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Imp, Part 8
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Summary: A beleagered and underpaid clerk by day, Lyla is doing the thankless work of at least three people at her job. By night she is an aspiring witch. Well, kind of. She's only ever read about spells and rituals until now, as she decides to summon and bind an imp to her service to help with her staggering workload. At first the summoning ritual seems to yield nothing...until, that is, her belly swells and she unexpectedly births her newly indentured demonic servant from the portal now rooted within her womb. Contains: demonic pregnancies, birth, eventual multiples, lactation, magical shenanigans. Idea submitted by Chel.
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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The whole situation was utterly insane.
Rose watched Lyla wail on the ground, just screaming at the top of her lungs.
Lyla’s belly was enormous. It was rocking and heaving as she struggled beneath it. Her feet scuffed at the floor as her hands clutched and scrabbled at her huge mass. It looked as though it was practically crushing the rest of her comparatively small body.
Suddenly Lyla’s thighs spread wide, as though wrenched open by some invisible force. She grunted and groaned as more of the purple fluid pooled beneath her tense body.
Lyla’s muscles were braced, her face flushed as sweat dampened her forehead. Her belly had to be the size of a beach ball as it heaved above her, rising up and down, up and down. Lyla fidgeted and fumbled, as though wanting to escape the outrageous mass attached to her. The way it pulsed made Rose think of an overinflated bubble.
Rose came out of her reverie. She realized she had been standing there staring motionlessly, incapacitated by the surrealism of her colleague’s condition. Lightly shaking herself, she hurried to Lyla, kneeling down by her thighs to take a peek at what was transpiring.
As if on cue, Lyla’s panties tore to shreds, as if by sheer force of magic. Lyla threw her head back and howled in pain, the sounds so sharp and piercing, they rattled every nerve in Rose’s body.
“What can I do!?” Rose stammered in rising panic. Sure, she was a capable witch, but she had never delivered a baby.
“Nnngghh…nothing,” Lyla managed, her jaw clenched, her face contorted in pain. “Uuu…usually…happens…f-fast—oooh!”
Lyla’s belly was positively pumping. Rising up and down, up and down—it was truly bizarre. Other times it would clench, and Lyla would release another of those piercing screams, as her back arched and veins rose on her forehead. Rose realized these were contractions, Lyla’s belly squeezing in on itself and turning so red, it looked like her belly would burst. Her legs were spread painfully wide as her hands continued to scrabble against her own flesh, desperate for relief from the impossible pressure.
Rose could merely stare as Lyla’s body throbbed and heaved like a sleeping beast. The magic of it was truly fascinating.
Lyla released a high-pitched squeal that jolted Rose. Rose got down low, again peeking between Lyla’s thighs, where she could see something was crowning, just squishing forward. She stared in fascination as Lyla croaked, then pushed, groaning, then sobbing. All as Lyla’s thighs opened so wide they looked like they might separate from their joints.
“Fuck,” was the sole syllable Rose managed to produce as she watched the – thing – shove another inch forward. Every bit of progress was punctuated by a squeal, Lyla now holding her head and sobbing, her plump breasts seeping profusely into the tattered remains of her shirt.
Lyla’s eyelids fluttered. For a fleeting instant, Rose feared she would pass out.
The crowning mass shoved forward again, as though by its own accord, proceeding into life with or without Lyla’s participation.
“Fuhhhh…goddddd!” Lyla wailed, the cords on her neck visibly straining. “ROSEEEE!” she screamed as the head popped free.
“Holy shit,” Rose breathed, Lyla screaming so hard that Rose’s ears were ringing. She watched the thing push and shove out, the labor progressing with impossible speed.
“Errrrghhhh!” Lyla’s legs quavered. Finally, the creature pushed entirely out of her and plopped onto the floor, Rose too stunned to even think to catch it.
Rose was in a daze. All she could hear was Lyla’s panting. A large infant squirmed on the ground, its skin a blood red color. It looked like a small demon.
“Guhhhh…” Lyla moaned, tears pouring down her cheeks as she pressed her hand against the top curve of her belly, as though trying to placate a fitful creature. She huffed and puffed, struggling to breathe, her belly rising and falling correspondingly.
“Imp…” Rose breathed, so faintly she herself hardly heard it. But it was actually true. Lyla had produced an imp. “I… What do I do? What…”
Lyla screamed hoarsely, her huge belly back to its weird pumping motions. As Rose gazed at the daunting mound, she came to realize it did not look any smaller since Lyla had given birth, not even a little. The blood red creature was writhing even more furiously on the ground, looking as though it was trying to get onto all fours. But that seemed impossible. It had just been born.
“Errrgghhhh!” Lyla roared.
Rose’s gaze quickly snapped from the creature back to her former friend. And as she peeked again under the remains of Lyla’s ripped skirt, she could see that a new being had crowned, and was proceeding even more rapidly than the last one, Lyla grunting with every inch it forced its way forward.
“Is this normal?” Rose stammered.
Lyla just screamed, an even bigger head burst forward with a gush of shining purple fluid. This imp appeared to have skin so dark a blue, it looked nearly black.
“Mgghhhh…ngghhh…” One shoulder shoved its way out, straining her even more – straining her impossibly.
“How long is this supposed to —?” Rose started.
Lyla’s body shuddered, then expelled the second imp, practically spitting out.
Lyla released a wheezy noise, her eyes rolling up as she dropped her head back against the floor. But by the way her body was quavering, Rose could tell she was still conscious.
And again, even with the ejection of the second imp, Lyla’s belly remained so swollen it was a pink color, nudges and veins periodically rising to the surface. Not only was it not shrinking after each birth, it might have been getting larger.
“Is this normal?” Rose repeated, more urgently this time.
“I don’t —” Lyla released a choked noise, pawing at some spot on the side of her stomach. Her belly button throbbed, looking obscenely large. “Every pregnancy’s different,” Lyla gasped out, her thighs twitching and opening a bit more.
Rose just shook her head. “This is madness,” she muttered.
Lyla was busy grunting and groaning, her body furiously working on pumping out yet another imp creature.
As Rose looked around the room in her dazzled state, she noticed something. “Wait…where’s the blue one?”
Rose had no clue where it could have gone. It was a helpless newborn. She could see its red-skinned sibling still sprawled on the floor, occasionally squirming or twitching while making indecipherable murmuring noises.
“Anngh!” Lyla croaked as yet another baby imp popped out of her, this one green.
There was too much going on. Rose felt disoriented. She swiveled her head, continuing to look around the room when she heard a noise outside. A muffled thud? Her eyebrows furrowing, she walked to the door and opened it. She soon found herself wandering into the hallway, Lyla’s moans fading as she made her way towards a janitor closet, where she could hear more commotion.
“Blue?” she said as she opened the door.
To Rose’s shock, her coworker, Reese, was seated in the closet, gagged and tied to a desk chair as it slowly revolved. He attempted to scream, but his words were muffled by what appeared to be several dirty rags stuffed into his mouth.
“What the hell?” she said.
There was a chittering noise behind her. Rose turned around and shrieked, before covering her mouth. She stared in shock at the — the monster before her. Heart in her throat, she stumbled back, nearly falling into Reese’s lap. It was only when the creature slowly blinked at her that she recognized it.
“Blue?” she gasped out.
He was huge! He resembled an ogre, big and thick, towering over her. But his navy blue skin was unmistakable. This was the very imp Lyla had birthed not ten minutes earlier!
“Holy fuck, you grew fast!” Rose said in disbelief.
Blue simply narrowed his eyes at her, as if with suspicion. His jaw did an odd tic, and suddenly her hands were drawn behind her by some invisible force. She felt something wrap around her wrists and craned her neck to find the tie Reese had been wearing was now binding her arms.
“Wait, what are you doing? I’m a friend, Blue! I – I know your mom!” Rose insisted.
Reese just blinked up at them both in horror. His eyes went cross, then his body slumped as he passed out right where he was sitting.
Blue, meanwhile, had armed himself with a mop. He jabbed at her threateningly. Tripping somewhat, Rose managed to back out of the closet.
“Okay, okay,” she said, as Blue used the mop’s head to jab her in the direction of the meeting room she had just exited. She could hear Lyla’s moaning and panting. It sounded as though she was doing lamaze by then.
Rose walked back into the room, Blue’s pounding footsteps following close behind as he continued to wield the mop threateningly. Though enormous and indeed strange, he looked remarkably childish and gentle, despite being the size of a full-grown ape.
Lyla was still in her same spot on the ground, just as pregnant as she had been when Rose had left. It appeared she had produced two more imps and was working on shoving out yet another.
“What the hell is going on,” Rose said to herself.
In her peripheral vision, she spotted Blue doing another odd motion, then Rose’s ankles snapped sharply together, a new set of binds materializing around them. It was so unexpected that Rose was left off-balance. She flopped down face-first, yelping as she banged her nose on the floor. She suddenly found herself hogtied. “What the actual FUCK!” she screeched indignantly.
Blue lumbered over, frowning down at her. Several other newborn imps crawled, hobbled, or walked over to surround her, joining Blue in his appraisal.
Rose chuckled nervously. Hey…everyone. I’m your auntie,” she croaked.
The imps slowly closed in on her.
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Jim very much enjoyed his work at the firm. He always arrived bright and early. The job wasn’t too demanding. After all, he had the clerks do all his grunt work (and then some). He chuckled to himself as he unlocked the door and entered the building.
Jim walked into the elevator and headed up to the third floor. He was surprised to see most of the lights were still on. Typically, it was the responsibility of the last people at the office to turn off the lights and lock everything up. He shook his head in disappointment. Someone’s getting a write-up, he thought.
One of the meeting room doors stood ajar, and Jim was appalled to see some garbage and – was that spilled juice? – on the floor. Who the hell at the firm drank grape juice anyway? “So juvenile,” Jim muttered, making a note to check the security camera footage, as he pushed the door open and walked into the room.
He froze in his tracks at the scene before him.
An enormously round woman was lying sprawled on the floor, her abdomen throbbing forcefully, as every few moments, a plump baby just popped out from under her skirt and plopped onto the floor.
Were they babies? They were multicolored, and looked like…monsters?
In fact, there were creatures all around! All of various shapes and sizes, twiddling their little clawed fingers as they chittered amongst themselves. Several turned, staring at Jim with mouths full of fangs.
Jim stumbled away from them, nearly tripping over something rather soft, warm and…wiggly?
He looked down in horror at one of the clerks. She was hogtied, and had purple fluid running down her chin. She moaned up at him, looking as though she was in a stupor. Her moans were cut off as one of the creatures – a relatively small one – walked over to her and shoved the spout of a canteen into her mouth. She gulped helplessly, her blouse straining against a plump, squishy belly.
Jim released a bloodcurdling scream. He turned and fled, but ended up crashing into another of the monsters. A big one! Jim fell to the ground, staring in fear at the blue giant towering over him.
“P-please,” Jim stammered. “Let me go. I’ll do a-anything,” he choked out, tears pouring down his cheeks.
“Ughhhhh…” groaned the massively pregnant woman on the floor, her thighs shuddering. An especially fat, gray-skinned monster baby plopped out of her, rolling somewhat from the momentum.
Several of the creatures regarded Jim, then looked at each other. The big blue one leaned down and grabbed hold of Jim’s tie.
