Harpy

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ani.

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Massive wings protruded out from Jake’s back, black and green feathers shining in the midday sun. The same feathers covered his groin, trailing down his hips and legs. The harpy potion had worked impeccably.

At first, Jake had enjoyed the privilege of flying around the sacred lands with his new harpy kinsfolk. It was said that male-harpies were extremely rare in the clandestine society, and Jake had luxuriated under the female attention.

It wasn’t long before Jake realized why male harpies were so rare, and so popular.

Jake ran his hand over his swollen belly. It was firm and round, and made him look as though he was six months pregnant. Then again, he was pregnant, wasn’t he?

It was only a few hours after taking the potion that Jake was seduced by a female harpy’s beauty and song. She was forceful and keen, and rode him to ecstasy in only moments, after which—instead of release, Jake found himself burdened. Something pushed out of her and into his gender, making his shaft bloat uncomfortably, before something was forced into his stomach.

She had cradled his abdomen lovingly with one of her wings. With that, she had flown off, and Jake was so nonplussed that he hadn’t known what to think of the small bulge now sitting just beneath his navel.

It happened again and again, Jake helpless to the female harpies and their seductive songs. Each coupling left him slightly plumper about the waist, and it soon became evident what was being done. The females were implanting their eggs inside of him.

And mating season was only just beginning, as Jake recalled. He’d had no idea that the males of the species were the ones who carried, otherwise he would have thought better than to take the potion. Jake had hurried off, feeling incredibly vulnerable, out in the open as he was. It didn’t take long before he was too heavy to fly. Now, he trudged, gasping for breath, as he closed in on the clearing where he had last seen his fellow adventurer.

Jake gawked at the sight of Peter. The formerly lean man was now sprawled back on what looked like a sort of nest, made of twigs, leaves, branches, and various flowering plants. He was flushed and panting, his belly immense. At seeing Jake, Peter struggled to sit up somewhat. “Can’t fly anymore,” he gasped out as he ran his hands along his overdue-looking belly. “They stuffed me full of…ohhhh…” he groaned, and fervently rubbed the sides of his mound.

“I know,” said Jake wanly. He cupped his own belly in unease as he stared at Peter’s. “We have to get back to the potion-seller. Maybe this can be reversed.”

“At the b…bottom of the cliff? We’d never make it down…ngghhhh…” Peter shifted his hips somewhat, his cheeks reddening, and belly seeming to shudder. “God Jake…I don’t think…I can take…much more…”

There was a flutter of wings. In his panic, Jake took off, leaving Peter to fend for himself as he tried to take cover within some foliage.

Jake froze in his tracks when a gorgeous female harpy appeared in his path. He turned back, only to come face to face with another female harpy, her eyes wide and keen.

Arms wrapped around his waist from behind, gently gilding over his swollen abdomen. The two harpies pushed him down onto the earth, and Jake was helpless but to allow them to impregnate him yet more.