Heir, Part 2 - Female Version

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Summary: Ivy is the last in line to the throne, and the only way to pass down her family’s magic is by producing an heir. Though she suffers from infertility, Ivy enlists several witch doctors and warlocks, but is still unable to sustain a pregnancy. As she goes on without an heir, domestic unrest grows, and the country is brought to the brink of a civil war. Ivy’s uncle enlists a unique warlock who utilizes both science and magic in his procedures, and Ivy soon finds herself more fertile than she had hoped or wanted. Contains: Female: pregnancy, breast expansion, and more.

This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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It only took a few days for Ivy to realize that something had changed.

Usually she was not much of an eater. She picked at food and scarcely had any interest in a full meal. But suddenly her appetite had surged. Not only was she eating full meals, but she was snacking in between them.

Her skin was warm, dewy, and a bit pink at the cheeks. Sometimes she noticed her hand resting on her abdomen before she caught herself and pulled it away. It was ridiculous. She didn’t even know if the procedure had worked. And if the warlock actually had been able to make Ivy pregnant, it likely would not last. All of Ivy’s prior pregnancies had not made it beyond the three-month point, after all.

In just three weeks, Ivy started to bloat up, to her alarm. The pregnancy had not even been confirmed, yet there was already a curve.

Between her leaking breasts, rounded hips, and plump backside, it was a lot to deal with. Ivy was a bit numb when she attended her next appointment with Turner.

“The insemination was a success,” said the warlock, after running some tests.

Ivy tried not to appear as sour as she felt. “Yes, well hopefully it lasts.”

“I am optimistic, princess. You are already carrying quite well.”

Ivy did not know what that meant but she did not ask. Her nose wrinkled. “Why am I already, erm, getting fat? I mean, here.” She motioned vaguely to her abdomen. “This only just started. Surely it couldn’t be growing so fast?”

“Perhaps it’s just your body adapting. You were quite thin. Needed some more fat stores to support the baby.”

“This never happened before.”

“Yes princess, but remember, we are taking a more conventional approach. We’re utilizing not just magic, but your own biology. And the body is an amazing thing. It will take the biological processes necessary to support the child.”

Ivy was not impressed by the explanation. Nevertheless, she nodded.

“Shall we arrange to meet again in a week?” said Turner.

“Make that two.” Ivy stepped down from the bed. She knew how this would go and it was hardly worth their efforts.

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The condition was already proving quite disturbing for Ivy. Growth of her breasts and backside had never occurred previously. Ivy was used to looking in the mirror and seeing a petite young woman. But lately she looked quite chubby and especially plump in the chest area.

She sat on the sidelines as she watched some of her friends play skibble, as they often did on the weekends.

“You joining, Ivy?” asked Al. Al was the son of a diplomat and a good friend.

“I’m afraid not this time. But next month,” Ivy assured.

Al just gave her a thoughtful look, but didn’t say anything. It was a wise choice. Ivy’s experimental pregnancies continued to be a taboo topic around the palace. It was awkward to address, not to mention uncomfortable.

Ivy waved Al off and the game proceeded. Can’t wait to get back on the field, Ivy thought. She wouldn’t say that she was planning her own miscarriage, she was just being realistic, not getting her expectations all skewered like Turners’ seemed to be.

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Ivy’s appetite continued to surge. Not only was she eating full meals, but she was asking for extra at times. Suddenly food was delicious, and her belly, bottomless. This was another thing that had never happened with the previous pregnancies. It was odd, and Ivy was beginning to worry about all the weight she was putting on. Hopefully it didn’t stick with her when this whole thing ended one way or another.

Once a week, Ivy had a private dinner with her uncle as the two of them discussed political matters. Admittedly, it was difficult to focus on the mundane goings-on of the palace. The growing occurrences of protests and crime were more interesting but also disheartening. Ivy found herself more absorbed in the meal than Derrin’s dialogue. She sucked her bones clean and scraped every scrap of potatoes off her dish before she cut her uncle off to summon a waiter.

“Can I get more of the buttered string beans? And potatoes? It was delicious. Actually, can I just have—what do they call it—seconds?”

The waiter hurried off to get Ivy another plate, and as she turned her gaze back forward, she saw that Derrin had gone quiet and was now smiling at her.

“You look like a young matron,” he commented.

Ivy’s face flushed.

“You’ve gotten plump, and in only a few weeks. Just look at how you’re eating. Practically licking your plate clean. Don’t be embarrassed, this is an exciting development.”

“Glad to be of some source of entertainment,” said Ivy icily.

“You’re pregnant, Ivy. I’m just relieved.”

She pressed her lips and said nothing. It was very typical of her uncle to get his hopes up.

Ivy skipped her next appointment with the warlock. She was in an ill mood and didn’t want to deal with him. She rescheduled their next meeting to be in another two weeks’ time.

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It turned out to be four weeks before the next appointment.

Ivy’s clothing seemed to be shrinking against her. And her subjects stared at her now, whenever they saw her about the palace. Ivy knew this would be over soon but she was miserable. She stepped largely out of the public spotlight and kept to her quarters most days.

During her public appearance at a charity dinner that simply could not be rescheduled, she wore some loose robes but knew she still looked thick about the waist. Ivy was midway through her speech when her nipples ached and she felt the familiar sensation of them leaking, milk soaking into the bandages that bound the mounds. This was becoming an increasingly common occurrence, and did not disrupt her until she heard some of her subjects murmuring within the crowd, one person even pointing. Ivy looked down at herself to see that patches of dampness had materialized on her robes, having seeped through the bandages, and the patches were growing. Her words trailed off as she stared down at herself in astonishment. Mortified, Ivy turned and briskly walked off.

She was furious. And perhaps that fury was undercut by her increasingly soft appearance. But Ivy would not be forgiving to Turner, who was altering Ivy’s body over a simple experiment.

Somehow the impromptu tirade Ivy was about to unleash on the warlock was thwarted by the excitement that filled Turner’s usually-solemn face.

“Princess Ivy, you are showing. Oh my. You are far enough for some scans. Let us see what we’re working with.” Turner ushered Ivy to the medical bed.

Ivy allowed herself to be urged along, unexpectedly curious. It was true that the curve of her abdomen had only extended, her belly pushing out, creating a bulge in even her largest dresses. She was no longer just plump, she was starting to actually look pregnant.

The scan was fairly quick. When Turner saw it, he gasped.

“What is it?” Ivy asked, sitting partially upright by leaning on her elbows. Turner did not seem celebratory or even happy. Undoubtedly this was another failure.

“There are five,” said Turner.

“What?” said Ivy in confusion. “Five what?”

“Children. You are carrying five.”

That was ludicrous. “You’re not serious?”

Turner allowed her to see the scans for herself.

Ivy went numb. How was it even possible? What had the warlock done to her? “It’s not…viable?” she managed.

“Everything appears to be going smoothly so far. Quite well.”

“But…” Ivy tried to gather her composure. “This couldn’t possibly work. This is ridiculous.”

“Princess, you are not to worry. Each embryo is growing perfectly fine. Everything is in order.”

Everything was not in order. There were five. That was insane. This could not possibly work with five. Ivy was still trying to wrap her head around what the warlock was saying. “Do you think that I would be able to— Do you think it could even work with five?”

“In the old days, multiples were actually quite common. Of course your growth will be a bit more—substantial, but with careful monitoring—”

“I am not an animal. This is a damn litter.” Ivy’s breathing was thinning. “This—this probably won’t work out anyway.”

“Princess, this has been an incredible success thus far. They are strong and your body is facilitating not rejecting as you experienced previously.”

There was a humming outside. Against the windows. At first it could have been ignored, but it was steadily intensifying. Ivy dropped down from the bed and walked over to the windows, buttoning her dress as she moved.

“Another protest?” asked Turner.

“Yes.” Ivy drew in a deep draw of air. “Call my uncle.”

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The three of them met in Derrin’s study, a place where Derrin liked to conduct more casual meetings. Ivy was seated at the mahogany table there. Like the medical wing, the study was on the west side of the palace with a skewed view of the main entry gate and the courtyard, outside of which the protest was manifesting.

The sky was growing dark. A storm was coming.

Derrin was silent for a long while, staring out the window at the growing number of dissidents outside of the gate. Finally he turned around to face his guests. “This is better than expected,” he said.

Ivy’s expression twisted but she did not look up from glaring at the table. “It’s too many.”

“There is nothing to be done. You are—this matter is delicate, Ivy. And you’re in desperate need of heirs. We should be celebrating, not griping that you were given more than you wanted.”

There was a clap of thunder followed immediately by the sound of heavy rainfall, the sky darkening even more. A chanting could be heard even over the rain: “The monarchy is dead!”

“It is true, there is nothing that can be done,” said Turner. “Even if termination was legal, it would be too dangerous for you and all the offspring. Perhaps if you had come to see me earlier…but even then….”

“Ivy,” said Derrin. “It is time that we all accept your good fortune.”

“Have you gone mad uncle?” Ivy stood. “Five babies? I’ll burst!”

There was a clanging noise outside. Perhaps the storm had increased the urgency or anger, because the protesters were now beating at the front gates.

“I’ll summon the royal guard,” said Derrin, and he left as though the matter was over.

Turner said, “I assure you, the human body is fully capable of stretching to—”

“Stop,” said Ivy, wrinkling her nose.

Of course, Ivy could overrule them. Order Turner to terminate all five if she desired. How could there be so many? Ivy looked down at her rounded abdomen. It was full of babies. Heirs.

The clanging was getting more loud and violent. Ivy could hear the guards yelling for the protesters to back down. How long would these protests keep occurring?

After her parents’ passing, Ivy had failed to win the hearts of the people.

“The monarchy is dead!”

“They think your family’s reign is over,” said Turner quietly. “With no line, there is only uncertainty. They see no reason to be loyal.”

“Watch your tongue,” said Ivy hotly.

There was a loud banging noise. Turner hurried to the window. “They’ve broken through the gate. They might try to storm the palace. Princess, we should get you somewhere safe.”

But Ivy was walking swiftly out of the room. She turned down the hall, towards the grand balcony directly overseeing the courtyard. It was where her parents had regularly spoken to their subjects to be showered with cheers of love and adulation. When Ivy opened the doors and walked out, she was instantly soaked in the heavy torrential rain. But somehow through the storm, the screams, and the fighting, the people saw her.

Ivy raised her arms, and the rain stopped pouring on her. She hesitated, and spread her hands. The scope of her magic spread as well, clouds parting as the storm cleared over the courtyard and the crowd. The people gradually calmed and gazed up at her in amazement, realizing what she had done. Even Ivy was surprised by the depth of her power. This magic was beyond her capabilities. She looked at her belly, and so did everyone else. After all, her dress was soaked through. Her weight gain was obvious.

Perhaps this was the moment that she should have reassured them. She should have said something grand and inspiring as her mother had on countless occasions before.

But Ivy had neither the charisma nor the certainty. “Please!” she shouted, her voice entreating beyond her intentions. “Indulge me.” And she left.

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