Family Business

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #212
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>Of COURSE he was nervous!
>who wouldn't have been?!
>he watched older imp fiddle about his papers, and slowly shuffle about the room for the umpteenth time
>Nooo, sir, no need to rush!
>It's not like my wife's LIFE's on the line!!!
>his expression softened, slightly, as he took a glance at his beloved...
>...taking her all in

>it began a couple of months ago...
>she would wake up feeling ill, and could barely make it to work with her breakfast still intact
>this then began to leave her hungry throughout the day - famished, even
>at one point, she had even gotten into a fight with Loona over lunch
>that's how they found out, funnily enough: in the middle of the burgeoning row, she suddenly stopped, took a couple of sniffs, and with eyes widening, she began to sniff the imp all over
>turning to him, she just said

"Get her checked out."

>and then returned to her desk, lunchless
>they visited their P. D. that afternoon (Blitzo let them off early after privately discussing something with Loona, sporting a wide smile and putting two thumbs up... Until the phone rang), and he felt the nerves in his back turn to ice, when he handed her the measuring cup
>to be fair, they could've just gotten a tester from the store, but neither of them wanted to risk fit at that point
>he had to smile - she was so embarrassed about it, so flustered
>it was so gosh darn adorable!
>...and then, it came back blue...
>he... Couldn't begin to describe how he felt, only that Millie felt the same, as he picked her up and they spun around in the tiny room, laughing and crying, before ending up in a kiss so deep it left them breathless
>not that that could stop them from laughing
>God, she looked so beautiful then!
>Oh, Millie...
>she looked so fearful right now, but she held out strong!
>they both had to, considering what was to come...

>it began in the second month
>from one day to another, her morning sickness disappeared, while her appetite kept increasing

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>she went from eating petite brunches to gorging on veritable feasts, whenever she could - as a consequence, they kept arriving to work later and later, as her meal preparations took longer and longer, so, she toot to snacking in between meals instead
>a good thing, perhaps, as Loona - still not willing to take from someone who's eating for two (or more) - only grew crankier with each lunch steal passed up
>...something which she substituted with daydrinking instead
>one frantic, late-night call from Blitzo to help an alcohol-poisoned Hellhound to ER was already one time too many
>however, that was - as far as Moxxie was concerned - a parallel problem
>worrying, but not his to deal with
>after all, an imp's worries should be reserved for his wife, not his boss' adoptive daughter/pet/receptionist
>and BOY, did Mollie occupy the whole lot
>he expected her to put on weight - that much was a given, and in a way, he was actually looking forward to it
>seeing his beloved with a bit of extra fluff
>but neither of them were prepared for THIS
>Millie's weight escalated at an all arming rate, yet, her body seemed to find newer and newer ways to... "Distract" them from it
>turning her toned thighs (already her most prominent features) into long, thundering pillars of beauty
>turning her modest, pert posterior into a bouncy bubble butt
>she actively began to shred her increasingly threadbare pants with sudden movements - especially when her hips widened to match the rest of her assets
>the chubb seemed to spare the rest of her for the most part, though, she did go up a cup size or two, her small, perky pointy breasts filling out her top
>her arms became softer, too - muscles hidden under a layer of adipose - as did her face
>her washboard stomach gained a layer of plush softness as well, accentuating her forming baby bump
>...a rather steadily growing baby bump

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>still, she kept exercising, especially when she began to pack on the pounds, which left her cellulite-free...
>...and starving
>so far, the only moods wings Moxxie had noticed was her flying into a hangry rage, and either demanding to be fed, or to be fucked
>repeatedly

>in Moxxie's expert opinion, pregnant sex was the best

>and even if he wasn't outright ORDERED to perform his husbandly duties, he could hardly keep his hands off his wife, often resulting in the two of them being even more late than usual
>and while Blitzo didn't seem to mind them being delayed by meal preparations ("You are eating for two, Millie!"), he seemed rather cranky whenever the couple showed up disheveled, with the prominent fragrance of sweat and coitus
>conversely, Loona seemed to approve of their erstwhile "make-overs", being much more cordial than usual, to the point of almost - ALMOST - being friendly
>then again, that could've just been the booze
>also, he was sure Blitzo was just too... Prude? Weird? Yes, weird. To point out that his wife was becoming a distraction at work
>sweet merciful Satan, whenever she bent down for something!
>however, the pleasantries ended a mere six weeks in (the night after they dragged Loona to the Detox), when she woke up with a sharp pain in her chest
>never in his life had he felt so angry with himself, being unable to help his beloved
>but nothing seemed to work
>finally - after staring at her bare, somewhat swollen breasts for hours - he gingerly reached out to give them, errr, HER, a massage
>lo and behold her pain seemed to melt away into pleasure as he worked her over, really getting into it...
>...until he felt something wet on his claws

>Millie was lactating
>and she had only just began...

>...by the end of the weekend, she had gone up at least five cup sizes, and she went from cycling between full and empty to cycling between full and full enough for milk to come out on his own

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>when they came in to work next Monday - on time, for once -, Loona took one look at Millie (after a wide-eyed double take, while Blitzo's jaw dropped to the floor), and flatly told them:

"Doctor's. Now."


>two weeks ago, Millie was sitting there, dressed only in a patient's gown, only less buxom and fecund as she was now (her growth having slowed to a crawl, and her routine exercise keeping her in shape - and her nerves intact, he suspected)
>when the doctor was finished with the tests, he called him in as well, to summarize his findings - something which he read out akin to a death sentence:

>Millie wasn't going to be a mother

>she was going to be a broodmother

>the news shocked the two, especially when the P.D. went into details
>broodmothers were a genetical vestige from the early days of Hell, when most demon races haven't formed their tribes and societies yet, and most were still in the process of evolution
>for imps, broodmothers were select females who sacrificed themselves to the propagation of their species, birthing a thousand young in quick succession - with their bodies altering themselves to be up for the challenge
>still, the mortality rate was high - the exhaustion alone was often enough to end them, while diseases or subsequent malnutrition (and then later, morbid obesity), and even the occasional rupture did the rest of them in

>in any case, the message was clear:
>Millie's days were numbered

>this dark revelation hit them like a ton of bricks
>they spent the next couple of days in apathetic lounging (Blitzo had given them an "extended vacation", and took Loona along for the field operations instead, leaving behind an answering machine, and her drinks), only interrupted by him catering to her needs, as if to prepare for the grim future...
>...and by them fucking each other senseless - if they were soon to part, they'll take every opportunity to make the remaining time count (before it became impossible to do so)

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>days turned to a week, then another
>occasionally, he would play her a song, just like old times - although, these were of a more somber tone
>on the upshot, they've invented crying make-outs
>finally, after spending three weeks on nothing but their misery (and each other), they received another call from the doctor

>and so, here they were, in the doctor's office, with him sitting on the plastic chair, and her on the exam table (which now creaked underneath her increased bulk), waiting for the old guy to finally gather his thoughts
>he gazed upon his beloved once more
>though, they were only out of action for a couple of weeks, she had continued to grow, albeit at a now slowed rate
>it was still enough to propel her from, what the sinners called a "shortstack" (which he just called a "hourglass") body, into that of a prehistoric fertility statue's
>while he held one of her hands, the other alternated between propping herself up, and occasionally slipping down to caress her stomach - the baby bump having grown into a veritable hill now
>really, all of her had grown - and the strange thing was, she still didn't feel fat
>sure, she was bigger all over: her breasts were now each larger than her own head, and she had to wear a tank top fashioned out of a large pillowcase (which was already tearing), while her own plush rump elevated her at least a feet higher on the table, a fact made far more apparent by the fact that she wasn't wearing any pants - she had grown to big for even her largest pair, and they were two depressed over the last couple of weeks to go out shopping, leaving her buttcheeks and thunder thighs bare, her tail wrapped over her lap as she sat on the cold table
>she had only grown softer, here and there - on her cheeks, a bit on her arms, but that was about it
>and the best part? Despite doing no actual exercise in the past couple of weeks (although they did remain rather "animated"), there wasn't a dimple of cellulite on her

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>the more he looked at her, the more realized something:
>it really didn't matter what she looked like
>sure, he enjoyed all the extra plush, but really, he couldn't care less about that
>it was her, all her, that kept his spirit intact
>the way she would laugh at his simple puns
>the rapt attention in her eyes, whenever he strum the cords of the old guitar
>the way her cool hands would caress his temples, and the same, now burning hot claws would grab him by the collar and pull him into a hungry kiss
>she was his bliss
>his everything
>and though his heart ached, through the pain, he could still give her a warm, reassuring smile when she glanced back at him, a small, warm smile forming on her lips as well, though, her signature, broad grin had yet to return
>gently, she pulled his hand over her lap, placing it on the hill of her stomach - her warmth coursing through his hands, and filling him with elation, despite it all
>then, the old man spoke up:

"So, how are the luckiest imps in Hell?"

>Moxxie's eyes bugged out with indignation - he couldn't believe his ears!
>After effectively condemn them for nearly a month, he comes to them with this venomous remark - why, he oughta'...!
>Mollie could only stare back at their P.D., likewise incredulously, but kept paying attention

"As it turns out...'

>he went on

"Our worries were unfounded..."

>our worries. OUR WORRIES?! They were the ones who had spent the last week-- wait, what?

"Millie won't become a broodmother."

>...relief washed over them in waves
>Moxxie, in particular, went from wanting to murder the doctor to wanting to kiss him
>Millie, however, remained puzzled

"But then... What's all of... This?"

>she asked, a hand motioning at her body
>the older imp took of his glasses to clean them

"Ah, you see, you happen to have a... Particular condition."

>he put the glasses back on his snout, and explained

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"While you have bits and pieces of the genetic code of broodmothers, you simply don't have enough to become one. However! And this the part that's important!

>and he pulled out a graph, displaying various values

"You still have enough in you for your body to trigger a broodmother-like reaction in response to even a single to a single insemination. As a result, it has began to prepare itself for a brood it'll probably never have!"

"Probably?"

>Moxxie wanted to be sure, but the doctor just chuckled

"It is highly unlikely that that'll ever happen."

>he said, simply

"So, the reason behind this..."

>he said, prodding the imp woman's stomach, only to cause it to slightly jiggle with adipose, which also lead to her breast beginning to quake, causing a nearby Moxxie to gulp, his mouth suddenly dry

"...Is that you're essentially ready to feed for a thousand young. I recommend careful exercise and a balanced diet."

"Oh, thank fuck for that!"

>the smile froze onto Moxxie's face, upon hearing that voice
>the doctor shot him an apologetic look

"WHY ARE YOU HERE?!"

>he screeched, as two familiar figures walked into the room

"Calm the fuck down, Moxxie."

>Loona growled, tiredly, before glancing upon Millie, and involuntarily letting out a wolf-whistle
>her onwer/adoptive father/boss merely nodded towards her with a smile, before turning to Moxxie

"We're just here for "our" booster shot!"

>he said, innocently, while Loona huffed, tail and ears tucked in

"My penicillin."

>she murmured, clearly uncomfortable
>Blitzo paid no heed, as he went on

"In any case, it was YOU who oh-so-graciously recommended this doctor for her, and BOY, were you right!"

>Loona only grumbled some more, while the doctor apologized, stating that he could only find the time for them now, and that, as a matter of fact, THEY were the ones intruding on Loona's session

"Oh well..."

>said Millie, slipping off the table - causing her entire body to jiggle to and fro

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>while the others were busy gathering their thoughts, having probably forgotten their names from the mesmerizing display, the imp mother-to-be spoke severely to the doctor

"Couldn't you have explained this BEFORE I was on the doorstep of the second trimester?"

>she asked, only for the older imp to smile sardonically

"Quarter, you mean."

>Millie blinked, dumbfounded
>Moxxie could only gape - as could Blitzo

"A-A quarter?"

>her boss stamered
>Moxxie's eyes shone brightly

"D-Do you mean?"

"Why, yes!"

>said the old imp

"Due to her special condition, the gestation period lasts a whole 12 months. Of course, the last 3 of these is just the little tyke slowly consuming the placenta and getting ready to leave, and her body will be more than well-adjusted for their birth by then. It should be an easy birth, as your body will have been prepared for worse. Just be sure to drain those milk tanks every once in a while."

>he added, gently prodding her left tit, only for the moan, almost orgasmically, and a pair of wet spots to appear on the front of her "tank top"
>she covered her mouth, embarrassed, and Loona let out another wolf-whistle
>Moxxie couldn't care less, however
>An entire year!
>A whole year they could spend together, away from I.M.P., away from Blitzo, with him taking care of her!
>one could easily make the mistake to think that the imp's eyes were on fire, as Moxxie's peepers glowed desire with determination
>THIS was going to be THEIR year


***

>she was being spoiled
>she knew she had to admit it
>she was being spoiled and pampered, and catered to and adored, and carried on rose petals and blah-blah-blah
>Moxxie was spoiling her

>Millie had to laugh
>this really was the life!
>she spent most of her days at home, doing little more than eating, exercising, occupying the rest of her time until her hubby's return with reading or movies

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>as a result, she continued to grow - unblemished by wrinkles and cellulite she may have been, but that didn't stop her fat ass from starting to hog over half the couch
>even when she exercised together with Moxxie, following the advice given by Ker - a new "associate" (read: crush) of Blitzo's (apparently, the two came together when a now syph-less Loona approached her with an apology for kicking her baby across half the town - thankfully, the little tyke remained unscathed, and the older imp mother proved to be a "forgive and forget" type, or rather, Blizto's type), who happened to be a nurse
>soon enough, she became I.M.P.'s new secretary and medic, as Loona took up her new position as the team's bounty hunter, and - now invested in the company - restructured the agency so that only one of them would be needed for a job
>with Blitzo taking the more wacky "special request" kills, her hunting down specific targets, and Moxxie now acting as both a gunman AND a bruiser in her place, I.M.P. soon became a Hell-wide famous and requested name
>although the acronym had to change after a while, as their commissions, one by one, turned into requests to do GOOD with a mortal still living on Earth
>it was all part of a sweeping wave of "kindness" initiated by a recent success story from Pentagram City: the "Hazbin Hotel", a place that redeemed sinners, essentially doing what Purgatory used to do, before Heaven threw a hissy fit and had it shut down some 70 years ago, because of the humans' Second World War
>now operating as Immediate Mortal Professionals, the company had grown and diversified from a family(-esque) business to one of the emerging new "tigers" of Hell's economy
>imps in general, seemed to be gaining a better hold of their social status, trough financial stability


>a lot can happen under a year
>for Millie, however, it was the easy life - between the feasts (s)exercises and lounging, she almost found herself bored
>almost

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>Blitzo, Ker and Loona visited almost every week
>with the company finally going well, she found her boss going trough what, to her, looked like a second puberty: going from an awkward nobody to a successful and active businessman
>although, it did help that he finally seemed to be settling down - he and Ker seemed to have hit it off nicely, and Blitzo was proving himself to be quite an adept father
>the kid's dad had been a victim of the exterminations, and the poor had to shoulder raising her son all on her own
>thankfully, with Loona discovering her sense of decency upon being cured of syphilis (a recovery made all the more evident by her now dark gray sclera, her uveitis disappearing completely), she found herself in the shakey embrace of their boss
>Loona, in general, was much more pleasant to have around, now that she moved pass her "moody teenager" phase (and syph), becoming an effective tracker and manhunter - she would often brag about her hits to make smalltalk with her, clearly a bit flustered by seeing, well, ALL of her in all her glory
>Ker was equally pleasant to have around, giving her a number of tips and pointers, both as a nurse, and as a mother herself - and her son was just the most adorable little hellspawn she had ever seen
>Blitzo... Remained Blizto - he was always fun to be around, but now, he had an air of maturity around him (instead of the usual empty confidence)

>and then...
>there was Moxxie, himself
>God, Moxx...
>while he would often serenade about how lucky he felt to have earned her love, she couldn't begin to describe how good it felt to just... Be with him
>his voice, his loving gaze, his adoration, the little puns he made
>it was all so much, too much for a simple imp girl like her!
>but he was there, he was hers, and he was more - so much more...
>though initially the submissive of the two, his up-and-coming fatherhood had given him a confidence boost rivaling some well-known drugs

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>it also made him absolutely ravenous in bed - being the performer he was -, just as ravishing in return
>he'd gotten rather creative, too - the sexercises were his idea, and they worked surprisingly well - often leaving both of them more exhausted than their regular, joint exercises did, although, as of recent, he was more quicker on the rebound
>his newfound stamina (and strength), however, had a more mundane - if kinky - explanation:
>with her still producing milk for a thousand young (and with half of that going Ker due to her own "breast milk deficiency" - though, they had seen her breastfeed just fine before, and her, Blitzo and Loona all seemed to faintly smell of cheese as of recent, and the formerly single mother looked a lot more refreshed and youthful), her hubby had found a... Fairly straightforward answer
>the others would often joke about him showing up with a milk mustache, but the effects: thorn suits, bulging muscles, and hours-long "exercise sessions" spoke for themselves
>it had to be an amazing sight - seeing him lift her, ALL of her, off her feet, just out of the blue, to spin around, both laughing merrily
>it definitely FELT amazing
>that was him
>all amazing
>all loving
>all her


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>all fun must come to an end, however, and one fine morning, Millie woke up with what felt like a knot in her abdomen
>there was little to no pain, just... Pulling, and the kicks of the little imp inside - girly had been increasingly active in the past couple of months (because it was a girl), and now, she had plainly made her demands known...
>...by making her wet the bed
>gently, she roused him from his sleep

"Moxxie..."

>she said, softly

"It's time."

>Moxxie's eyes immediately popped open
>soon enough, he was racing around their apartment in a frenzy - they've recently moved into a larger flat, in anticipation of their newest family member, and her husband was now having trouble finding stuff

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>and while he panicked, she got up, slowly got herself dressed - interrupted by contractions every once in a while -, and picked out some clothes for the next couple of days, for the hospital
>an equally panicking Blitzo soon arrived with the car, together with a tense Loona

"So, this is it, huh?"

>she asked, and Millie just nodded, climbing into the passenger seat

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>it wasn't that bad
>sure, she had to concentrate a lot, and use muscles she quite frankly hadn't been training enough, but it wasn't as painful as many had claimed it would be
>then again, the doctor did tell her it would be easy
>well, she was still exhausted
>exhausted, but proud
>and she wasn't the only one
>her beloved stood above her, teary eyed, with the widest smile she had ever seen since their wedding (and the wedding night - cheeky little devil)
>the little impette that now rested against her chest had their best features - she had clearly taken after her, but, in traces (which would eventually become more than just that), she could see Moxxie in her
>her little, sleeping beauty

***

>well, he could definitely recognize his own vocal talent in her - though, for the time being, her expertise only spread to chirping giggles and coos, or wailing like an air raid siren
>sleepless nights were a given
>and still, she was their little bundle of mischief, their pride and joy
>and she was proving herself to be quite a character, taking the initiative to play with Ker's son
>speaking of initiative...
>Millie was back in business - after a couple more months spent "recuperating" (being with her daughter, exercising and getting a taste of her own medicine, as she still continued to produce enough milk to put a smaller dairy farm out of business), she was back in black, as the team's OG bruiser and heavy lifter
>turns out, even in an era of increasing kindness and decency, there are still people in Hell who simply want to whack someone topsides, and she was the imp for the job!

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>and even if the situation didn't involve murder, she had proven herself to be quite the strongwoman - and looked AMAZING while doing so
>carrying around the weight of a broodmother (sans ALL the offspring) for an entire year, while still keeping fit had left her some serious musculature, which, as the "baby fat" receded, made itself known
>I mean, HOLY HELL did she look good:
>thunder thighs had given way to steely gazelle-like legs, wide-set, child birthing hips and a now more manageable bubble butt remained
>while her washboard abs never returned, you could still feel the hard muscle underneath that fine layer of chubb
>her arms and face, however, lost the extra adipose, returning her youthful glory - with extra guns
>while not bulging like his own, the subtlety was still enough to drive him wild - he had gotten so used to lifting her in the past year, he was genuinely surprised when she first returned the favor
>and, of course, she still retained her massive, milky rack for some time - and even when that went away (leaving behind a few cupsizes as a parting gift), she was still an absolute stunner, soft in all the right places, and pert and perky everywhere else
>the fact that she was an amazing mother (and an amazing lover) on top of all of this just made him melt

>and so, a couple years down the line, a night found them in bed, beside one another

"Minnie really likes playing with Melor..."

>Millie mused, half asleep
>her husband stirred

"Uhuh..."

>he yawned

"Shame he couldn't stay around for long."

"Ker has other things to attend to, honey. And the boy needs his sleep."

>this big boy needed his sleep
>his love, however, was insistent on... Something

"And Minnie's been awfully lonely without him."

"Uhhuh..."

"And, it would be good to teach her that sharing is caring..."

>...where was she...?
>...was she actually...?

"Uhhh, yeah... Satan knows she may run into someone like Loona."

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>Millie chuckled, shifting under the covers
>it's been a while since Hellhound had shed her obnoxiousness, although, the rivalry between the two of them still lingered - though, now in a more friendlier, professional form

"Y-Yeah... But, you know..."

>he felt a hand trace his, and and arm meeting with his own

"I still think Minnie shouldn't be alone..."

"U-Uhhuh..."

>she was breathing into his ear, her body sidled up next to his

"So... You know..."

>did he?
>suddenly, she was on top of him, naked - both of them had taken to sleeping without any clothes on
>her eyes, though half-lidden, glowed in the dark like searchlights
>and she had that growl in the back of her throat that drove him wild

"Let's make another..."

>she purred, arms gripping his shoulders, while her tail began to coil around his hips
>Moxxie gulped
>his mind flashed between two images: the fertility goddess she had become by month 9...
>and the amazon straddling him right now
>he was about to reply, but the blood necessary for his jaws motor functions has been reassigned to the southern regions

>and then, she leaned in close...
>...and whispered into his ear


"Minnie said she wants a little brother for her birthday."


>he could hear the sheepish grin in her voice

"Oh, Millie..."


>they've just spent a day puréeing a bunch of stool pigeons for a drug lord down town
>...and barely a few hours into the night, she was asking for another baby

>his arms wrapped around her, as he pulled her into a kiss, his own tail curling around her torso
>breaking it for only a second, their foreheads touches, as he whispered:

"...You drive me wild..."
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Aaaand that's a wrap.
If any of you are still reading this, thank you for sticking around this thread long enough for me to finish this...
The idea came to me when I saw an artwork of a pregnant Millie (pic related) while trying to look up more pictures about her - and this whole shebang was the result of sleep deprivation mixing together some ideas I had for the next part of the fetish story.

In any case, I hope you enjoyed it, and here's my parting gift for the evening: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWPKuwOXjQc