as Matthew stared at his plump backside.

Jack was completely breathless when they weren’t halfway to the second floor. “Sorry — I’m a little – out of shape,” Jack panted.

He was in an odd shape, that was for sure.

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Things were relatively normal for the first week. Jack was definitely avoiding Matthew. Matthew only got glimpses of him here and there. Jack seemed to keep to his room even though it must have been inconvenient. When Matthew did see the other student, Jack was always bundled up in too-warm and amorphous clothing.

It wasn’t until the second week that things took a very drastic, shocking, and frankly, arousing, turn.

Matthew was coming home late one night from a frat party, stumbling through the living room, pleasantly buzzed. It had to be 4 AM when he walked into the kitchen and froze at what he saw.

Jack must have had just stood up, based on his flushed, grimacing face. The kitchen table was covered in sticks and wrappers from ice cream bars, the box lying empty beside them.

And Jack was…

He was dressed in a tank top that was stretched to tearing — actually was tearing in places—as though he had outgrown it faster than he could go shopping. And the tank top didn’t pull halfway down the boy’s fucking enormous belly. It was massive. Fucking huge! The rounded curve that Matthew often detected under Jack’s sweaters didn’t nearly account for the girth of this thing! It was the size of a beachball, while shelving a pair of the biggest breasts Matthew had ever seen, cleavage bulging heavily against Jack’s straining neckline as Jack panted and clutched his huge orb.

“Fuck,” Jack squeaked, his hands trying and failing to encircle his belly. His fingers didn’t touch. He was too big.

“’the fuck,” Matthew drunkenly said as he stared, his heart racing and his loins twitching.

‘the fuck, indeed.

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