“Again?” Nancy asked hotly as John took her face in his hands, kissing her with breast milk still clinging to her lips. His cock slipped inside her and Nancy forgot all of her questions and fears.
In the morning, John brought her breakfast in bed. Nancy kissed him as she accepted the tray and put it on her lap, or what lap was left.
“It looks so good. Thank you.” Nancy said and gave him a smile.
“I was thinking tonight we could try what we used to.” John asked, rubbing her thigh. “I know how much you used to like using the handcuffs and chains and since the baby will be here in a few months…”
Nancy nearly dropped her toast. She remember she did like it, but now with being a mother soon… “If that’s what you want.” She smiled. “Anything you want, John. That’s what will make me happy.
It made John very happy.
Nancy was handcuffed to the bed, wearing an open blouse that exposed her monstrous belly and naked breasts with giant, elongated nipples. All she could do was beg for relief as John made love to her again, and again.
They would spend hours with him suckling her breasts until they were sore, rubbing her belly in long strokes that proved she was nothing more than a piece of meat. Something he loved, but something he used to pleasure himself.
But Nancy loved it. She had him back and she loved it.
A month ticked by and then two. Nancy grew so large she had to leave her job early and John took a job in construction under an assumed name. As long as he milked Nancy’s breasts he was able to keep his physical form. The milk made him strong, like a warrior, and no one understood how he could do his job as well as he could.
When he was home, he waited on Nancy all day and all night. Her desires for food, and sex, were reaching new heights and he was unable to keep up with her pleasures as the baby surged inside her womb with growth.
A blizzard hit even though it was April. The sky was dark and the snow swirled outside the windows. Nancy bustled around the house in a high neck sweater that ended right after her ass and she wore nothing else. It clung to every inch of her giant belly bump, now stretched so tight it was like a drum. When the baby moved, her stomach seemed to move with it. Almost like she was pregnant with an alien, the way it tried to poke itself out of her body.
Nancy for her part loved her belly. She constantly was rubbing it even as she made dinner. Music was on and she swung her hips, dancing in time with the rhythm. Sometimes she would squat, throwing her hips in a circle, while her hands ran down her belly, over her wet pussy, and down her thighs.
She groaned, throwing her head back as John came up from behind her. His hands cupped her giant, swollen breasts now aways dripping with breast milk. It felt so good when he lifted off her body, like she could finally get some relief.
His mouth found her neck. “You are so sexy when you dance like that.” He whispered, fumbling with his zipper.
It wasn’t a moment too soon for Nancy. She bent over the counter, holding herself up with both arms, and spread her legs. When John pushed his cock into her ass, Nancy cried out in pain, but she loved it beyond life itself.
Tears filled her eyes as he pulsed inside her faster and faster, like he didn’t even care if he hurt her. But Nancy never asked him to stop. “Faster,” she cried. “Faster!” Until they both orgasamed, both screaming in time with each other, but it wasn’t over.
Nancy turned her head to kiss him and then slid down his body, her mouth welcoming the full his cock into her mouth. John gasped, grabbed at the counter to hold himself up while Nancy’s tongue danced around the outside skin of his dick, slowly accepting more, and then less, of him in her mouth, sucking like she had been doing it all her life.
Her hand massaged his balls, squeezing it until he gasped in pain and then letting go until John reached his most heightened level yet. When he released, Nancy swallowed his thick, warm juices.
John helped her stand up, rubbing her belly with both his hands. Nancy moaned, throwing her head back. “You’re getting so big, baby.” He whispered. “Any day now and we’ll be parents.”
Nancy smiled. “And then we’ll do it again….and again.”Then she groaned, grabbing her belly and felt the start of her first contraction. Nancy moaned. “Oh, John. The baby.”
John took her by the shoulders and Nancy leaned on him. “C’mon, lets get you to the hospital.”
Neither of their cars would start and they had been unable to reach anyone for help. Hours passed by until Nancy’s water broke. Then she laid on the bed, breathing out of her mouth and writhing with pain on the bed. The baby inside of her wanted out, and wanted out bad.
John paced, on the phone with emergency. “She’s been in labor for hours. It’s coming no matter if you have us on a wait list or not.”
Another contraction and Nancy threw her head back, her heels digging into the mattress, her hands gripping her stomach hard. It was almost time to push. She could feel it. “John,” she whispered, shireking out with pain.
“God Damn it!” John threw his cell phone across the room and then went down on the mattress, pushing nancy’s legs open wider. “We have to have it here, baby. The storm is keeping anyone from getting to us.”
Nancy cried, her knees falling outward. “I can’t…”
“You can.” John insisted, rubbing her thighs and then stroking her belly, large and glistening with life. She was carrying very low now. It had to be only a few minutes before the baby would be born.
“You just need to relax.” He whispered, kissing her inner thighs, his hand stroking her pussy. “Just relax and let the baby come.”
Nancy nodded, her lip quivering as she gripped the headboard of the bed. She moaned as John rubbed her belly and then smashed her nipples flat with the palms of his hands. John kissed them, lengthening the nipples with his teeth until she shrieked from the flowing pain in her chest.
She could feel something slipping from her.
“It’s coming,” she said softly, feeling John stroke her pussy faster, then slower. She was juicing all over the place and when he ran his tongue around her belly, she thought she died and went to heaven.
“I have her head. How about you try a push?” John asked.
Nancy complied, she reached up and grabbed her knees, forcing herself up and pushed with everything she had. In the end her baby girl was born. John wrapped it in a blanket and handed her to nancy.
Nancy cried, allowing the newborn girl to suckle at her full, round breasts. She looked to John and saw he was still there, still flesh and blood. “John?”
“Your breast milk will keep me here, alive, until your healed and ready to do it again.”
Nancy smiled at him and their new born daughter. “I can’t wait.”
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Rolling onto her back, Crissy’s mouth fell open as she snored. Lost in a deep sleep she never heard the giant blue bug land on her window ceil. Not even when it squeezed inside her open window.
It’s wings fluttered as it took in the sight of her and swooped down to her bed. The weight of the giant bug caused the bed to creek and groan. The bug salivated as it studied her form and sensed she was prime and ready to be bred.
He jabbed his stinger in her leg to keep her sedate and unconscious. Crissy would never be aware he was there, not until her young body began to swell round and monstrous with his offspring. Then when she was ready to give birth the bugs would return, to bring her to their colony so she could be bred multiple times by him and their cohabitants.
His long abdomen began to thrash against her abdomen until it found the wetness of her panties. The bug tore through them with its elongated end repeatedly until it found it inside himself. The bug made a few chirping noises, almost like humming, until he was deep inside her body.
Crissy moaned, her back arched and her mouth fell open, but she did not awake. The bug pounded her furiously until it climaxed and its warm fertile juices filled her insides. Onc
e done the bug flew out the window and Crissy was never the wiser.
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Chapter One
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