Spreading The Age Of Glut

by Scarletpath

Summary:

Glut wanted their revenge on Spaw. To build up what they lost. But that's a lot of work Astarion didn't want to be involved with.
Noticing that Astarion isn't like other 'Flesh Walkers', Glut realizes that this undead man would be perfect for another way to grow and spread.

Notes:

*Breaths in*
This is the first kind of story like this that I wrote. The idea tormented me so I had to write it haha.
This was heavily inspired in a twitter discussion about Astarion and size kinks. And I wanted to come up with something unique.
And I guess I did.

There will be a part two. Of what happens later on. And again. I have IDEAS.

UPDATE!!!!

The amazing Lehanan_Aida (both on here and twitter) drew up a sexy scene from chapter 1!!!!
Please check it out!!!! 🥵

https://x.com/LehyScraps/status/1817254486035054727?t=xCM5wYUyPPRPtzSU0Zo_qQ&s=19

Chapter 1

Astarion idly kicked the Duergar's corpse that laid near as he approached the hulking mass of Myconid, Glut. The thing looked him with those putrid chartreuse eyes that seem to just glow in its bulbous head. 

~Flesh walker. You have done well. This is the first step to the Age Of Glut!~  

 

"Yes, yes. We have done what you've asked. The pesky Duergar are dead. Are we done here?" Astarion tapped his foot in annoyance. It always seemed that there was some form of obstacle in their way. People wanting help. Unnecessary trips and risks.  

 

~Soon enough, Tongue Talker. Once I become the new Sovereign of the grotto. To up root Spaw like the cancer he is. You'll gain my reward and favour. ~  

 

Instantly Astarion rolled his eyes with an audible and rather exasperated sigh. 

"You really expect us to go to war for you? We have our own things to worry about. And right now, it's heading to the Forge." He then dismissively waved his hand towards the dead Deep Dwarves.  

"Why don't you just raise your own new army and build a bigger colony. This is more than enough, right?" 

The Myconid song that rang through his head turned shrill as a agitated rumble emanated from Glut. For as large as they were, they were fast too. A large lumpy hand shot out and grabbed Astarion by the throat. The size of their hand was so large it wrapped around Astarion's lower jaw. And with a forceful shove, pinned the man to the hard cave wall. A startled pained cry left him as he scratched and clung to the massive arm, staring wildly at the furious Glut. 

 

~You dare turn away my offer?! You're nothing but weak flesh. Doomed to rot and for us to feast on.~  

 

Glut then leaned in close. A deep chittering emanating from them. Tilting its head just barely as though in thought. 

 

~You….Smell of death. Moving flesh that doesn't rot.~  

 

Glut seemed thoughtful for a moment, moving its hold on Astarion down to his chest, but still firmly pinning him to the hard wall. 

 

~Maybe you're right Rotless One. To spread, colonize and grow. To build an army and take everything from Spaw would be more satisfying.~  

 

A pained yet nervous laugh leaves Astarion. 

"Yes, exactly. Imagine how powerful you could get." He really could care less at this point. Anything to get out from Glut's hold. A slick chuffing sound came from Glut. It almost sounded like laughter but Astarion wasn't really sure if Myconids could laugh. Or have a sense of humour. 

 

~And you'll be the one to usher my Age Of Glut, Rotless One.~  

 

Astarion couldn't help but feel dread twist in his guts. The way Glut said it's new name for him felt both sinister and oddly affectionate. 

"Look here, I don't-" He was then cut off as he started to feel tingly all over. Everything felt hazy as warmth started to pool in the middle of his cold body. 

"..What's happening…What are you…?" Astarion's mind felt muddled. It was hard to think yet when he didn't try and only focused on what he was feeling, it felt good. 

 

~Something to make this more… pleasant. ~  

 

It only took Astarion to a second to understand that Glut had released some type of spore around him. He looked down and saw Glut reach for his middle. The rough texture of their thick fingers deftly reached down into the waist of his pants. Astarion looked on in shock as with one firm tug, Glut brought his pants all the way down to his ankles. Only stopped by the boots he was wearing. Seeing the pair of underwear being the only layer left, Glut merely gripped the fabric by the front and ripped it off Astarion's body. A startled cry left Astarion as he looked over at Glut in horror.  

"NO! Wait, don't! I don't know what you think you're doing!" Cried Astarion, soon followed by a low whine as unwanted arousal caressed his nerves. 

 

~No need to fear my Rotless One. No harm will come to you. Your body is perfect to carry my spores and I need you alive. You'll carry them to the Forge and there you'll spread them.~  

 

Wet cracking sounds were heard as Glut's flesh moved from between its legs. Slowly a thick appendage slipped out from the opening. To say it was phallic was putting it lightly. It was a monstrous thing to behold. Almost as thick as a fist, crooked with what looked like spongy bracket fungus growing from its sides. It curved up to reach over Glut's large stomach, smacking against its flesh with a wet sound. Black ooze started to seep from its thick conical tip.  

Astarion couldn't stop staring at it. Stunned at how anything could have such a cock like that. His thighs pressed together as his nethers betrayed him. Twitching and throbbing in excitement. He could feel the tiny shreds of resistance pull taught, threatening to snap at any given moment. Astarion lets out a sob, shaking his head. Knowing that his body already made its decision.  

"Please… I can't. It won't fit." He pleaded, moaning as Glut moved in close. Astarion pressed his hands against its fat stomach as Glut pressed up against him. Hard hands gripped Astarion's hips making it look almost comically small in Glut's grasp. Glut rolled their hips, their stomach large enough that it forced Astarion's legs to spread apart.  

 

~Are you sure you speak truthfully?~  

 

Astarion felt something thick and spongy prod at his backside. The point of Glut's tip pressed just past the ring. The black slick slipping all over his opening as Glut kept pressing up against it. 

"Nononono… please nooo…" Astarion feebly chanted, begging for it stop. Praying that it would stop feeling good. He was literally pinned between the cave wall and the Myconid's gut. Astarion's hole stretched, clenching around the tip as pulled away. Pushing harder, it widened around the tip. Spasming as it clenched as though it was trying to pull in the thick, oily appendage. Astarion's face was flushed and tear stained. His face twisted in pleasure and shame as the thought of how good it would feel deep inside. It was so inhuman and impossible that thinking about it made him feel dizzy. Was it the spores making him feel this way? Or was this some deep dark desire that was hidden until now. 

".. P-please I… " His mouth gaped as words died in his throat. He didn't know what to say. Was he trying to beg Glut to stop or to keep going.  

 

~You're being very receptive. It's time that we continue.~  

 

And with that, Glut firmly thrusted upwards. A few inches past through the tightly stretched hole. The soft palpable bracket fungus rubbed up against the taught skin. Another rolling thrust pushed them further up, bumping and rubbing up against Astarion's prostate. 

Astarion tried to scream as Glut's impressive girth stretched him wide. His jaw slack as fingers scratched down Glut's chest. Eyes rolling back as he felt that burning stretch destroy that needy itch. Turning cockeyed as the movements of those growths rubbed up against his button as Glut started to slowly thrust back and forth. A strained sound came from him as he could feel Glut pushing in deeper with each roll of their hips. He couldn't help but let out a delirious laugh as he felt how slick Glut felt. That even though his asshole was being stretched further open the deeper Glut went with how its length seemed to widen further down, he felt like he needed this. He should be disgusted but… 

"F-fuuuuck…fuck….Oh, gods. Please…" The pace and steady rhythmic thrusts. It was driving him crazy. Gods, he didn't care anymore. 

"Please… please.. Fuck! Fuck me!" 

It was as if Glut was waiting for this moment as they rolled their hips back and thrusted in fast and hard. The sudden movement caused all those bumps and growths to quickly rub and bump against Astarion's tight ring and prostate. It felt like it was vibrating as they struck those points. And Astarion only saw white as Glut stretched him out. Gasping as his face twisted with overstimulation. A pained look flushed with pleasure. Fingers and toes curled as he arched. With nowhere to move, he jerked, trying to move, thrust, anything as his body was used.  

Wet, hard slapping almost drowned out the long moans that rose in pitch with each thrust. He could feel the other deep, punching further and stretching him out more than he ever had. Then as he finally felt the slap of Glut bottoming out, Astarion felt bump between their flesh. Glut's bulk making it impossible for him to see what made it. Glut dove into his mind with the use of his spores to make him feel a glimpse of how good Astarion was making them feel. How tight and perfect he felt around them. Lust glossed over Astarion's eyes, his head falling back as he moaned out in elation. 

 

~Yesss… My Rotless one.~  

 

With a quick movement Glut moved Astarion away from the stone wall, turning him around while still deep inside. They held Astarion up against their gut, forcing his back to arch up against them. 

 

~See. You can take me well. Look.~  

 

Glut's voice rumbled deeply in Astarion's mind as it ran it's hand over Astarion's lower stomach. Looking down he saw the predominant outline of Glut's girth pressing out. Nerves were alight with pleasure as trembling hand pressed against the bulge in his gut. As Glut slowly pulled back, the bulge went back down. And with a hard thrust, Glut was deep inside again. A strangled cry left Astarion as he witnessed himself getting destroyed. Watching that bulge play peekaboo in his guts. His legs felt numb as he became nothing but a flesh sock. Glut thrusting deeply as the hand that held Astarion's hip pushed him down hard. Eyes rolled to the back of his skull, unable to do anything except moan and whine as he was made to bounce on Glut's bent and bloated cock. 

"D-Deeeeppp -ah- ah- uwah! So.. So deep! Good…good…ohh!" Astarion looked like he was going to weep. His mind overstimulated with the pleasure, the hot stretch and pressure. Mouth gaping, allowing any noise to make their feeble escape. The wet squelching sound of Glut's thrusts was getting louder. It's thrusts only seeking the deepest parts of Astarion. They were getting harder and faster. Astarion's erection was flopping from the force of the thrusts. Leaking cum splattering in thin streaks. Then something shifted inside. At first Astarion didn't notice with his lust drunk mind. But those brackets that deliciously rubbed against his prostate got bigger. Flared out and pressing further against his quivering tight walls. A deep wet rumble came from inside Glut. Both large hands now gripped on Astarion's hips. Pushing down hard as it thrusted and grind its swelling girth as deep as it could go. 

 

`Deep…. Fill you deep…. More spores for my Rotless One to spread.~  

 

The was a pulse as something throbbed against Astarion's tight ring. Glut's length bulged, twisting as it wiggled as far as it could reach. Astarion wanted to scream but his throat was already hoarse. Coming out as a choking wail as he saw the squirming in his guts. Glut's body started to tremble and Astarion knew what was going to happen. He couldn't do anything but watch with morbid lustful fascination as he felt something start to flood his insides. His hips twitched on their own as though sensing the filling. The outline of Glut's cock slowly disappears with the steady swelling of his guts. Astarion didn't know if he should feel horrified or feel some twisted form of pride that his body could handle this. As his skin swelled, he noticed nothing was spilling out. He then knew why those brackets had swollen. To keep everything inside. Glut pulled back slightly and it was excruciating. He was still too swollen and everything dragged against his walls. Astarion's head arched back letting out an animalistic moan as he gripped his swollen stomach. The brackets that pulled out was gripped at Astarion's abused asshole. 

"Urrraah… Gods.. gods.. You're pulling me out!" He wailed, thrashing his head back. A loud cry left him as he felt himself fall forward. Glut knelt down to push Astarion to the ground, keeping his hips upright as they were still deep inside. Glut pulled back a little more and saw the red ring that was threatening to prolapse. Thick thumbs stuck to the side of Astarion's hole, pressing down on the twitching ring. With Astarion properly holding its spores, there was only one last thing to do. With one unfeeling move, Glut quickly pulled back it's hips to release itself. Their thumbs digging into that abused hole to keep Astarion's colon from being pulled out. Astarion was able to let out a scream at last as he was hollowed out. His mind broke as he felt his hole stretch further than he had experience. His prostate also felt that abuse, causing his hip to buck as he came hard. His hole was gaping and swollen. Puckering as it tried to close. Astarion couldn't move as his upright hips shook. His lower half pressed up against the cold cave floor.  

 

~You've done well my Rotless One.~  

 

Glut's voice sounded proud. Almost soothing in Astarion's mind. Only a weak whine bubbled past his lips in response. Glut then reached to its own side and dug out a chunk of its spongy flesh. And with it, they pressed the living flesh against Astarion's wide opening and pushed it in. A confused whine left Astarion but it was quickly followed with a soft moan as he felt it slowly expand. 

 

~Something to keep my spores inside. By the time you reach the Forge my spores will soon be ready to release.~  

 

Astarion moaned as he flopped over to lay on his side, his arms cradling his swollen stomach. He could hear the heavy footsteps of Glut then walking away. Astarion curled up tighter as he could feel tears well up in his eyes. The feeling of being completely used, manhandled, manipulated finally came to his mind as the lustful high began to ebb away. He felt cold, sore and alone. A small wiggle could be felt deep in his gut and Astarion couldn't help let his lips tug in a thin smile. He caressed his stomach. Maybe not alone. 

Chapter 2

Summary:

Finally the last part!
I would like to thank slitherbones for beta reading this last chapter!

It was to Astarion's understanding that after the few moments he first stepped onto the grounds of the Forge, that he would notice some kind of indicator to…

expel

…the rotten spores Glut so graciously buried deep inside of him.

But there was nothing. Not even when he slowly massaged his bloated gut. Pressing down to see if anything moved or changed. Much to his frustration, nothing seemed to work. Luckily enough, his stomach was easy enough to hide away behind his armour. Making it easy enough to avoid any unnecessary and a rather embarrassing conversation with the group.

And as they got further into the Forge, feeling its immense heat and facing its foes, Astarion, for a moment, completely forgot about what laid dormant inside of him. It was only then when they made camp after a rather taxing battle that his forgetfulness was replaced with rising dread and a whirl of anxiety and anger. Standing in his tent, holding his stomach as he gave it a slight jiggle. They were to leave the Forge in the morning and these damn things didn't want to come out. Swallowing heavily, he sat down and waited for the rest of the team to fall asleep. He wanted to go for a long night stroll. Luckily enough, that was something that everyone was used to seeing Astarion do. So there was no worries of accidentally waking someone up, or having someone follow him.

And as the last person slipped into rest, Astarion quietly stepped out of the camp. Even with his light evening wear on, the heat seemed to prickle right through him. Casually he walked further back down into the Forge, retracing his steps. There was no worry of coming across any enemies. They made sure that they were thorough. As he walked down the steps towards the docks, he felt a slight wave of dizziness go through his mind. And oddly enough, it tickled his thoughts. That odd cross of discomfort and pleasure. Astarion found himself letting out a soft moan, muttering out under his breath.

"Oh, please let it be time."

His hand caressed his stomach as he reached the bottom of the steps, heading over where the Duergar that they had cut down upon their arrival were and the cages that held dead Drow prisoners. He felt a slow stretching pressure shift inside of him. He wanted to gag and moan at the same time. Shifting his hips as he tried to aim that pressure somewhere that felt better. Then there was tickling sensation. It felt like little bubbles running up his guts and…

PLOP!

Astarion nearly collapsed to the ground in shock as he felt something expand. Like a pop. Shaking hands quickly grabbed at his shirt, lifting it up to look at his stomach. It still looked the same. A sigh of relief was just behind his lips until he felt that same bubbling tickle sensation and another and another.

BLOP! PLOP!…. POP!

This time Astarion collapsed, leaning back against the crates that were there. He sobbed out as he could now see what looked like orbs slowly rising and shifting under the skin of his abdomen. His head arched back as more orbs expanded deep inside, stretching his insides. He felt dizzy and overwhelmed. In a panicked motion, he kicked off his shoes with his feet and pulled down his pants. As uncomfortable as it felt being even more bloated, that same wave of pleasure, this time more intense, infiltrated his mind.

Thoughts of how good it will feel to be properly filled up and stretched wide danced in his mind with a disorienting intensity.

How good it would feel to give birth.

That thought was like a bucket of cold water to his face. Those couldn't be his own thoughts. He gripped his head, letting out a sobbing laugh as his stomach surged a little more. He felt like he was going crazy. He shouldn't want this. This shouldn't be happening. It shouldn't feel so damn goo-

"OOooooOOOOHH!" Astarion's head arched against the crates as his eyes rolled back as his mouth hung open. A pressure dropped from his guts. Feeling a solid mass enter his colon and press right up against his prostate. It was time. Spreading his legs, his awakened erection slapped up to rest against pulsing stomach.

"Fuckfuckfuck… fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk!!!"

A choke left him as he felt the mass move and wiggle. Pressing against his twitching ring. He tried to push, but that seemed to only agitate the things inside of him. Another popped into his colon and Astarion squirmed. Moaning wildly as the added pressure was forcing his ring to widen. The first object felt solid but wet. Nothing like a egg. Something much larger but soft and squishy. He could feel himself spread as it wiggled, pushing itself through. With a wet gushing sound, the first orb passed through. His dick pulsed with the sensation. A relieved yet delirious laugh left him. Finally. Finally these things are leaving him. He glanced over to the shifting orb to see what was growing and moving inside of him. It looked like a small slime. It had a clear, smokey coloured clear membrane with a black pulsing center. It was slowly crawling over to one of the corpses. The slight mental clarity was soon interrupted as another gelatinous mass dropped down to press up against stretched hole. Hands pawed at his stomach as he could feel things shift. Biting down on his lower lip as his hole stretched so deliciously. The sliminess doing a perfect job of keeping his backdoor slick and accepting for its new purpose.

As he gave birth to a few more, his spread hips jerked. Even though he moaned and gasped with how good it was starting to feel, the back of his mind was only thinking about how close he should be to being done. He wanted this to be over soon and forget that this never….

The familiar bubbling tickle went through him and another.

Astarion sobbed but then a moan left him that would rival a whore in Sharess's Caress. His belly swelled back up as more orbs expanded inside of him. His eyes couldn't focus on anything as more pressed out of his abused asshole. Soon he felt another press against his hole. Though, unlike the countless other times, this felt much larger. Even with how slick and spread open he was, it struggled to pass through his ring. A whine left Astarion as he felt it not wanting to give up. It wanted out. He gripped this thighs and pulled them up to his chest. He needed this thing out. There was more shifting as the other remaining orbs moved restlessly. As if impatient for their birth. His nails bit into the flesh of his thighs, gripping tightly as he felt one push into his already cramped colon. Pushing and adding more pressure. And another agitated one plopped in and another.

Astarion cried out, begging and pleading as he gripped his thighs for dear life. He could feel his struggling hole slowly stretching further than it ever had. Around the quivering mass, it slowly pulled and stretched. And Astarion screamed as the smaller orbs surged together. His hole didn't stand a chance as the large mass was forced out of him like a cork. And with it, all the waiting undulating spores. Shooting out from him with the release of pressure. A constant flow ripping out of him as orb after orb and sometimes two at a time popped out of his prolapsed sloppy hole. Astarion only saw white as his mind broke, screaming in elation and begging in pure depravity for it to keep going. He came all over his stomach, over and over again as his prostate was milked with the torrent of spore births. The only thing in his mind was how good it felt to be used in such ways.

He wasn't even sure when he passed out.

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~….alker…~

He thought he heard something. The sound brought him from the peaceful darkness his mind was floating in. He couldn't remember how he got to be laying flat on his back. Everything felt heavy around him. He couldn't move and he couldn't be bothered to open his eyes. Everything below the belt felt raw and used. Weakly, Astarion reached up and placed a hand on his middle. It was flat. A deep sigh of relief exited his mouth. That was all that mattered at the moment.

~Flesh Walker…. My Rotless One~

A groan of agitation left Astarion as that familiar sound of Glut's voice pierced his mind.

"Fuck - Off," he said. Making the point to put much emphasis on each word.

"I did what you wanted. I'm done!" Astarion said out loud. Refusing to move or do anything. He just wanted to go back to camp and forget that this even happened. His mind felt dizzy as a wave of mental energy caressed and weaved into his thoughts.

~And you did very well. Better than I expected, my Rotless One.~

Astarion then felt a tendril slowly snake its way around around his ankle. This caused Astarion to snap his eyes open to see what was touching him. He was expecting to see the hulking form of Glut before him, but he wasn't there. All that was there was a pulsing mass of mushroom flesh. Bulging veins pumping mysterious liquid throughout its growing disgusting form. Giant growths of red swollen warts throbbed and multiple tendrils reaching out to reach the remaining corpses. The food source it was happily and greedily devouring. And one of those tendrils was wrapped around his ankle.

Astarion quickly tried to get up, but the thin tentacle pulled him back.

"Let me go!! I will not be your next meal!" even though his voice was rough, it was filled with pure panic.

~Why would I devour my functional spore bearer? I should reward you.~

This did nothing to quell the twisting dread he felt growing inside.

"What… what are you?" Glut's voice was clearly being heard but that was round him was the aftermath of the spores being birthed. He shuddered as that tendril curled further up his leg and another one was reaching over to his other one.

~I am Glut. It was parts of me that you carried. It was parts of me that wanted to be spread. I am the one before you.~

The giant mass pulsed so strongly that Astarion could hear the wet sounds sloshing inside. The formless Glut reached out its tentacles around both of Astarion's legs, slowly pulling him closer.

~I got to spend a good amount of time to know you. Inside of you. How your flesh body works.~

There was a pause as the thin tips of the tendrils poked at Astarion's still-prolapsed anus. Pulling the flesh gently as they pulled it open. In pure fear, Astarion reached out to claw at them, but more tentacles burst through the mound and wrapped them around his wrists, pinning him to the ground.

"Please! Please don't!" Tears streamed down his face as he saw the mass shift, and more thin tentacles came out towards him. His legs were spread wider. The newer appendages held him down, caressing his body as his rosebud was spread wide.

~I'm going to give you your reward.~

A bulge formed under the skin of the mushroom mass, swelling as the membrane slowly split open. A large, arm-thick tentacle spewed forth, falling to the floor with a splat. It twisted and moved with wicked dexterity as it lifted itself up from the floor. Arching and twisting, the rounded tip moved right up against the stretched out hole, rubbing its slick mucus over the red flesh.

~You did say you would like to keep this inside. Let me help you out with that first.~

And it pushed in, squeezing into the inside of it. Pushing it hard against the opening it belonged to. Astarion cried out as he tried to squirm away as he was penetrated by the horrific appendage. A cloud of spores floated down onto him and he knew what they would do. With no need of air, he tightly closed his mouth. He knew if he breathed those in, his mind would become lost. A slave to lust. It seemed that the formless Glut knew this and rammed the thick tentacle in hard and deep. It was literally a punch to his gut and the sensation was more than enough to make Astarion choke and gasp at the violation. A cry left him as he felt that familiar tingle and wave of bliss grasping at his mind.

~No need to fight, Rotless One. Accept my reward.~

Astarion moaned and whined as everything started to feel good, arching his back as the tentacle became more gentle. Pulsing and thrusting inside his used body. He could see movement of the large tentacle through his skin. He wanted to reach out and touch it but his hands were bound. Though, a thin tendril came over and gentle caressed for him. Glut was listening to his thoughts. He didn't know if he should be scared or delighted. He moaned out loud as everything started to feel real good. The large tentacle slowly pushed in deep until it reached the bend. Astarion's toes curled, gasping as his belly bulged. The length of the tentacle that was outside coiled up like a snake. There was a slight tremble that vibrated inside of him before it pushed more of itself in. Around the bend and deeper than anything should reach. The bulge of the tentacle could be seen curling through his intestines.

Astarion thrashed as he wailed. His hips shaking as his eyes rolled back. Never had he felt so penetrated. The pressure was excruciating and yet exquisite. He knew as he watched that bulge move back and forth, stretching him so wide, that he would've been split open if he hadn't given birth to those spores. Everything felt hot inside of him. He couldn't feel any pain, no matter how that tentacle thrashed and thrust deep inside of him. His stomach felt weird as everything moved inside of him. It shouldn't feel so good and warm. Everything felt more slick, and as the tentacle thrusted even further in, Astarion was only met with wave after wave of pleasure. He couldn't feel that pressure.

Why couldn't he feel that pressure?

His belly swelled with more tentacle. More so than what was physically capable. Curling and thrusting with no care for direction. His mind felt more numb, he couldn't feel anything but pleasure. His mouth hung open, moaning and gasping in pleasure. He just wanted more.

A deep rumble was heard inside the mass as the tentacle lurched. A wet gurgling sound came deep inside of his guts, where the tentacle resided. The was a pulse and something moved through the tentacle. Moving down from inside of him. The moving lumps squeezed past his opening and into the awaiting pulsating mushroom flesh.

~Delicious.~

Eyes weakly opened through his lust fueled haze. The way that one word reverbrated in his head caused a shiver to go up his spine. The tendrils that held his wrists loosened, knowing that Astarion was in no state to escape. Hands immediately reached for his stretched out gut. Fingers following the shape of the large tentacle coiled inside. A moan trembled past his lips as he could feel how tight his stretched skin felt. The tentacle shifted, moving freely under his hands as if there was no barrier to hold it back underneath. Eyes rolled back, arching his hips needily as his middle smoothed out. Protruding out as would a 5 month pregnant person's. That little sliver of rationality cried out in his mind, wondering how that was even possible. But the rest of him could only imagine in greedy lust and forced hedonisim, what else will happen to him.

And again he felt Glut go into his mind. This time they seemed almost excited.

~It's your reward. I took a bit of your vestigial organ and gave you something more useful.~

Astarion could only freeze as his mind tried to process what was revealed to him. But Glut wasn't in the mood to let Astarion to figure out his feelings. A foot of tentacle pulled back and pressed back in. Keeping a steady pace of pumping into Astarion's modified guts. Astarion tried to cry out, to beg for Glut to stop. But he could only groan, stroking his belly everytime it swelled out.

~Fear not. I didn't take off of your intestines. Just enough to build you a womb. Imagine how much more you can carry without those useless guts getting in the way.~

Astarion wanted to scream and kick but all that came out was a cry of pleasure. That little voice of reason was smothered and all he could think of was how Glut was going to use his body. Feeling that thick tentacle thrusting into his new womb caused a quick incorherent babble to leave him. Gods, he wanted more. He needed to be filled. He wanted to see how much life could be stuffed inside of him.

A large round shape bulged out at the base of Glut's mass. The skin peeling back like spiderwebs, revealing the clear green membrane under it. And inside were packed with fully formed gelatinous spores. His eyes widened. But this time not in shock, but in excitement, knowing where all of it was going to go.

"..Fuck.. please…" he whimpered. He could feel his erection throb in anticipation.

Glut didn't need any more motivation as it shifted its mass. Letting the spore chamber open. Now it was time for nature to take its course and fill their spore carrier. The base of the tentacle bulged obscenely as multiple spore eggs pushed through from the pressure of the spore chamber. They soon evened out and started their travel into the pale Elf. As the spores pushed through, it came in at a constant rythmatic pace. Rubbing and bumping into his prostate as each one pressed on through. He could feel them dropping into his new, eagerly awaiting womb. Piling and pressing against each other.

The last bit of santity shattered as his stomach bulged out with a firm jiggle. Pressing far past the stretching point the tentacle was givening him previously. He could see more and more spores traveling up the tentacle and he couldn't help but let out a delirous laugh, wondering how much more he will be stuffed. How many more spores he will give birth to. And right now, he was carrying far more than he had previously. Memories of how good it felt now fueled his need for more.

His belly swelled more, feeling his skin stretched out as now he looked nine months pregnant. His stretched skin felt hot but felt so good as he roamed his hands over his belly. He felt the tentacle pull back out of his stuffed womb and up further. Glut was going to make sure that Astarion was properly filled. And no space was going to be left unfilled. The tentacle thrusted this time, shoving those orbs deeper. Pulling back slowly as he stuffed Astarion.

~No need for gestation. These are all ready to be spread.~

As to prove a point, his stomach quivered and lurched forward. Making Astarion let out a delighted screech. He felt soo stuffed but it felt so good. He could feel them slip and move against each other. Eager to be birthed in the Forge. Gods he wanted to cum. His poor erection was trapped under the weight and bulk of his stomach. But he knew that the sooner he gave birth, the sooner he can cum.

With a wet pop, the large tentacle exited his body. His hole spasmed as it felt empty without the fist-size length stretching it wide. Astarion couldn't help but whine from the loss, but moan in delight from how much he was filled. He looked like he was almost carrying twins. The orbs were slowly starting to getting restless. Astarion moaned, squishing his wet thighs together as it felt so good. Strong tendrils reached out and wrapped around Astarion, lifting him up to help him stand up. Legs trembled as he laughed out breathlessly in disbelief at how heavy he felt. How his stomach stretched out so far, he couldn't even see his legs.

~Good. Now go spread my spores my Rotless One. There are many dark and rotting places to visit.~

The only thing on his mind was to give birth. How good it will feel. He was filled soo much and he knew that tonight was going to be filled with nothing but pleasure. He grabbed his throbbing stomach, moaning as he was left to find his strength and balance in his legs. There was no time to waste. These spores wanted to be birthed. Every step and shuffle jostled his stomach, causing a delighted mewl to slip from him. He could feel the spores pressing down, getting ready to exit his body. Sometimes his hole would stretch wide and one or two would slip out on their own to crawl into the dark crevaces. And as he walked past any corpses, there was a eager movement from inside and he knew he had to sit and spread his legs. Birthing part of his clutch. It didn't matter how much he wanted all of them to push out of him, to make him scream and cum. He had so many places to spread Glut's clutch.

 

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Astarion stared out the window as he sat in bed. His hands tightly gripping the blankets as he tried to manifest empty thoughts. But couldn't. He couldn't remember much after that night. Or at least how he was found by his group. He must've passed out. Due to pleasure or overexertion, he wasn't sure. Everyone kept quiet about that part. Even though they kept polite about it, he could still catch the odd look from the others. Concern, curiousity and even disgust. They brought him to the Harpers' hideout to recover. And quite honestly, everything until now was nothing but a blur with moments of time lost to him. He remembered the cold sweats, the restless nights as he moaned in discomfort. Feeling ichy and hot.

It was withdrawls.

Astarion gritted his teeth as anger and disgust rose in him. The damn bastard wasn't planning on ever letting him go. Getting him addicted to its spores and whatever else that was pumped into him. Turning him into a complacent, 'happy' host for all of its grotesque spawn. His hand went to his stomach. He didn't come out of it unscathed. He was changed. Altered. He wasn't sure if the womb he was given even acted like a real one, or it was just a pocket Glut created to fill him. A wave of nausea hit him, causing him to swallow the lump that formed in his throat. If he wasn't saved by the others, who knew what other changes Glut had in mind for him? A deep sigh left him as he leaned back. Tomorrow he should be at full health and ready to help the others in the Shadowlands. He couldn't help but feel eager to do so. Anything to keep his mind occupied. Sitting here was making him think too much.

There was a slight ache of emptiness that came from deep within. Astarion wrapped his arms around his middle and sobbed out.