Another reference sheet I got from the amazing  killboi of a pregnant male argonian called Rubs-His-Gut. Long story short, he made a wish to the hist, somewhat fumbled his words, and is now stuck pregnant with what he thinks is his egg sister, and somehow no one has found out he’s pregnant, and just think he now has gained a hefty amount of weight. We actually brainstormed, what I think is pretty good, backstory for him too!





Rubs sat one night alone with the hist, quietly whispering thoughts and wishes to the old tree. The thought that burdened him the most was the fact that he was soon to leave the village and brave the world for his own, but having to also leave his mother alone with no one there for her.
In the mix of that, he also thought about the fact that he was a only child. If anything was to happen to him, his family line would end with his mother.
“Oh great hist, if you can hear me. I wish for my mother not to be alone when I leave, that and have a baby s-“ before he finished his wish, he heard his mother call for him and he got up returning home. Not knowing that the hist heard was listening, and that his wish was granted as soon as he closed his lips.


Rubs-His-Gut was a 19 year old argonian male. His name was product of the fact that when he was little he had a habit of rubbing his belly, so now he was stuck with it. He was more feminine in the way he carried himself. He was lean, spoke in a soft feminine voice, and had a habit of doing what others would consider a woman’s job. He was also a aspiring healer, one of the best in the village, and he prided himself in that fact.

Days turned to weeks, weeks to a few months since Rubs made his wish to the hist. He had completely forgotten about the night, as he was always helping his mother and making sure he had gotten all that he needed for his journey into the world.
He finished packing the last of his things, hefting himself up from the floor. Recently he’d noticed that he was gaining weight, but strangely mostly in his belly. He stood rubbing the small orb that was his belly, wondering why he was so bloated.

A few more months had passed, and he was now out in the world lending his services to whoever needed them. His belly had grown much larger now, looking as if he’d swallowed a watermelon. His green scales stretched tight, but not a single stretch mark lined them. One day he slowly waddled through some woods, nearly having a complete heart attack by what he felt. He looked down at his orb, and not only felt but saw a kick. His eyes where wide, and his legs trembled as he reached down to touch his taught tum. Fear and shock turned to joy and happiness as he felt the unborn baby shift in him, and he realized why he’d grown so large. He thought back to the night when he made his wish.
“By the hist! The hist must’ve heard my wish, but I must’ve messed up.” He said rubbing his belly.
“I wanted my mother to have a child, so that I may have a sibling. Not me having my own sibling!” He said aloud, as he eased himself onto the ground.
He sat feeling, his belly move, thinking that he now had to be more careful with what he did. As he sat, thinking about the sibling he carried, he wondered if he was to have a brother or sister. As if in response when he thought of having a sister, the baby kicked him hard.
“Oh, did you hear me think? Are you to be my egg sister?” He said to his belly.
In response he felt a flutter of kicks and movement.
“I’ll take that as a yes sister.” He said with a wide smile, as he rubbed his belly.