Chaotic Admiration~!!

Kassaz commissioned this silly little image and wrote this silly little story to go along with it, now collected into an anthology:
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/564117/7/sexier-short-stories-with-particularly-pregnant-ponies/chaotic-admiration

Eris believed existence to be a very brief thing, like a short story told only to leave its characters frozen in time forevermore, the mortal in their cold graves and immortal in stasis. She wouldn’t mind an existence of staring into a swirling void forever, but the longer it went on the more she thought some variety and companionship would help.

The first thing she did was create a mirror, so that she could enjoy her own company. She stared at her reflection for eons, and particularly enjoyed when her reflection disobeyed her to do something silly instead. While Eris was indeed perfect in every way, she eventually noticed that perfection couldn’t be appreciated properly in isolation. She began to fill her world with mimicry of that which she had seen from other worlds, such as a hill to stand on, and a house to stand on the hill. The imperfection of her surroundings delightfully exaggerated the perfection of her every nook and cranny. Soon enough, however, she realized that she’d overdone it; even with her wonderful reflection and a swirling vortex of chaos in every direction, there was far too much imperfection now in her realm.

Eris rubbed her chin with a claw. Perfect as she was, different entities could be perfect too. She resolved to make more of herself, but unlike her reflection. She scratched off a tiny part of herself, made it male, and then scrambled its characteristics further. Now with a suitable “other half” in her grasp, she put it behind her lips and swallowed it. While Eris found it interesting to track the matter’s course through her body on the way to making a new draconequus, she decided to skip ahead to see the good stuff sooner.

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Eris’ gut stuck out from her formerly-slender form, dominating her body as much as she’d allow it, which was quite a bit. The little draconequus inside struck out from his or her—it kept changing—home, never tiring and only stopping whenever Eris willed it with a magical wave of her paw or a material clench of her abdominal muscles. Eris was currently breaking dishes to put them in her cabinets, narrating everything she did to her child, whether it liked it or not.

“Oh, one day you’ll be in here too, but outside of me.” The outline of a paw became visible against her skin and through her fur, and she tickled it with a claw as she gently pushed it back in. “Now now, enjoy yourself in there. You don’t have to do anything right now. You’ll never be as relaxed and safe as you are right now!” Eris turned away from the dishes, accidentally slamming her belly into the wall to the point her entire body reverberated a few paces backwards. Her belly continued swaying back-and-forth even after the rest of her had recovered, and she stuck a paw against her belly to hold it in place.

“Sorry about that.” The reply she got was a hindpaw kicking somewhere low she couldn’t see, followed by more. She rested her paw on her kitchen table and then shifted her weight to get in a halfhearted squatting position, tail waving idly behind her while she watched the movement. She rested a claw on the protrusions as they appeared, and giggled at her child, until a kick struck her in the bladder. She phased her claw past her hip and pulled out her bladder, setting it on the table afterwards. “I’m not really in the mood for that right now. Stop being such a baby, you’re fine in there. You’ve got plenty of padding in there, anyway. In fact,” Eris went outside and summoned her mirror again, “let’s take a look at our padding, shall we?”

Her form was cartoonishly-bloated, with a slender neck and limbs connected to an oversized belly and huge rear making her look like a overripe pear, so perfection as usual. Eris turned her back to the mirror to get a better look at her butt. “It looks like that nothing I’ve been eating has gone to all the right places!”

Eris couldn’t help but realize that such a huge pregnancy, and the company of her reflection doubling it, really seemed to balance out her perfection with the imperfection. She questioned if she needed to give birth at all and return to her previous, different perfection. That thought pleased part of Eris, and the part of her with another mind in it really didn’t care for the idea at all, striking out as much as the little extremities Eris had so lovingly made would allow. “Don’t be such a baby, or rather keep being such a baby, baby.”

Eris figured she could stand an eternity admiring her body in the mirror well enough. She had an eternity to change her mind.