hedonism and debauchery

They barely made it in the door before Remy was pinned against the counter, and Finn’s mouth was on his. They’d gone out, and, while getting boba at a new spot that had opened nearby, ended up falling into a downright filthy conversation that had them rushing back to their apartment, lest they be arrested for public indecency. Finn had a leg between Remy’s, pressed against his dripping cunt, letting the shorter man grind on it while their mouths were occupied. Remy’s hands found his boyfriend’s belt and began fiddling with it, eventually getting it undone and opening his pants. He pushed Finn back, then turned him so he was pinned where Remy had been. He wrapped his hands around Finn’s half hard cock and stroked him to full stiffness before falling to his knees and licking a stripe along the underside of it. He kissed at the tip before taking it fully in his mouth and licking all around the head. Finn gasped and moaned, burying a hand in Remy’s hair to egg him on. Remy began to suck with fervor, taking as much of Finn as he could into his mouth, gagging as his dick hit the back of his throat. Remy kept pushing, and it wasn’t long before Finn was crying down and cumming down his throat.

Finn pulled him off his softening cock and kissed him, licking into his mouth and tasting himself. He pulled them both back up and toward the bedroom, where he promptly pulled Remy’s pants off and threw him down on the bed. Remy positioned himself against the headboard and let Finn spread his legs. Finn moved to bury his face in Remy’s cunt before pausing.

“What is it?” Remy asked. Finn furrowed his brow.

“I have an idea. I’ll be right back,” Finn got up off the bed and ran down the hall, leaving Remy half naked and dripping on the sheets. He pulled his shirt off and sat back on the bed. This wouldn’t be the first time Finn had come up with some spontaneous bedroom experiment. Once he’d decided to fill Remy’s cunt with whipped cream, eaten it out of him, and then eaten him out again in the shower afterwards, licking every bit of the sugar from his hole and leaving no trace. Finn’s ideas usually ended up pretty enjoyable, but sometimes they did end up a tad weird.

Finn came back with his half-drunk milk tea, still full of little black pearls. He took a few long sips before storing all the boba in one cheek and swallowing the tea. Remy cocked an eyebrow.

“What are you going to do with that?” He asked, a little apprehensive. He trusted Finn, but failed to see what he could do with boba of all things. Finn crawled back in between Remy’s legs before looking up to his face. He held his thumb up, then down, giving a questioning look. Ever the gentleman. Remy nodded.

Then his face was in Remy’s cunt, licking up his folds and circling his clit. He focused on the short shaft for a few moments, before moving down to his hole. He pressed a finger in, then two, stretching him out a little before diving in with his tongue. He pulled his tongue in and out a few times, then pressed his lips to Remy’s hole and began to push the boba into him. The pearls were warm from being in Finn’s mouth, and felt strange popping into him. Finn pushed them further in with his tongue, and emptied the stores in his cheeks before grabbing another mouthful from his cup and repeating the process.

Soon they filled his hole, and Finn went back in with his tongue, shifting them around inside of Remy. Finn had brought a hand up to gently rub at his clit while he worked, keeping Remy panting and squirming against his face. Every now and then a little whine would escape his throat, and Finn chased those sounds.

The pearls felt odd inside of Remy. They shifted and rolled inside him with every movement of Finn’s tongue. They pressed against every inch of his walls while the fingers stroked him, and he felt the stretch as even more pearls were deposited into him. He whined and moaned, grabbing at a pillow up to bury his face in to hide his noises. Finn noticed and batted his hands away from the pillow. He loved the noises Remy made during sex, even if Remy was embarrassed by them. Remy whined again before fisting his hands into the sheets instead and just letting the noises come.

He eventually began to feel a warmth building in his core, close to his peak. He held his thighs tight around Finn’s head and moaned. “Fuck, Finn- I’m so close, dont stop, please-” he cut off with a cry and Finn pressed hard against his clit. That drove him over the edge and his cunt clenched with his climax, forcing a few of the pearls out and back into Finn’s mouth. He looked down to see Finn grinning as he swallowed the boba, bringing his tongue back down to begin digging them out. He worked them out of Remy’s oversensitive hole, gently hooking his tongue to pull them out.

Once he’d gotten all he could with his mouth, leaving Remy panting against the sheets, he offered a hand and guided him to the bathroom. He got them both in the shower, where he used his fingers to dig more of the pearls out, and brought Remy over the edge a second time. Once he was sure he’d gotten them all out, he gently washed all the stickiness off of the both of them, and ten minutes later they were wrapped in a blanket on the couch, where Remy promptly fell asleep.

Remy woke up a couple of hours later with a bloated feeling in his gut. He groaned and cuddled closer to Finn, who had turned on some sort of documentary about shrimp. Finn kissed the top of his head and wrapped his arm around Remy’s shoulder, pulling the blanket off of them and tugging Remy sideways to lay across his lap, and wrapping him back up like a swaddled baby. He rested a hand over his stomach, thinking they’d probably just given him regular milk at the boba spot by accident, and went back to sleep.

He awoke again after a few more hours, Finn was now asleep and snoring and the sky was dark outside. The clock on the wall read five past 10. Remy felt even more bloated than before. He lifted the blanket to see a visible curve to his normally fairly flat stomach. He’d never reacted this severely to milk before, but he felt okay other than the slight ache. He stood, laying the blanket over the back of the couch and gently shaking Finn awake. He guided his still-half-asleep boyfriend to bed and went back to sleep pressed against his side. The bloating would probably pass by tomorrow, nothing to worry about.

~~~

Ok, now he was worried. Remy had woken up early the next morning, gone to use the bathroom, and caught sight of himself in the mirror. His stomach had swollen far past what could be considered bloating, with no other indicators that it was a reaction to something. His navel had even popped out. He lifted his shirt and pressed a hand against his swollen stomach, and felt something inside it shift inside him. He jerked his hand back with a gasp and rushed out of the bathroom.

He shook Finn, who groaned for a few more minutes of sleep. “Finn, something is wrong, seriously, get up!” Finn’s eyes flew open at that and he pushed himself up to sit.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, but look,” Remy lifted his shirt again to show his middle. He could pass for someone six months pregnant at this point. Finn extended a hand and poked Remy’s belly, making him yelp and yank his shirt back down. “I-I thought they gave me milk by accident or something yesterday, but it’s gotten worse, I dont know whats going on.”

Finn stood and began looking for his shirt. “I’ll go get the car started, there’s an emergency room on campus, I’ll-”

“Wait, no, please, I can’t go to the ER, one of the guys works there,” Remy said. He was starting to panic. One of the other members of his fraternity, who he would readily admit was on the weirder side, worked at the campus ER and would spread the word as soon as he found out Remy was trans. Finn knew he was trying to go stealth. He began to protest, but shut his mouth when he saw the look on Remy’s face.

“Okay, no emergency room. What do you want to do?” Finn asked, bringing a hand up to rest on Remy’s cheek to try and give him a little comfort.

“I don’t know. I don’t even know what’s wrong with me. It aches a little, but it doesn’t actually hurt? It feels like . . . like there’s something in me,” Remy said, bringing a hand to press on his stomach again. He grimaced as he felt whatever was in him shift with the pressure. Finn moved both of his hands to either side of Remy’s belly and squeezed gently, making the things roll and press against his organs. Remy groaned at the sensation. Finn guided him to lay back down on the bed so he could continue inspecting the swell. After a few minutes of prodding and fondling, Finn’s hands found their way to Remy’s waistband and tugged it down to inspect between his legs.

“Finn, seriously, now is really not the time,” Remy whined. Despite his protests, he was already soaked. He refused to admit it to himself, but every touch of his belly sent waves of arousal coursing through him. He fought the feeling, embarrassed, but it persisted.

“I’m not trying to get in your pants, babe, I’m trying to make sure you’re not dying,” Finn said. That sent a fresh wave of fear hurtling through his thoughts. Oh god, what if he was dying? He seemed to still be swelling, slightly bigger than he was when he woke up. What if he just kept growing until he burst? What a waste of all the money he’d spent on student loans. His train of thought was cut off when Finn shoved a finger up his cunt.

“Finn!” Remy cried.

Finn’s mouth curled into a frown and his brow furrowed as he dug his finger around, hitting Remy’s cervix and making him yelp in surprise. “What the fuck?” Finn whispered.

“What, what did you find?” Remy asked, trying to lean over his now seven-month-equivalent belly to look down at himself. He couldn’t see, and Finn inserted another finger and kept prodding. Remy whined.

“Your cervix is really low, I think. . . whatever’s in you, it’s in your uterus, I think?” Finn said.

“Are you trying to say that I’m pregnant or something?” Remy asked. “Oh god, what if it’s ghosts? I can’t do that again, I still get nervous around hospitals!”

“I don’t think it’s ghosts, nothing’s moving in there, and I doubt you’re pregnant, you wouldn’t swell up this fast. This might be uncomfortable, but I’m going to try and feel what’s in there, okay?” Finn said.

“It’s already uncomfortable, just do it,” Remy said. He gasped as Finn’s fingers pressed into his cervix. He squirmed on the bed as Finn continued to inspect him. Eventually, he pulled his fingers out, wiped them off, and brought his hands back to Remy’s belly. He pressed against his skin, trying to get a feel for what was inside him, and after a few more minutes and another poke at his cervix, pulled his hands away.

“Ok, so I do not know what’s in there. I don’t think it’s alive, and it’s kind of . . . squishy? There are a bunch of squishy round things? I’m not sure how many, but there’s definitely at least a dozen of them,” Finn said. “I have a buddy who somehow got himself full of snake eggs that looked similar, but I don’t think that's what this is.”

Remy stared down at the mound and pressed his hand in to feel the squish, thinking about what could possibly have caused this whole situation, when it hit him. “Oh my god.”

“What?”

“The fucking boba! It had to be cursed or something!” Remy said. He pressed both of his hands to his belly, now inching closer to an eight month size, and managed to isolate one of the things. It had a squish to it fairly consistent with that of a tapioca pearl.

Finn looked horrified. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, this is my fault, I shouldn’t have. . . fuck,” Finn said.

“It’s not your fault, you didn’t know,” Remy sighed. “So how are we gonna get these out? I think they might still be getting bigger.”

They both stared at Remy’s abdomen for a moment, contemplating. Finn pulled out his phone to see if he could find anything online, but came up empty handed. Remy got up, a bit of a struggle in his current situation, and started digging around in his things for something that might be useful. He even found the old boba cups, but there was nothing helpful about them.

“I’m gonna call them,” Finn finally said.

“Call who?”

“The shop. I think it’s mostly witches that work there, maybe they had a mix up or something.”

One phone call later confirmed that it was accidental. The shop was owned by some local witches who’d made the batch for someone else and ended up accidentally mixing it up with a regular batch of pearls. If eaten, there wouldn’t be any problems, but when put in places where one is not supposed to put tapioca pearls, odd things happen. They instructed Finn on how to perform a spell that would help get them out.

By the time Finn had finished drawing the sigil over Remy’s belly, he looked nearly due with twins. The pearls were the size of softballs inside of him. Finn completed the spell, and the sigil glowed and disappeared. They both sat there in silence for a few minutes, waiting for something to happen.

“What is it supposed to do?” Remy asked after a few minutes. “I don’t feel any different.”

“I think it’s derived from some sort of fertility spell, but I’m not sure,” Finn said. “I haven’t really studied these kinds of spells for. . . well, obvious reasons. I’m not trying to get anyone pregnant before I even finish college.”

“Maybe we should call them back, see if we did it wrong or-” Remy cut off with a gasp as his stomach clenched. Every inch of his abdomen was squeezing, forcing the pearls downward, and creating visible bulges against his skin. It sharpened the ache in his gut, but it wasn’t anywhere close to the worst pain he’d felt. He groaned and laid back on the bed, propping his legs up and cradling his belly in his hands. Finn gave him a worried look.

The contraction passed after a few moments, and Remy tried to reposition himself. Finn helped him up into a half-sit, propped up by pillows. He sat next to Remy as another contraction rolled through him a few minutes later, holding his hand and lightly stroking his hair. Finn held him gently, supporting him through the contraction.

“It’s. . .” Remy took a deep breath. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. It hurts a little but I think I’ll be okay.” He buried his face in Finn’s chest as another contraction took hold, and with it, a nagging feeling that urged Remy to push.

He gave in to the urge, trying to force the pearls out with the pressure from the contraction, but felt no progress. A few more contractions, and more pushing, but the pearls refused to leave him. Finn moved down between his legs to inspect what was happening, pressing two fingers into him to see if the pearls were blocked or something. Remy continued to push, but still nothing.

Remy cradled his aching belly between his hands. He could feel the pearls inside him shift with his contractions, rubbing against his inner walls and making him slick with arousal. He whined as another contraction came and went with no progress. The pearls were still growing slowly inside him, and if he didn’t get them out soon they’d be too big, if they weren’t already.

Finn brought his hands up to the upper swell of Remy’s belly. “When the next contraction comes, take a deep breath and push for me, okay?” He said. Remy nodded, and was about to ask what he was going to do, but the next contraction was already gripping him. He breathed deep and bore down as Finn gripped his belly and pushed his hands into it. Remy cried out at the additional pressure, but soon he felt a pop inside of him. The first pearl had escaped his packed womb and was now stretching his canal wide. Remy moved one of his hands down to feel his folds bulging around the pearl, a coin-sized bit of it visible from his hole. He pushed again, feeling the pearl move and open his folds wider. The contractions were barely a minute apart now. He alternated between rubbing his swollen stomach, trying to count the pearls through his skin, and pushing with the contractions.

His cunt stung as the first pearl hit its widest point, squeezing through his entrance and falling with a wet plop onto the sheets. Finn held it up, glistening in the light, and placed it in a bin he’d set next to the bed. He brought his hands back to Remy’s middle and pushed in with the next contraction, forcing another pearl into his canal. The contractions were on top of each other now, only seconds between them. Sweat dripped down Remy’s forehead as he pushed the second pearl out. The third came quickly after without Finn’s assistance, Remy’s cervix having opened enough to pass them now.

The fourth and fifth came in quick succession, popping out one after the other and making Remy yelp. The stinging was fading with every pearl as his hole stretched to accommodate them. They were coming out faster now, the sixth only needing a few pushes before popping out. The seventh, eighth, and ninth all came quickly. Finn could barely keep up, and by the time he’d deposited one pearl in the bin another was ready to go. Remy groaned and grunted as he pushed them out. His hole burned, not with pain now, but arousal. Every pearl that passed through him pushed against his walls and put pressure on that sensitive bit of flesh as they approached their exit.

Remy reached a hand around his belly, now considerably smaller, to brush his fingers against his clit. He rubbed at his belly with one hand and used the other to stroke himself. He was achingly hard. Finn noticed and gently pushed his hand away, replacing it with his mouth. Remy cried out as Finn sucked him off, pushing three more pearls out. The pleasure egged him on, and both hands now kneaded at his belly. He basked in the feeling of them stretching his skin and pressing on his insides, shifting and rolling, and another popped out of him as he got close to his climax.

Two more pearls shot out of him as he came, squirting on the already ruined sheets. His belly was now the size it had been when he’d gone to sleep last night, still swollen but more akin to bloating than pregnancy. The pearls weren’t coming out as quickly anymore. Fourteen had been passed, and Remy’s abdomen was feeling significantly less crowded. Finn rubbed his swollen folds as the fifteenth came and went slowly, Remy only able to muster lighter pushes. The sixteenth and seventeenth made their way out almost lazily.

The final pearl sat heavy in Remy’s womb. His core was so tired and sore, he hardly had it in him to push it out. He brought a shaky hand to the bulge and pushed it down into his canal manually, mustering just enough energy to squeeze it out of his cunt. It landed in Finn’s hands, and was dropped into the bin with the rest.

Remy’s head flopped back onto the pillow, exhausted. Hours of pushing had sapped every bit of his strength. The ache in his belly was gone, replaced by a dull throb of soreness that extended from his stomach to his thighs. He breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally over.

Finn gently ran a warm washcloth over all the wetness that had accumulated, both from slick and sweat. He threw the cloth into a hamper when he was done, then left the room. Remy almost fell asleep, but Finn came back with a cup of water and a sandwich and held them out for him with an apologetic look. Remy pulled himself up to chug the water and took a couple of bites of the sandwich before Finn spoke.

“I’m sorry about all this, it was my fault. I know some of the witches at the shop, I should’ve checked to make sure-”

“Babe, nobody would think to check if the boba they bought was cursed. It wasn’t your fault, and honestly it probably could’ve gone much worse. Nothing will be as bad as the ghosts, I think,” Remy said. “Maybe let’s be a little more hesitant on putting things in odd places though.”

“That’s probably a good idea with all the nonsense that goes on in this town,” Finn chuckled. “Maybe no more boba for a while.”

Remy nodded.

No more boba.