TW: allusion to captivity, dubious consent
"I'm going to pop you today," I murmur, running my hand over the curve of his swollen belly. The skin is stretched taut, warm under my palm, the faint throb of a pulse beneath it. His breath hitches when my fingers dip lower, tracing the stretch marks that fan out like cracks in porcelain. He doesn’t pull away. He can’t.
His thighs part instinctively when I press between them, the slick heat there betraying him. The scent of him is thick, musky, ripe with pregnancy and arousal. I drag my knuckles through the wetness, watching his stomach jump as he shudders. "Still getting off on this, huh?" My thumb circles his clit, slow and teasing. "Even now."
He whines, high and desperate, hips twitching up into my touch, pushing his back against the bed. His chest has become tits, and they are heavy, leaking, and I squeeze one just to hear him gasp. The dark pink of his nipples is almost purple, sensitive from pregnancy hormones. I pinch hard enough to make him cry out, but his groin jerks forward and a dark flush spreads down his chest. His body responds so clearly to me.
I spread his legs wider, kneeling between them. He obeys with ease. The head of my cock nudges against his soaked hole, and he tenses at entry, not to resist, just the instinctive clench of a body too used to taking me. I push in slow, savoring the way his cunt grips me, hot and greedy. His belly bumps against mine as I bottom out, and he lets out a broken moan. "Fuck," he breathes, voice wrecked. "Fuck, fuck..."
I drag out almost all the way before slamming back in, making him arch off the bed. His swollen stomach bounces with the force of it, his tits slapping down on the mound, nipples hard and beading. The wet sound of our fucking fills the room, mingling with his choked gasps. He’s squeezing around me like he’s trying to milk me dry, the back of his thighs trembling against my hips.
Leaning over him, I press my palm flat against the underside of his belly, pushing up slightly, just enough to make him whimper. "Think this’ll break your water?" I grind deep, twisting my hips to rub against that spot inside him that makes his toes curl. His whole body jerks, a ragged cry tearing from his throat as he cums, cunt pulsing around me. "Fuck, you’re real close," I growl. "Aren’t you? Close to cumming. Close to popping."
I don’t let up, driving into him harder, the bed creaking under us. His hands scramble at the sheets, his back bowing as another orgasm rips through him. The slick gush between his thighs wasn't just arousal now, his hole keeps clenching rhythmically, his breath coming in shallow pants. "Please," he sobs, voice wrecked. "Please, I can’t..." But I don’t stop. Not until I’m buried inside him, spilling deep as his stomach tightens under my hand.
His belly quivers, and I watch his face twist in confusion before realization hits. His water was leaking and now breaks in a warm rush between us, soaking the sheets. He whines, thighs trembling, his hole still fluttering around my cock. "There it is," I murmur, dragging my fingers through the mess. "That's a good boy. There is it." He looks wrecked, tears streaking his cheeks, his beat red, swollen gut heaving with every breath. "You’re gonna push for me soon, aren’t you?"
I pull out just to watch his cunt twitch, gaping and slick. He whimpers when I shove two fingers back inside, curling them deep. "Fuck, you’re not so tight anymore," I groan. "Your body is getting ready." His hips jerk, oversensitive but still hungry. I scissor my fingers, stretching him wider, feeling the way his body fights to clench down. "You wanna cum again? Before the real work starts?"
His answer is a broken moan, his thighs shaking as I rub his clit with my thumb. He wouldn't say no even if he could. He’s so close. I can feel it in the way his breath stutters, the way his cunt grips my fingers like it’s begging for more. I lean down to bite his nipple, hard, and he screams as he cums from that alone, his stomach tightening in a way that’s not just pleasure anymore. "Good," I whisper against his skin. "That's my good boy. Let's get this baby out of you."
I flip him onto his hands and knees, a task much harder now than it was 10 months ago, despite his full submission. His swollen belly hangs heavy beneath him, resting on the bed. He gasps when I shove between his cheeks, his pussy still throbbing from his last orgasm. The angle’s deeper like this, and I can feel the way his body tenses around me with every contraction. "Push," I order, slamming into him harder, my hands gripping his hips. "Fucking push." He sobs, but his body obeys, his cunt clenching rhythmically as he bears down.
The head of my cock pushes through his ass cheeks and I know he is hurting from his other opening. His whimpers are raw, his fingers clawing at the sheets. But both his holes are still slick, still hungry, and when I reach around to stroke his t-dick, he breaks, another orgasm ripping through him. "That’s it, bitch," I growl, feeling his body squeeze me impossibly tighter. "Take it. Take all of it."
His scream is ragged when the next contraction hits, his stomach visibly tightening as his cunt convulses and bulges slowly. I can feel the shift inside him from below, the pressure building, and I don’t pull out from his ass, not even when he sobs my name, not even when his body locks up, his back arching as the first real push tears through him. "Fuck," I grit out, thrusting deeper, my fingers digging into his flesh. "Let me feel you work."
His thighs are slick with sweat and amniotic fluid, his hole clenching in waves as the baby crowns. The stretch is obscene, his body opening impossibly wider around the child forcing its way out. His t-dick twitches untouched, I flick at it and give his belly a pat, producing a wet echo. His breath is coming in short, panicked gasps. "You’re doing so good," I lie, not really knowing. My voice is rough, my hips are still moving, fucking him through it. "Just take it."
The moment the baby slides free, his body squeezes down hard, greedy, even now, milking my cock as I groan and spill inside him again. He collapses onto his elbows, trembling. The newborn wails between his legs, and he attempts to move down to see his baby, but I don’t let him and I don't pull out, not yet. I stroke his t-dick from behind instead, slow and teasing, watching his spent body jerk. "Baby is fine. You're going to give me one more. One more," I murmur, pressing my lips to the sweat damp curve of his spine. "Just one more. For daddy. Then you can admire my work."
He sobs when I start moving again, his oversensitive body clenching weakly around my cock. His belly is softer, deflated, his tits leaking, but his body responds anyway. Always so fucking eager. I fuck him slow this time, dragging it out, savoring the way he moans and whines with every thrust. "You’re mine," I remind him, fingers tightening around his t-dick, turning to a violent pinch. "Always." His broken moan, louder than the baby now, is answer enough.
