The Shape of Happiness

The Shape of Happiness
A human wizard and his gynosphinx girlfriend engage in a little prenatal bonding before their litter comes into the world. Of course, with how many buns are baking in this oven, things need to get a little unconventional...

Tags: Human/Sphinx, Male/Female, Hyper-Pregnancy, Belly Rubs, Belly Worship, Belly Smothering
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The full moon hung low and full over the savannah, resplendently pregnant with luminescence. Men had retreated to the safety of their homes, whilst the beasts of the wild roamed freely, engaging once more in the age-old struggle of predator and prey; the cycle of eat or be eaten repeating yet again...

"BBBUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPP!"

Ulik waited for the last echoes of that monstrously contented belch to finish echoing from the walls of their cave before he shook his head and quipped, "Truly, you are the daintiest flower to ever grace the savanna, Ihmi." Despite the sarcasm of his words, he smiled in amusement, robbing them of any sting they might have held.

Ihmi simply grinned a feline grin... of course, being a gynosphinx, one could argue that every grin she had was by default a feline grin. "A growing girl needs her nourishment, my little lover. After all, I'm eating for two... dozen," she said, patting her stomach with one curiously hand-like paw (or was it a paw-like hand?) whilst the other hurled the denuded ribcage of what had been a bull camel only that morning back into the shadowy portions of the cave beyond their campfire.

Truly, it would have been hard for a man of the savanna to name an odder couple on sight than Ulik and Ihmi. The latter would have been strange enough, for she was a gynosphinx; a magical being with the body of a great cat, the wings of an eagle, the face of a woman with a cat's eyes and ears, and the bosom of a woman. Most of her body was covered in tawny fur, streaked with intricate patterns of yellowish red and dark ochraeceous brown, but her face and unclad bosom were adorned with silky-soft skin of a dusky dravidian shade of brown - most beautiful, in the eyes of any native - and offset by a great mane of inky blue-black hair, long locks wound into a flowing braid that ran down the length of her body.

But Ulik? He would have been even odder to the eyes of the natives. For Ulik hailed from the mythical lands to the far north, a realm of cold and darkness that even Ihmi had once thought of as purely the stuff of folklore. Driven from the lands he had called home by his delving into fields of magic that were opposed by the local theologies, his insatiable hunger for knowledge had drawn him to the burning deserts and steaming jungles of the south - and to a fate meeting with Ihmi. With his pale skin and fair hair, Ulik looked more like a corpse that walked than a breathing man, to the darker denizens of the southlands.

But their oddities had never repulsed each other. Indeed, it had drawn them together. Ihmi was many things to Ulik. A confidant, a tease, a challenge to his wits, a tester of his sanity...a trusted friend and a dearly loved mate.

But the one thing she was, more than anything else, was pregnant.

A healthy specimen of an adult sphinx, Ihmi was the size of a Clydesdale; over 12ft long and nearly 10ft tall, with a broad back that Ulik could have stood upon without losing his balance - and more than once, he'd nestled down between hawk-like wings that spanned the width of three men's shoulders and ridden her back as the half-woman half-cat had raced across the moonlit dunes.

But huge as she was, she was still dwarfed by her belly. Crammed with more cubs than Ulik would have sworn an army of lionesses could have had in a year, the gravid orb stretched the length of her torso, pushing up her breasts - now swollen to the size of overripe melons with milk to feed the oncoming litter - and splaying forelimbs and hindlimbs alike. At its apex, Ihmi's stomach jutted easily two or three feet past her flanks, and stretched so low that it lifted her inches above the sandy floor; only by stretching could she make contact with all four paws again. Bloated as she was, it was no wonder the mother-to-be had taken to resting as much as she could, and to magically-aided flight when mobility was demanded.

Truthfully, Ulik could easily believe her claim that it had taken the whole camel to sate her unborn brood. A part of him actually wondered if it would be enough...

A purring chuckle drew the spirit-binder from his musings, making him look up at his lover. "Are you admiring your handiwork, sweetmeat? Am I not the most spectacularly swollen sphinx specimen to have ever graced your eyes?" Ihmi teased him, her leonic tail flicking gracefully in the shadowy boundary of the campfire's glow.

"That you most certainly are, my love," Ulik agreed. "Truly, it still staggers my mind to see you in this state - I can scarcely believe how big you've gotten."

"Oh? Is that so?" Ihmi asked, a mischievous grin playing on her fulsome lips. "Well, permit me to assist you in appreciating the weight of reality..."

That cheeky pun was the only warning that Ulik received before Ihmi leaned back on her overtaxed hindlegs and, with the aid of a timely flap of her mighty wings, sprang forward in what was less the elegant pounce of a sleek lioness and more the lumbering hop of an overweight frog. Still, it was quicker than the human wizard could react to, and he found himself knocked from his seat beneath the sphinx's flying bulk and carried roughly to his back upon the soft, smooth sand that made up the floor of their chosen dwelling. In that self-same instant, he was pinned down as Ihmi's vast belly rolled over his body, the world around him blotted out beneath a canvass of velvety fur and silken skin wrapped around a hugely engorged womb.

He was buried in darkness, practically unable to move, unable to see. His world contracted to the warmth washing over him from head to toe, the feel of taut-stretched skin subtly deforming around him, and the playful tickle of fur against his exposed face. The texture was like nothing he had ever experienced before; firm to the touch, and yet with just enough give to mold itself to fit him. He could feel the liquid weight held inside of her womb, a veritable lake of birthing waters tightly nestled within her massive midriff. Within that lake, forms twitched and flexed; the curled masses of their children floating peacefully in their watery cradle. Ulik could make out at least three or four of them, rubbing against his various limbs - and one more that, as far as he could tell, was sitting squarely on his chest, almost in imitation of her mother.

Far above, Ihmi smiled proudly to herself. "Riddle me this; what has doubled her own weight in babies, yet still moves too fast for a silly manling?" She asked, smirking with feline satisfaction at her own cleverness.

Silence greeted her. Long seconds slowly ticked by, and Ihmi's ears flattened nervously against her head. "Ulik? My sweet?" She asked, an uncharacteristic timidness betraying her voice. When nothing answered her, she began to rock her massive bulk backwards and forwards, awkwardly trying to scoot her swollen stomach back away from her mate's face.

Below, Ulik could feel Ihmi's rocking as waves of pressure and release on his torso. In truth, it was a good thing that his studies into the forbidden arts of necromancy and conjuration had taught him how to hold his breath, for otherwise there was a very real chance he could have smothered under the sheer mass of his pregnant spouse. But slowly she inched backwards, until finally, with one mighty wriggle, his face popped back into the welcome coolness of the outside world, and he greedily gulped air back into his aching lungs.

"Ulik?! Are you okay?" Ihmi asked, now openly worried about her diminutive spouse.

Ulik inhaled and exhaled steadily, before pulling with all of his might, allowing him to slide an arm free from beneath her stomach. "I'm fine, my desert rose. Merely struck breathless by your beauty," he assured her, reaching up to playfully caress one of the huge breasts that dangled so tantalizingly above him, concealing him from Ihmi's sight.

He could feel the sphinx first shiver as his fingers brushed her aereola, and then relax, practically melting back atop him again. "You are such a naughty little plaything," she scolded him, but the warmth of her tone made her relief all too clear - as did the beginnings of a purr that he could feel rumbling from deep inside of her, Ihmi's pregnant stomach amplifying the vibrations so they seemed to reverberate with his very bones.

And not just his. Suddenly, he felt a strange motion against his side - a kick from inside of the sphinx's womb. And then there was another, and another, and another. Ihmi's belly visibly rippled and roiled as her cubs began to squirm and wriggle, stretching all six limbs and nuzzling against the intruder they could feel pressing against their home of these past eight months. It was nothing that Ulik hadn't felt before - but never in such a quantity! Above him, Ihmi simply continued to purr, a bell-like giggle echoing through their cavernous den.

"Ah, look, my love; our babies want to meet you. It's never happened before, you know? No sphinx has ever had a daddy before - at least, not one that hung around to meet their children," she purred.

"I remember. I still say that the androsphinxes are fools. What higher cause could there be than being with a beautiful gynosphinx and helping her to rear your cubs?" Ulik asked, running his free hand over the upper expanse of Ihmi's stomach, feeling one of their children pushing out under his palm as if trying to nuzzle its head against his hand through her skin.

"Beautiful...?" Ihmi asked, her usual coyness replaced by a rare and uncharacteristic shyness.

"Ravishingly," Ulik assured her, attempting to nuzzle her belly with his cheek as she shifted forward, partially squishing his face against the tawny mass. "You are a fertility goddess made manifest; beauty, brains and babies in one intoxicating package."

He wasn't simply reassuring the oft-fragile ego of his lover, either. A fetishistic appreciation of pregnant women was... in hindsight, the lesser of his sexual deviancies, and being almost literally smothered under her massive baby bump had him almost achingly erect... if only he could reach his penis under the sheer mass of maternal flesh pinning him to the sand. He tried to wriggle his hips, hoping vainly to at least coax it out of the prison of his tunic.

Now, whilst Ihmi was understandably somewhat distracted by the constant motions from within her, that didn't mean she was unaware of the human's predicament. It just took her a little longer to register the feeling against her dramatically expanded stomach. When she knew what it was, she grinned coyly. "A goddess, am I...? Well, then, little morsel; prove it. Your goddess demands proper praise..."

Hidden below the gourd-like heft of the sphinx's bosom, Ulik smirked; this was a familiar game to them both. "Ah, but how can I offer praise to she whose stomach eclipses the moon, and whose beauty outshines the sun? Truly, you are fecundity made manifest; in your womb lies the seed of nations unborn, kings and queens who shall command the elements themselves to do their will. You dwarf the mountains in your glory, and your beating wings bring forth the rains and the winds to clad your fertile flanks..."

Ihmi shivered in glee; she had always had a weakness for praise, and Ulik's shamelessly slick tongue was one of the many things that she found so attractive about him. "Yes, I am majestic," she agreed, "And will you be faithful to me?"

"I swore an oath, oh queen-mother; I am yours in sickness and in health, until death itself takes me from your grip. Until the day I die, I will love you and praise you, feed you and bathe you, worship you and ravish you!" Ulik reached out with his arms as best he could, failing to encompass even a small portion of the sphinx's pregnant belly in his lustful embrace. He caressed her hungrily, combing through the soft fur of her underbelly and tracing erotic glyphs on her sensitive skin with his nails in his vain efforts to rub and brush her rippling stomach, making Ihmi gasp and flutter her wings.

"And breed me? Will you help me to rear out cubs? Will you fill me with seed when I demand - make me bigger than I am already?" Ihmi demanded hungrily. Already she was picturing her next pregnancy - to be able to say such a thing with certainty! No gynosphinx would ever dream of bearing more than one litter in her life, such was the disdain with with their androsphinx counterparts regarded the act of breeding. Visions of herself swollen too big to walk, or even to fly, completely helpless and dependent upon Ulik to aid her in daily tasks, filled her head and made her loins drip with arousal, the heady musk of sphinx-lust starting to fill the air.

"Yes! Yes I will! You cannot become more pregnant, more beautiful than you are now, but I swear that I will help you try!" Ulik gasped. His cock ached with arousal and the efforts of being pinned down, precum having made a slimy stew of his pants. Frantically, he stroked and caressed, kneaded and rubbed; he even tried to lick at Ihmi's stomach, though he would be the first to admit that doing so was not a skill he was likely to master.

Their unborn cubs fluttered and squirmed, tormenting mother and father alike with their movements, spurring them on. Ihmi panted and purred, the reverberations making Ulik's bones shake, until suddenly she cried out, "Enough!"

With a titanic feat of strength and a mighty flapping of her wings, she heaved herself off of Ulik, who stared at her dumbly for a moment. Ihmi shot her human a hungry look, and then dragged her bulk around, flagging her tail at him as he stared at the dripping - no, *gushing* folds of her steamy wet cunt, the musk of her arousal hitting Ulik's nose with the subtlety of a gnoll's punching him in the face. "Your words are sweet, but your goddess demands a true act of worship! Prove yourself to me, and give unto me your lustful flesh in tribute..."

Ulik needed no further encouragement; tearing away his sodden pants, he didn't even bother removing his shirt. Swiftly he strode across the sandy floor, letting Ihmi's tail settle across his shoulder like a whip as she shifted back, using her belly to prop herself upright as he slid his aching cock inside of her womanhood. Silken folds of womanly flesh wrapped around him with bestial ardor, and he began to thrust like a man possessed, whilst Ihmi growled and snarled like the lioness she so resembled.

It was sloppy, fumbling sex; taut as it was, Ihmi's belly was not exactly the most stable of platforms. But this was far from their first mating, and they had practiced diligently as she grew bigger and bigger. Ulik moved into the sphinx's body as she wobbled and rolled, the erraticness of her motions intensifying the pleasure of each thrust. As for her? Well, no human woman could match the tightness of her folds, nor the hunger with which they twisted across his shaft, mindlessly hungry to milk him of every precious drop of seed.

But as pleasurable as it was, inevitably, it had to end. Ihmi's roar of satiation would have scared off a whole pride of lions as she came, a thick river of musky sphinx-nectar splashing over Ulik's thighs and drooling in a river down the rearwards curve of her belly. Drowned out quite literally by his lover, Ulik gasped and moaned as he emptied himself into her fertile depths.

The two lovers sagged, Ihmi drooping atop the makeshift bed of her belly, whilst Ulik slumped against her haunches... then, after a moment's thought, he slowly scrambled onto the sphinx's broad back, squirming his way between her wings so that he could lay down with his head on her neck.

They lay together like that, simply catching their breath, before Ulik broke the silence. "I love you, Ihmi."

The sphinx's plump lips curved in a smile, and she reached up with one be-taloned hand to gently stroke the human's pale hair. "And I love you, Ulik... and the babies you're giving me."

Ulik let out a tired chuckle at that. "Yes... I always kind of wanted a big family, but you took my dreams a world beyond that," he confessed.

"You have no idea..." Ihmi purred. "Did you know I'm actually nowhere near the biggest a gynosphinx can get?" she asked coyly.

She could feel the shiver of fear - and smell the surge of arousal - that ran through her human at her words. "You... are you pulling my leg?" Ulik asked her.

"You'll just have to wait and see... daddy," Ihmi purred, lowering her head, closing her eyes and allowing herself to drift off to sleep.

Ulik knew there would be no waking her... and truthfully, he was too tired to really do more than lay down atop his lover and join her in slumber. His last thought before he drifted off was that this was going to be a very strange life... but then, if he had wanted a normal life, he would have become a priest, like his parents intended.