Kompera

Nicholas II

Added 2021-08-31 23:23:30 +0000 UTC

Note: This is a story-prompt for Alex.

The following morning, Nicholas let Will out of his cage before store opening.

Will crawled out and straightened while brushing some dust off his loin cloth. Then he blinked up at Nicholas in confusion.

“Go,” said Nicholas. “Be free or whatever.”

Will continued to stand there. After a moment, he frowned and walked off.

Nicholas tried on a new shirt. Though he didn’t usually opt for clothing, he liked to find new ways to draw attention to his baby-bump.

The top was tiny and only covered his pecs. But barely, because it was very low cut. Truth be told he might as well have been topless.

Nicholas arched as his first two customers strolled in, pushing his belly out to make it look even larger. His young were especially active that morning, large bulges rolling against the surface of his swollen abdomen. As usual, the customers froze and stared. They looked from Nicholas’s belly to his face then back to his belly. Nicholas breathed deeply, allowing his mound to throb up and down. He threw a grin and wink that seemed to snap his patrons out of their reveries. Coughing awkwardly, they shuffled into the aisles. Nicholas leaned back on the counter with a satisfied smile. He could do this all day.

Oh right. He did.

The door chimed as another customer walked in. Disappointingly enough, it was a regular: a young man named Edwin. Edwin walked right up to the register and said, “I’m in desperate need of some pickled bifocals. You’ve got to help me out Nicholas.”

“Sure, I’ve got some in the back,” Nicholas assured. He pushed himself off the counter and slid out from behind the register, allowing his belly to get in Edwin’s personal space so that Edwin had to step several paces back. Nicholas slithered languidly to the back of the store and opened the door there. He enjoyed the sensation of his belly brushing against either side of the door frame. He was just getting massive, his belly wider than the rest of him. Nicholas smiled and found the shelf with the pickled items, which was a little out of his reach. He elevated himself with his tail, rising higher until he easily lifted one of the jars, cradling it in both hands and surveying the contents thoughtfully. Last pair, he mused.

Nicholas lowered himself again so he might exit the door, but just before he could proceed, he felt a lurch deep within him. It wasn’t one of the typical bouts of movement. No, this was different. Nicholas’s free hand cradled his belly as pressure rolled and blossomed, heat filling his abdomen, then his skin shivered.

Nicholas groaned as his midsection pushed outwards, growing in all directions. Inching forward bit by bit as he swelled and grew, and groaned in pure pleasure.

The growth spurt was brief. Nicholas panted as it came to an end. He took just a few more moments to catch his breath, before lurching forward, feeling a bit drunk on the adrenaline. He made his way for the door and was…stopped. By his own body. He tried again, but both of his flanks bumped into the doorframe. He had outgrown it and was now too large to exit.

“Well that’s…something,” he murmured.

Edwin called the fire brigade. Nicholas knew he should have felt embarrassed, or even ashamed. Yet he couldn’t help enjoying the dozens of eyes pinned to his body is he shifted and stretched, or paced as he waited, watching them as they watched him, when they all probably should have been working at that moment.

“Sir, what is…what exactly is going on here?” said one fireman, as another swung his hammer and not only missed the nail but missed the wall altogether. “Wh—what is all this?” A thick finger pointed at Nicholas’s throbbing abdomen.

“I’m a naga,” said Nicholas pleasantly. “These are my young. And recent meals.” He licked his lips, his eyes glittering. “Not recent enough.”

“Er…” said the fireman.

“But I’m so full,” Nicholas went on, rubbing his hands along his stomach. “Stretched so tight. I don’t know how much more I can grow. I can’t even fit through the door.” He cupped one of the lumps; his child.

The fireman gulped.

They got him out by evening. It wasn’t a productive day.

Just before Nicholas could start to close shop, the door chimed again, and in walked Will, of all people.

“Blimey, what are you doing back?” said Nicholas. “I set you free.”

It was odd to see Will fully clothed in a shirt and trousers. “Free is boring,” Will whined. “I’d rather be here with you.”

Nicholas was stunned. “Really?”

“Assuredly.”

“Well, alright then.”

A broad smile spread over Will’s face.