DG Ch 3.4

The change occurred that evening.

He woke up feeling nauseous, his lower abdomen and ass itching. Hanyeong was sound asleep on the sofa, away from the bed.

“Heuut…!”

His stomach churned. Taegyeong clutched his lower abdomen and sat on a chair. He felt like his hole would burst. …Why was his stomach so heavy?

His reflection in the mirror showed a slightly rounded belly, just as Hanyeong had said. He felt like his usually flat, soft belly had hardened. He felt weak, his energy draining.

“Euk!”

Taegyeong covered his mouth and ran to the bathroom. He vomited until his stomach was empty, feeling slightly better afterwards. He looked for Squishy, just in case, and found it dozing peacefully inside its cage.

‘…No way.’

A chill ran down his spine.

Taegyeong hurriedly sent a text to Ryu Ilho.

《 1ho [TL/N: 1 in Korean means Il, so 1ho means Ilho.]

Hyung. Sorry to bother you while you’re busy. What happens if you put Squishy inside and then take it out?

1ho

You sent this to piss me off, didn’t you.

Half true, half genuine concern.

Taegyeong chuckled inwardly and sent another message.

《 1ho

No, I’m just curious.

1ho

It’s a monster. Use your brain. Don’t even think about it. You’ll end up in the hospital.

Crack. Taegyeong dropped his phone.

‘…H-hospital?’

Goosebumps erupted on his arms and legs.

Taegyeong paced back and forth, then picked up his phone. He calmly examined his stomach. It was distended, as if he’d eaten a large meal.

He needed antibiotics to prevent a possible infection. Fortunately, Taegyeong was quite experienced in this.

‘How much more do I have to shove in before you stop crying? Shut your mouth.’

Before his regression, Ryu Ilho had forcefully inserted a huge, dark red dildo into him, making him lay eggs like he was pregnant almost every day. Ryu Ilho had even found it amusing to shove peaches, toys, and fruits into his hole.

‘Should I ask Wooyeol to buy me some medicine and then ask him to fuck me again? He’ll be thrilled if I tell him I have eggs inside.’

No, no. Taegyeong shook his head. If Seo Wooyeol came, Seon Hanyeong would be embarrassed and run away.

Taegyeong wiped away his cold sweat and carefully approached the sleeping Hanyeong. What he craved most right now was Seon Hanyeong’s cock and his healing ability to soothe this simmering sensation.

“Hyung. Hanyeong-hyung… are you asleep?”

Perhaps a light sleeper, Hanyeong opened his eyes at the sound of Taegyeong’s voice.

“…Oh, Taegyeong-ah. You’re awake? Hyung must have been too tired, I dozed off.”

Unlike his brazen behavior earlier, Hanyeong acted cautiously.

He was enjoying it while pretending not to be. That made him even more appealing. Taegyeong gently touched his lower abdomen. Did he know how big the eggs had grown because he’d filled him with so much cum?

“Hyung… heup, what should I do?”

“What’s wrong? Hmm?”

Taegyeong covered his mouth, suppressing a sob, and lifted his shirt to show his lower abdomen. Hanyeong held his breath.

“Actually, I… went to field practice the day before yesterday. I saw something like a tentacle there… heuk. I think… I’m infected.”

“What…?”

“My stomach suddenly feels strange. I’ve only been working here for a week, they won’t fire me for being sick, will they?”

“That’s not going to happen. Don’t worry, let’s get you changed first. Let’s go to the hospital. I know a good hospital. Let’s get you checked out.”

“…Okay, hyung.”

Hanyeong’s heart ached. His young, innocent younger brother was facing such hardship. Seeing his frightened face made his heart clench.

* * *

He felt relieved after returning from the hospital. The doctor said it was a low-level monster, so there was nothing seriously wrong with his body, and that surgery might do more harm than good. He then sent Taegyeong home.

Actually, it felt like he’d been rushed out because there were many injured people from a recent gate incident. In other words, it was something that could be easily handled at home. Moreover, with Seon Hanyeong, an S-rank healing esper, by his side, the doctor must have felt reassured.

“Will I be okay?”

“Hyung will make sure it doesn’t hurt. Don’t cry, you’re all grown up now.”

He didn’t understand how much Taegyeong wanted to provoke his protective instincts and make him want to devour him. Taegyeong shed tears.

He was told he would lay five jelly-like eggs when the contractions started. He was exhausted after receiving antibiotics and various prescriptions at the hospital. The problem was that the eggs were constantly absorbing nutrients, draining his energy.

“Hyung, I’m so scared. Heuk.”

Perhaps because of the eggs, his stomach growled constantly.

“Taegyeong-ah. Can you eat?”

‘Or should I feed you more cum?’

A gentle smile spread across Hanyeong’s face.

“I don’t have an appetite. I just want to sit…”

Hanyeong stayed by Taegyeong’s side, making sure he was comfortable. He placed cushions between the headboard and Taegyeong’s back, held his hand in case he was in pain, and never left his side.

Meanwhile, Taegyeong was thinking about how he could get his hands on Hanyeong’s cock. His broad shoulders and strong wrists exuded a healthy, esper-like aura. The distinct tendons visible beneath his sleeves kept catching Taegyeong’s eye. He wished Hanyeong would pin him down with that sculpted upper body and thrust into him relentlessly.

“Hyung, I can’t see this well, can you take a look?”

“Where?”

Taegyeong slightly rolled up the hem of his shorts. The inside of his white thighs was red and irritated. Hanyeong coughed awkwardly and averted his gaze. It was the area he’d persistently licked while Taegyeong was asleep, and it was now swollen.

“I think I scratched myself somewhere. If hyung heals me, the eggs might grow bigger… I should just apply some ointment, right? It’s on the desk.”

‘Since it’s red because of you, hyung, it would be nice if you applied it.’

Taegyeong rolled up his shorts further. His soft cock peeked out from under his tight underwear, the round glans exposed.

Hanyeong quickly turned away and stood up. He rummaged through the medicine box for the ointment, sighing deeply. Taegyeong, seeing his flustered expression, purposely let out a few sexy moans, “Ahht, heuut.”

“L-Let me see.”

“Here and here too… ahht, it stings.”

Taegyeong pulled down his shorts, exposing his hip bones. He pointed to the slightly reddened areas where Hanyeong had sucked and bitten him. Hanyeong squeezed an appropriate amount of ointment onto his fingertip and applied it evenly.

“Heu… it’s cold.”

“The ointment will make it feel better. Here too?”

“And on my backside too. It stings.”

Hanyeong carefully applied the ointment to Taegyeong’s thighs. The white ointment smeared on his smooth thighs made them look glossy, as if coated in oil.

Hanyeong clenched his teeth. As if reluctant to just apply the ointment, he spread it slowly and thinly, his actions catching Taegyeong’s eye.

‘Hyung, you can’t hold back anymore, can you?’

“Huu.”

Hanyeong blew on the area where he’d applied the ointment. He must have done it to help it heal faster, but the sensation tickled Taegyeong, making him squirm.

Taegyeong slightly lifted and bent his leg.

“It feels good.”

“…Really?”

Hanyeong lowered his gaze. He closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. Why did he keep having these thoughts about Taegyeong, who was so much younger? If his innocent younger brother found out about his impure thoughts, he might be frightened and distance himself.

Taegyeong, seeing Hanyeong’s hesitation, gently caressed his belly.

“Ah, ah… eut.”

“Taegyeong-ah?”

“Hyung, my stomach hurts, ahheuu… hnngh!”

Taegyeong deliberately spread his legs. Hanyeong flinched in surprise but quickly regained his composure and looked at Taegyeong. Taegyeong had simply adjusted his position. He needed to rein in his imagination.

Taegyeong frowned and clutched his stomach.

“My stomach is so cold and it hurts. Hyung’s hands are warm…”

Taegyeong lay down on the bed and pulled the blanket over him. He was lying there, inviting him to touch, so why would Hanyeong refuse? Moreover, the blanket would hide whatever he did.

Taegyeong buried his face in the pillow. Hanyeong, his heart pounding, placed his hand on Taegyeong’s rounded belly. His navel was cute and delicate. The dip of his hip bones made him want to leave bite marks. His slightly swollen belly, filled with eggs, was round and soft.

‘I want to fuck him now.’

If it weren’t for the eggs inside, he would be thrusting his cock in.

‘That’s right.’

Hanyeong rubbed Taegyeong’s belly, using his regenerative ability. The eggs needed to grow quickly so they could come out. Perhaps because of the healing, Taegyeong’s moans intensified.

“Ah, heu, hyung…!”

‘I’m sorry, Taegyeong-ah. But you need to lay the eggs so I can play with you.’

Why did he have to get his belly filled with cum? It must have been that bastard Seo Wooyeol’s doing. He was the type to do such a thing without hesitation and call it a gift. And then when he returned from the gate, he’d say, “Did you like my present, hyung?” Thank you. I like it very much.

“Ah…! H-Hyung! My stomach… heuu!”

Hanyeong’s heart ached as he watched Taegyeong in pain, but at the same time, he thought it wouldn’t be so bad to have him beneath him, moaning. To think he’d spread his legs for Seo Wooyeol, drooling and making those lewd sounds. He deserved to be punished.