Thousands

You service dozens of daemons a day. The researcher brings them in. Some give you venom, some are sadistic and like to leave you in pain. Soon enough youve lost count. Some have barbed penises, some have prehensile, and some have double dicks that they like to stick both in your horribly wrecked cunt or one in each gaping orifice.

After the first month you started feeling nauseated and bloated. Your belly has bulged suddenly and you look like the women from your village that are into their second trimester of pregnancy. The researcher has confirmed you are carrying a hoard of daemon. The gestation period for daemon is apparently 6 months and are usually large in number. Your tits have swollen greatly and you are still servicing all the daemon. As you get larger you are naturally more insatiable with lust. Your permanently stretched pussy is constantly soaked with a combination of your secretions and left over daemon spunk.

By your third month you look overdue with triplets and your navel has been popped out for quite some while, looking like an orange riding low on a prize winning watermelon. They keep you turned side to side to be able to reach your pussy and ass. Your so lusty you cant even remember your Paladin orders or the religion you once served.

After the fifth month your watermelon sized teats are dribbling milk and the researcher has daemon suckling off excess milk. The pregnant belly that would have to be carted in a large wheelbarrow protrudes as you lay on your side and are constantly fed and fucked in an endless parade. The researcher is having a great time detailing the reproductive cycle of daemon and humans.

When you're a month overdue your water breaks. It takes hours before active labor begins. The researcher has brought in colleagues and collaborators to study you and your progeny and stare at your expelling vagina. Theyve created a special birthing stand that supports you're extremely protruding tummy and allows you to be on all fours to leave your birth canal open and visible. Your grunting and pushing in absolute agony as dull horns on a ridiculously large head get pushed out of an admittedly stretched orifice. As your first offspring crowns there is awe from the researchers, and the baby passes through the ring of fire with a large tear in your perineum. 5 more follow much easier.

They are put to your breasts in twos. Your poor pussy is a mangled mess. It will never be the same. Some potions are shoved down your throat for internal healing and they begin to send in the daemon to breed again.