Chapter 0 - Avoiding Extinction.

Tharja cursed herself for her poor judgement. She was sure that the hulking barbarian before her would prove no challenge to a potent burst of dark magic, but she was dead wrong. He had sidestepped her ruin with the greatest of ease. As the berserk axe wielder leapt in the air to end her, she felt fear for the first time in her life. She couldn’t even bring herself to try and run as she fell back and watched her end descending upon her. 
	
As all hope seemed lost, an even more monstrous site appeared. A massive black wolf-like creature leapt from the shadows. With one clean swipe of its massive, clawed paw, it cut down the berserker in one clean swipe. The creature turned to her and cocked its head to the side as if appraising her curiously. Tharja recognized the long white rabbit-like ears, small pink nose, and long bristling whiskers of a Taguel almost instantly. “Yarne?” She gasped in surprise. The sound of her voice seemed to spook the beast causing it to scurry off quickly into the darkness.
	
Later that night, Yarne was pacing the campground muttering to himself as usual. “I ran away again… I can’t keep holding everyone back like this…” He was completely oblivious to the figure beside him until he felt a hand on his shoulder. His shriek of pure terror could be heard throughout the countryside. 
	
“Shut up, bunny.” The black clad sorceress commanded coldly. 
		
“Yes, ma’am.” Yarne squeaked quietly in response. Yarne recognized Tharja instantly. No one else in camp dressed quite as grim as she did. Her black robes were adorned with various skulls and dark magic symbols. Even her long, silky, black hair seemed to somehow exude malice. 
	
“You’ve seen me vulnerable. I don’t like that.” She spoke darkly as she glared straight through him. “And yet… loath as I am to admit it, I am only here today because of you.” 
	
“You’re welcome?” Yarne responded apprehensively. Her eyes narrowed at him causing him to recoil in fear. “Please don’t kill me.” He squeaked in fear.
	
“Kill you? Oh no, my sweet bunny. I have much better things in mind for you. Ah yes. I see it. So much darkness in you. Mhmhmm. This will be fun.” Her dark chuckle made Yarne’s hair on his head stand on end and his little tuft of a tail twitch nervously. Even his long, white, rabbit-like ears bristled with fear. 
	
“But… I’m not evil. I swear. I’m just a lone taguel trying to survive.” Yarne pleaded. “Please don’t kill me.”
	
“Darkness is not evil, you twit.” She snapped at him harshly, but then leaned in close and whispered sinisterly into his ear. “Anxiety… doubt… terror… These are the things I can use, and, my sweet bunny, you have more than enough to spare.” She pulled away and ripped out a clump of thick, black hair from Yarne’s head as she did so. 
	
“Ow! What was that for!?” Yarne yelped in pain.
		
“Oh, poor bunny, I am well aware of your plight. You fear extinction more than anything else on this world. Allow me to help you overcome this problem. We will have sooo much fun.” As Tharja cackled darkly, Yarne did the only thing he knew how to do in this situation. He turned and scampered off as fast as his little bunny feet would take him. He dove into his tent and buried himself under as many covers as he could find. He continued to lie there for hours, shivering with fear, until he finally drifted off. 
	
His dreams that night were troubled to say the least. He was in a forest, but he felt there was something special about this particular place. The trees seemed hollow, and there were tunnels connecting all of the trees together; it was as if the entire forest was an interconnected system of passageways, almost like a hive of some sort. He somehow felt like he recognized this place, even though he had never been there before in his life; it was as if some corner of his mind shared an instinctive connection to this forlorn place. He was terrified, but that was par for the course for him. 
	
He wanted to run away and hide, but some force was drawing him to one of the hollowed out trees. He crawled into the large knothole and peaked inside. The place seemed like it had been lived in, but that was ages ago, in a time long before the eradication of his species. Everything was so dingy and dirty now that it hardly seemed like a home. Yarne wanted to leave, but he found himself compelled to explore more. As he rummaged through the dilapidated home, he found something truly amazing. In the back corner of the large room was a small clump of debris that looked like it could have been a nest many years ago. In the center of the rotten nest was an egg, a real, honest to goodness egg. 

Yarne was so amazed to see such a thing in this forsaken place that he rushed forward and scooped it into his arms. The egg was a pale pink with darker pink spots and far larger than the chicken eggs he had seen his comrades eat back at camp. It was the size of a large jug of water, if not a little larger. He clutched cradled it in his arms as he would a baby. It was certainly large enough to contain a baby within; maybe, just maybe, there was hope for his species yet. He clutched the egg tightly to his chest and thanked the gods that someone else had survived the massacre. He hugged the egg tighter and tighter until he felt his arms bump against his chest. He looked down and saw that there was nothing there. It was as if the egg had been absorbed into his body, and once again he found himself to be the last remaining survivor of the Taguel race. 

He panicked at this point. Whatever supernatural force that had been holding here there released him, and he took off running from the dilapidated ruins of the Warren. He ran and ran until he woke up screaming. 

The sun was already up at this point, and he could smell breakfast cooking. It smelled like bacon and eggs and other human food; nothing that he could really eat, but he needed to get some fresh air and hoped that the companionship would help calm his nerves. As he got up he realized how uncomfortable the shirt he was wearing had become. He had fallen asleep in his armor last night, and now he could feel the straps of his banded scale mail shirt digging into his gut. He reached behind him and undid the clasps. He breathed a sigh of relief as his armor landed on the ground with a heavy thud. 

He looked down and immediately noticed why his armor seemed to fit so poorly. He had a very pronounced bulge in his tummy and a little more definition to his pecs than he was used to. His gut wasn’t particularly huge, but it did seem oddly out of place when compared to his all the lithe, sinewy muscles that comprised the rest of his body. He apprehensively poked the lump with one of his fingers and was surprised to find that it did not seem flabby at all; if anything, it was nice and firm. Slightly emboldened by this result, he rubbed his hands along his small bump. It was slightly warm to the touch, and somehow the sensation of rubbing his tummy was very soothing to him. It was almost as if it brought him peace of mind. 

He strolled out to the mess area while still absentmindedly rubbing his tummy. He passed a few of his friends and comrades, but none seemed to be looking at his larger than normal belly. All eyes seemed to be drawn lower. Yarne looked down, but aside from his small bulge in his gut, everything seemed normal. 

“Comrade! Among men, there is no shame in flaunting your sacred stones, but think of the damsels!” Yarne jumped in surprise. If even the loud, boisterous Owain could get the drop on him, he was really slipping. He turned to see the orange haired youth posing dramatically as he continued his affected speech. “Oh, think of the fair maidens! Let not them see your sealed sword!” Yarne stood there completely dumbfounded. He had no idea what the overly dramatic princeling was rambling on about.

A taller, leaner, and equally orange haired man appeared beside Owain and smacked him upside the head. “What my boy is trying to say is that your dick is hanging out.” Gaius explained calmly. “Although if mine was that big, I’d be flaunting it whenever I could, too.” He added with a smug grin. 

Yarne looked down again. He still couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary aside from his enlarged gut and moderate pectorals; although, upon further inspection, his gut and chest seemed even larger than they had been a minute ago. He hopped in place a few times and could feel his enhanced junk bouncing heavily. He swung his hips from side to side and could feel his large nuts slapping against the inside of his thighs and his large dick swinging heavily back and forth. It certainly felt like his junk was bigger, but he had to figure out just how much, 

He reached down and held one of his large nuts in the palm of his hand. It had to be the size of an apple, if not slightly larger. He bent down a little more as his hands followed the length of his shaft. He was surprised to find that it reached down to almost his knees. It was no wonder everyone was so shocked. His cock and balls both dipped down well below the bottom of his makeshift loincloth. 

It was then that Yarne remembered that he was still in a public place. All the other guys at the morning mess table were glaring at him jealously. Yarne’s face turned a few shades of red, and he let go of his enhanced equipment. Despite his embarrassment, this was the single proudest moment of his life. Sure, he took pride in his lineage and his role as the one responsible for carrying on the taguel race, but this was the first time that his comrades had looked at him with anything more than disappointment. He was the envy of every guy in camp, and it felt pretty good. 

“I’ll just… get my food and go back to my tent.” Yarne squeaked nervously. He spun around and hopped over to where the food was being served. He wildly grabbed at anything that he could find; apples, carrots, especially carrots, lettuce, eggs, bacon, bread, anything. He was getting a lot of strange looks from the others, and this time it wasn’t due to his wardrobe malfunction. This was the first time anyone had seen him eat anything other than raw greens. Yarne was also a little confused by his cravings, but he dismissed it as nothing more than a side effect of his elevated mood; he was feeling good about life today, and he could stand to experiment with the wonders of human cuisine. It also didn’t hurt that he was amazingly hungry. He felt like he hadn’t eaten in months. 

He loaded up a few plates and hastily scurried back to his tent. Once back in the relative privacy and security of his little canvas cave, Yarne kicked off his boots and tossed his hairy, black, primal loincloth off to the side; it really wasn’t doing him any good anyhow, and the freedom from clothing felt refreshing and liberating. He plopped down on the pile of furs that passed as his bed; his legs were spread wide apart to accommodate his large cock, which was well on its way to being two feet long by now, and his huge balls, each one the size of a nice, ripe, grapefruit. 

He noticed that his gut seemed even larger than before He caressed his bloated stomach tenderly as he marveled at the new size. He didn’t understand why it was growing, but he liked it for some reason. Just seeing the ever expanding bulge gave him a certain peace and security that he had never felt before. He could feel electric tingles arcing through his body as he ran his hands over the ever expanding bump. His gut was so large and round now that it looked much like basketball. 

His hands drifted upward as he explored his newly enhanced chest as well. He had gone beyond having pecs, and now had noticeable moobs. They did not appear to be fat and saggy like most man-boobs he had seen before, though; they appeared to be pert and perky, just like a woman’s. As he caressed his now respectable rack, he could feel that his boobs were amazingly soft and sensitive to the touch. The nipples were particularly sensitive. He gave his left tit a tentative squeeze and moaned a bit at the pleasant feeling. Small streams of milk flowed out of his nipples as he continued to play with his new fun bags. 

A loud grumbling from his gut told him that it was time to stop admiring his recent changes and start feeding his face. Yarne greedily snatched up the first plate and set it atop his expanding gut; his new and improved midsection was already starting to have some unexpected uses. He picked up a piece of bacon and sniffed it apprehensively. It smelled greasy and foul; he still didn’t understand how all of his human friends ate this stuff. He nibbled a bit at the end and nearly gagged. It tasted every bit as bad as he had expected seared muscle tissue to taste. It was so revolting that he needed more. He heartily choked down the other twelve slices that were on his plate. 

The food was definitely what he needed. He could feel his stomach churn and gurgle appreciatively. As if spurred on by the recent nutrition, the bulge in his midsection grew even faster; he could actually see it churn and ripple as it expanded. His boobs, too, swelled up before his very eyes. The pleasant whirling in his stomach was getting him strangely aroused; his changes were both exciting and erotic to him. He could feel his dick getting harder and his tits leak in response.  

His hefty cock couldn’t rise up due to the enlarged mass of belly that was weighing down on it from above, so instead his dick protruded outward. As it reached its maximum density, Yarne was finally able to see the tip; it had to be at least three feet long and and as thick as his waist. It was then that he became aware of the soft, squishy mass pressing against his knees. His nuts were now so huge that they filled up his entire lap. He wished he could see them for himself, but he knew they were massive. He reached down and dug his fingers in and massaged his humongous balls. As he continued to knead his massive nuts, a small moan of pleasure escaped his mouth that surprised even him. As his arousal grew, he considered busting his nut right there in the middle of camp, but it would be a shame to let such good food go cold; besides, if what one plate had done to him was any indication, the next two would be even better. 

The second plate was piled high with rolls of bread and a few carrots. Yarne wasted no time in scarfing down the carrots; they were his favorite food after all. The bread on the other hand required a little bit of psyching up first. Yarne sniffed at the bread cautiously at first. It certainly smelled a lot better than the bacon, and even had a light earthy aroma to it that he liked so very much. He took an exploratory bite and found it to be warm and flaky; not a combination he was used to in his food, but one that he did not find disagreeable. 

After that, he funneled the rolls into his mouth as quickly as was possible for him. He quickly found that chewing large mouthfuls of the bread became far harder than he had anticipated. He begrudgingly slowed his pace, but still managed to snarf down the entire plate in a matter of minutes. 

He had heard the ladies in camp bemoan the abundance of bread many times before. Many of them complained about how all the whole grain goodness would go straight to their hips and butts. Yarne didn’t mind a little extra in the hips and butt, though, and was pleasantly surprised that he was experiencing a little bit of growth there too; it was nowhere near as pronounced as his enhancements in the front, but he could definitely feel his rear end getting thicker under him. 

He was already well aware of the pleasant churning in his stomach that had returned. His dick too seemed to be gaining even more mass; it felt like his cock was getting harder and harder by the second. He felt harder and more aroused than he had in his entire life. He was amazed that he hadn’t creamed his tent yet, but was more interested in soaking up the sensations than he was in getting off. He rubbed his belly some more and found that it had grown so large that he could no longer wrap his arms all the way around it. He leaned into it and rested his head against his immense belly, and felt his now, exceptionally large boobs smash up against it in the process. Each enlarged tit was now quite a bit larger than his head.  

Yarne turned his attention to the third, and last, plate of food he had procured. There was plenty of lettuce on this one which was great for him, but there were also these weird, white and yellow floppy disks. He knew enough to know that these were eggs, even though they looked nothing like any of the eggs he had ever seen before. He sniffed at it reluctantly. It smelled greasy like the bacon, but nowhere near as bad. He nibbled hesitantly at the edges and found that it was fairly bland. He didn’t care for the greasy texture of it, but the flavor was alright. He tossed a few fried eggs into his mouth and began to chew. The large yellow blister in the center of one of them popped almost instantly. He could feel the slimy goop filling his mouth. He panicked for a moment as he debated between spitting it out or swallowing it all. He eventually settled on swallowing it. The foul tasting muck in the center of the eggs was awful. He still couldn’t believe humans ate this crap, but he had a full plate left and wanted more. 

Yarne scarfed down the entire plate of eggs. His taste buds were screaming for him to stop, but his gut was screaming louder. As he downed each egg, his gut began to inflate more and more. He washed the foul taste down with the some, crisp lettuce. This seemed to appease both his stomach and his mouth. 

His latest surge of growth finally subsided, and he found that he could no longer see over his massive gut; it was so large that it even bushed the sides of his long, narrow tent. His beach ball sized boobs strained heavily against the fabric wall of the tent on either side of him. He could feel the canvas rubbing against his extra sensitive nipples, which just served to make him even more aroused. He could also feel a definite draft on the tip of his dick. He couldn’t see it, but he was sure that his cock was poking out the front flap of his tent. This meant it had to be well over five feet long and far thicker than his body. He had no idea how huge his nuts were, but he figured if they grew proportional to his cock they would have to be the size of boulders; indeed, he could feel the massive orbs spilling over his lap and brushing against the canvas sides of the tent. 

He had just about outgrown his tent, but already he wanted more. As Yarne struggled to his feet, he became painfully aware of just how heavy his new enhancements were. He had always had superhuman strength, and he needed just about every ounce of it he could muster just to stand up. Yarne had failed to take into account that the tent narrowed considerably as it went up. Yarne’s gut and boobs strained the sides of the fabric when he was seated, but now that he was standing, they were just far too wide for the tent. The stakes popped loose from the strain, and the entire tent collapsed around him. He shook off the canvas cloak and stood, fully nude, in the center of camp. 

A large crowd had already gathered; it hadn’t taken long for rumors of strange noises coming from his tent to circulate, and it took even less time for rumors of a giant cock poking out the front to make their rounds. As Yarne stood up, he was finally able to see over his gut, but only barely. His huge, heavy belly rested atop of massive, rock hard shaft. His dick was oozing pre. He didn’t particularly mind the crowd; he was far too caught up in the sensations of his expansion. 

Ricken pushed his way to the front of the pack. He was shocked by what he saw. His future paradox son was sporting a dick larger than he was, and had massive nuts to go with it. Yarne’s gut looked like a hot air balloon, and he had an amazing set of gigantic boobs. As Ricken ran forward to try and talk to Yarne, he also got a look at Yarne’s massive, luscious ass. Yarne used to be pretty flat and unremarkable from the back, but now his hips were easily three times as wide as they had been. Two large, firm butt cheeks filled out the entirety of his backside and then some. His small, black tuft of a cottontail looked ridiculously out of place sandwiched between the two immense cheeks. “Oh, geez. This is bad.” Ricken muttered to himself. 

Yarne could hear the whiney voice of the small, thin, brown haired mage beside him and turned to look down upon the alternate timeline version of the boy who would grow to be his father. “Father!” Yarne called out happily. “Have you seen this?” 

“Oh, geez. Everyone in the camp has seen this... Oh, man…” He whined as he gripped the edges of his wide brimmed at nervously. 

“I think I might be having children. Do you hear that? I have saved my race!” Yarne continued to shout happily as he continued to rub his immense belly. He was too ecstatic to even care about the crowd around him. His smile faltered bit and he began to wince. “Something’s different. I don’t think I like this anymore!” 

Ricken stepped back as he gasped in awe. Yarned’s body was changing again. His cock, balls, and tits were swelling even more and looked about ready to burst, but the biggest change was Yarne’s gut. It was getting fuller, but no longer expanding. It’s formerly smooth, spherical shape was bulging and contorting. Large bumps formed in the surface. It was as if it was packed to the brim with large, ovular objects. “…eggs...!?” Ricken gasped in shock. “Oh, geeze. Oh man. Where’s your mother. What do we do?”

“Father! Was it like this when I was born?” Yarne called out anxiously.

“I don’t know! We haven’t even had you yet! You’re older than I am!” Ricken shouted back as he pulled down harder on the brim of his mage’s hat. 

Yarne moaned loudly in a combination of pleasure and pain as he fell back onto his large, plush ass. “I think it’s time…” He managed to moan. Yarne could feel the pressure building in his ass and rolled backwards so he was lying flat on his back. 
	
“What do I do? What do I do?” Ricken whined as he tried to devise a solution. Even though Yarne wasn’t really his son, but rather the son of a much older, doomed timeline version of himself, Ricken still had a soft spot for the bunny boy. He needed to find someway to help him out. 

Ricken noticed Yarne trying unsuccessfully to spread his gigantic, firm cheeks. “Everyone! Help him out! Lift his legs!” Ricken shouted to the crowd. A few of the biggest, burliest men in the garrison rushed forward to try and position the inflated taguel. “Oh, man… I still can’t get in close. I need someone to lift his… I need someone to move those… Well you know! Clear a path!” Ricken sputtered as he gestured two the large fleshy boulders that were Yarne’s colossal balls. It took Inigo and Stahl to lift the right nut. As always, Stahl; the kind, brown haired mounted infantryman, was cavalier to lend a hand, but Inigo, the sauve ladies’ man, was less than thrilled to have a testicle that weighed more than he did mashing up against his chest and face. Gregor; the large, kind hearted, middle-aged mercenary, handled the left side by himself.

“Hehe. You are sly dog. Having the grandchildren before Gregor even have the first children.” Gregor managed to joke with a pained smirk as he struggled under the weight of the titanic nard. 

Ricken was now in a good position to stare down the exposed cheeks of his paradox son’s ass. He could already see the pinkish shell of an egg pressing against the rear hatch, but it was far too large to make it out without a little help. “Oh, geeze…” Ricken muttered to himself as he pulled out a small parcel from his robes. He used the oily balm from his vulnerary on the rim of Yarne’s hole in an effort to make the next stage much less painful. Ricken placed his fingers into the taguel’s asshole and steadily worked at stretching out the opening. He could hear Yarne groaning, but he did not seem to be in pain; if anything it sounded like he was enjoying it. 

Ricken could feel the pressure building up, and he didn’t want to risk any of the eggs breaking. Yarne’s ass was dilated pretty far already, but it would still be a tight fit for the giant eggs. Ricken sighed inwardly as he resigned himself to what he must do next. He found himself wishing he had worn gloves as he reached both hands deep inside the bunny boy’s ass and grabbed onto the egg. Ricken was using his arms to hold the passage open wide as he pulled out the egg. He pulled and pulled but it was slow going. It was a very tight fit, and he didn’t dare pull too hard and risk cracking the egg. 

Ricken could hear Yarne moaning even louder now. The taguel’s hole was clinching up tightly around Ricken arms as he struggled to extricate the egg. It felt like Yarne’s entire body was shuddering. 

Within moments, Yarne let out a loud, sensual moan as he unloaded a gigantic torrent of jizz across the camp. Large ropes of cum arced from out of his ten foot long cock and rained down, coating tents and people alike. Ricken was glad he had his hat to keep the goop out of his eyes as large gobs of spooge rolled off the brim. Others were far less fortunate. 

The egg slowly slid out as Ricken continued to pull at it. Finally, it pulled loose with a sickly plopping sound. Ricken tumbled backwards as his counter-balance suddenly disappeared on him and landed with a splat in the muck. Ricken didn’t make any effort to try and catch his hat as he rolled back; instead, he focused his attention on gripping the egg to his chest and cushioning the fall for it. He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized that the egg appeared to be completely intact, but he could tell from the size of Yarne’s bulging belly that there would be far more than just one egg to pry loose. 

Ricken set the egg aside and got back up to pull out the next one. By this time, Ricken’s robes were so caked with mud and jizz that they were becoming heavy and unwieldy. He realized that they were just slowing him down, and any semblance of public decency had no place in the shadow of his future son’s twelve foot boner. He peeled off his clothes and flung them haphazardly aside as he got back down on his hands and knees and went back to work on delivering more eggs. 

Ricken continued to pull out more and more eggs clad in just his boots. The process went on like this for the better part of an hour. Each time Ricken shoved his long, slender arms up inside of Yarne to pull out the next egg, he would feel Yarne shudder and buck as yet more spooge would rain down upon them. Now that Ricken no longer had his large hat to protect him, he found that he would often get the goop in his eyes and in his mouth, but he did not let that deter him. He was determined to see this through to the end. The other men in camp took turns holding up Yarne’s legs and massive nuts, but Ricken staid focused on his task for the duration of the process. 

Finally, the last egg slipped free, and Ricken placed it on the pile with the rest of them. He counted out thirty-two potential grandchildren as he let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat and cum from his brow. He turned back to survey the damage. Much of the camp was now soggy with jizz, and the same could be said for his friends and comrades. Yarne’s stomach was back to being as flat and firm as it had ever been, but his now soft cock capped out at well over nine feet. Yarne’s massive mammaries had not deflated at all either; both gigantic tits were as big and round as the gigantic kettle that the army’s cook used when preparing large batches of stew for dinner. It was pretty obvious that the taguel would no longer be spending any time on the front lines, but that was probably for the best; he would soon have plenty of kids to take care of.

Off in the distance a grim shadow looked out over the aftermath of her hex. “Feh. Stupid bunny wasn’t supposed to actually enjoy it… Oh well. I suppose that can be my one good deed for the year.” Tharja muttered as she slinked back into the shadows.  

Yarne continued to lie there in the muck. That process was long, painful, but strangely fulfilling. He hadn’t taken the time to take stock of the changes to his body, but he could already tell the massive weight in his belly was all gone. His cock, ass, and boobs still felt huge, though.  He had more important things to worry about, though. Now that he no longer had to seek a mate for the sole purpose of preserving his race, his options were wide open to him. His thoughts drifted to Gerome, the handsome but sulky youth that traveled back in time with him. Gerome tried to hide his feelings from everyone, but it was still clear that he greatly missed his family. “Well, I’ll be sure to give him a nice large family.” Yarne thought to himself as he rubbed the now pronounced bump in his gut. 