Antyny smirked as he watched Jasper cry out in pain from another contraction. The last nine months had been some of the best of his life, if the worst of Jasper's. But now, finally, his enemy and old friend was giving birth to his children. Four, if the witch midwife was right. Jasper screamed in agony. A baby's cry filled the room. As was tradition, visiting dignitaries and members of Antyny's council were in attendance, watching the final humiliation of the former Prince.
"A boy!" the midwife declared, holding the redheaded child aloft. Jasper moaned and groaned from another contraction. Twenty minutes later, all children had been born. Antyny inspected his children with pride. The firstborn was Crown Prince Westeron. Second was the blonde Princess Easteria. Third was redheaded Princess Southerlea. Fourth was blond Prince Northerio.
"Are you pleased?" Jasper panted as the audience filed out.
"Oh, yes," Antyny purred. He walked to Jasper and kissed him deeply. Jasper moaned in desire. "Of course," Antyny said, pulling away, "I used a fertility charm to guarantee you would give me plenty of children at one time." He smirked at Jasper's belly, still distended. The six pack abs were gone. Even Jasper's flat chest was no longer present. Pregnancy had made him grow small breasts. Antyny flicked one of Jasper's nipples. A small bead of milk appeared. "So funny your body produced milk."
"I do not consider it funny," Jasper muttered. Antyny laughed.
"Come now, old friend. I do not intend to leave you in this state." He laughed again. "No, as you were pregnant, I had time to think about what to do with you. And I have new, big plans."