Nicholas III

Note: This is a story-prompt for Alex.

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Nicholas was growing and growing.

He had modified the service counter so that it was held up on four ropes. It could now be wheeled higher, lower, or disappear into the floor entirely. The set-up worked, as Nicholas spent a lot of time lying down lately. He would sprawl across the bed set up on the short platform in the front of the shop. It had a mattress and cradle, but no legs. Nicholas doubted any legs could have supported him anyway.

His belly was massive. He thought it looked as though it had several men packed tightly within it. And perhaps it had once, but right now it was packed with his babies.

The site of it delighted him. It looked like a boulder, sweaty and heaving, frequent bulges pushing out at the surface, rolling across his flesh and making him groan.

“You all right, Nicholas?” Will asked where he was perched on some boxes of new stock, watching on pleasantly.

Nicholas exhaled deeply. “Better than all right,” he assured with a strained grin, his neck arching as another grunt came up his throat.

A small man shuffled over and blinked down at Nicholas. He stared for a moment. “Excuse me, sir? Is there any way I could get this repaired?” He held up a tattered old boot with some taxidermy dove wings attached to the flanks.

Nicholas rose. The fluidity of the motion seemed to startle the customer, who stumbled back and fell on his arse, gazing up at Nicholas in shock.

Nicholas just smiled. He supposed he looked even more massive when he was upright. His belly protruded out several feet in front of him, easily outspanning his arms. Lately, Nicholas had to make creative use of his tail, twisting his body at odd angles to get things done. And he enjoyed every moment of it.

“What seems to be the problem?” Nicholas asked, breathing heavily, a little stunned with how immensely heavy he was. He felt compelled to lie back down, but couldn’t. Not when this customer was drinking in every inch of his massive swell.

Will watched on, munching on some peanuts he had found in a drawer. He looked entirely happy, like a kid in a candy shop. Like he was watching his favorite show, on repeat, perpetually.

The customer unsteadily climbed up to his feet, where he twiddled his thumbs. “Well,” he said. “I think I saw the wings fluttering. That won’t do any good.”

“Understood,” said Nicholas breathily. He lifted the boot, perusing it. “Do you mind if I take this in the back for a moment?”

“Please do.”

Nicholas slid out from behind the register, and started towards the back of the store. Admittedly, it was a slow process. With his increased mass he was getting slower every day, his children weighing more heavily on his body. It became difficult to even move at times. Idly, he slid his hands to his posterior, knowing that he was giving Will and the customer an eyeful of his arse. Like his abdomen, his backside was growing rapidly. Despite being a humanistic feature, it was part of the tail and part of the half of his body that was coated in scales. It has gotten round and plump lately, bulging out behind him, and helping to counterbalance the weight of his massive belly, if just slightly.

Nicholas’s belly brushed against shelves, knocking items over, though Nicholas hardy minded. He proceeded towards the back of the shop, but just before he could reach the extensively widened frame of the back room, he felt a surge of pressure that made him groan and hunch, his hands clutching what they could of his orb. It was too much; too heavy. Nicholas grabbed onto a shelf, causing it to rock, and more items to tumble onto the ground.

“Oh my!” A woman appeared from an adjacent aisle. “Are you alright, sir?”

Nicholas couldn’t even respond. The pleasure was overwhelming, his face flushing as his insights turned with the movement, causing him to shudder deep down in his core. “Nghhhh…” Nicholas groaned as his children lurched, kicked, and grew. He didn’t think he could move, it was just too much, his huge belly pulsating up and down.

“Goodness,” said the woman, looking terrified. “He’s about to burst!”

By then, a small crowd of customers had come to surround Nicholas.
He tried to gather his composure. “Everything is fine,” he assured, biting his bottom lip for a moment as he breathed through another churn of movement. “Can I…can I help you all with anything?” he asked, fighting the growing pressure in his belly, resisting the urge to thrust it out and watch it surge.

“Are you…are you quite sure, sir?” A young man asked as the other customers simply stood back and marveled.

“Indeed I am,” said Nicholas politely, then he sunk to the floor.