Go to sleep. Getting pregnant has exhausted you

You don't know why, but you're suddenly so tired that you can barely keep your eyes open. Your Master smiles and cups your cheek. "Sleep, little slut. Making baby make you tired. We fuck more tomorrow."

He runs his hand over your belly, before licking it, and that's the last thing you remember before falling asleep. After a blissful sleep, you wake up to a strange sensation. You feel heavier, bloated. You look down, and to your shock, your belly has grown, as well as the baby within. Your Master is already awake, smiling at you.

"W-what happened?" you ask. "I couldn't have been asleep for that long."

He shakes his head. "No, not asleep for long." He points at your mark and explains, "Magic mark make baby grow fast. In three days, you give birth."

"Is... is that possible... or even safe?" you ask as you start to sweat.

The orc nods. "It safe. But mother need much food, and much cum for baby to be healthy."

You run your hands protectively over your mound, and think about your situation. The orc, seeing your conflict about this, licks your cheek, and gets to his feet. "No fear. Me not let harm happen to you. Me send you food."

Before you can respond, the orc leaves the room. With a sigh, your focus returns to your ever growing baby. You can't help but worry that he's growing too fast, but then realize that this must a common practice at the Farm. Since every woman you saw has the same mark as you do. Suddenly, your door opens and in steps a young elf boy, of all things. Carrying a tray of food, filled with various meats, some vegetables, and a loaf of bread. There's also a glass of what looks like wine.

The elf boy sets the tray down next to you. His eyes travel down to your mound, and though he doesn't say anything, it's clear he has nothing but contempt for what's inside. The boy wears nothing but rags and a collar around his neck, he looks very frail, with bone-like arms and legs.

Status: Horny, female orc, sore abdomen, addicted to orc cum, pregnant