My hands were tied at the wrists and locked to the headboard. My legs, spread and tied by the ankles to the bottom corners of the bed.
“Look how fast you’re growing.” He said, tracing a hand down my side and over my abdomen. The skin was tight, and his soft touch sent pangs of arousal through me. I craned my neck, looking down to where my midriff was stiff and bloated.
“Please-“ I began, interrupted by him rubbing my tight belly. It was rounded, and I loved it so much. I could feel the baby growing, my body stretching to accommodate the sudden and uncontrollable growth. I breathed out.
He untied one of my ankles, raising it to his shoulder, angling me to the side. He pushed his cock into my wet pussy.
“You’re so good at making babies, babe” he jolted out inside of me, my belly shifting with his thrusts. I groaned, incapable of language against the pleasure of the fullness. He reached for my tits, squeezing one as he continued to fuck me.
“Pretty udders” he commented , milk spurting from my overfilled tits. He came in me, tying my ankle back to the corner.
“Almost done cooking.” He said: I craned my neck: my tits were huge, soft and dripping milk. My belly tight, blue-veined.
I gasped, the first contraction hitting me.
“you’re so fucking cute and ripe.”
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