Peter had always been the biggest man in any room. At 6’8” and built like a god—broad shoulders, chiseled abs, thighs like tree trunks—he turned heads everywhere he went. Melina, his girlfriend of three years, was no slouch herself at 6’1”. With her long blonde hair cascading down her back, full breasts, and an hourglass figure that looked sinful in anything tight, she matched his energy perfectly. They lived together in a sleek downtown apartment, fucking like rabbits every night, her long legs wrapped around his waist while he pinned her against the wall and drove into her deep. She loved how he dwarfed her. “My giant,” she’d moan, nails raking down his massive back. “Nobody makes me feel small like you do.”
Then the shrinking virus hit.
It was rare—something scientists still didn’t fully understand—but Peter caught it after a business trip. At first it was just fatigue. Then the clothes started to loosen. Over the next eight weeks, he shrank slowly, inch by agonizing inch, his body staying perfectly proportioned but getting smaller and smaller. Melina tried to be supportive. She held him at night when he hit 6’0”, kissing his forehead and whispering that size didn’t matter. When he dropped to 5’6”, she still let him fuck her, though she had to get on top now and his thrusts felt… different. Shallower. Less commanding.
By the time he reached 4’10”, something in her eyes had changed.
She still loved him. Or at least she said she did. But the hunger wasn’t there anymore. The way she used to bite her lip and stare up at him like he could break her in half was gone. Now she looked down at him—literally—and the spark had faded. Peter noticed the way her gaze lingered on his shrinking frame, the subtle disappointment when his head no longer cleared her shoulder. She started working out more, coming home sweaty and flushed, talking about “needing to feel strong.” Their sex became infrequent, mechanical. She’d straddle his smaller body and ride him, but her moans sounded polite. Forced.
Peter was 3’8” the night everything shattered.
He barely came up to her hips now. His once-massive cock was still proportionally impressive on his tiny frame, but it looked laughably small against her long, toned legs. Melina had dressed up that evening in a tight gray ribbed dress that hugged every curve—thin straps over her shoulders, the fabric stretched across her full breasts and wide hips, the hem skimming just above her knees. She looked like a goddess. Peter stood in the living room in nothing but boxer briefs that now pooled around his ankles if he wasn’t careful, staring up at her.
“Melina… you look incredible,” he said, voice smaller than it used to be.
She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Thanks, baby. I’m going out with some friends tonight. Don’t wait up.”
She kissed the top of his head like he was a child and left.
She wasn’t going out with friends.
Chad was 6’5” of pure, sculpted muscle—blond hair faded on the sides, sharp jaw, chest and abs that looked carved from marble. They’d met at the gym three weeks earlier. Melina had been spotting herself in the mirror when he walked up, towering over her in the best way, and offered to load more weight on her bar. The chemistry was instant. He made her feel tiny again. Protected. Desired. After their first secret coffee date, she’d sucked his cock in his truck like a woman starved. Tonight, after weeks of sneaking around, she was done hiding.
The front door clicked open at 11:17 p.m. Peter, who had fallen asleep on the couch in his oversized T-shirt, woke to the sound of her laughter—light, flirty, the kind she used to save for him. Then a deeper voice. Heavy footsteps.
Melina stepped into the living room first, cheeks flushed, dress slightly askew. Behind her loomed Chad—shirtless already, black gym shorts riding low on his hips, every ridge of his abs and the deep V of his pelvis on full display. He was massive. Peter’s stomach dropped.
“Peter,” Melina said softly, almost sweetly, as she kicked off her heels. Even barefoot she towered over him now. “This is Chad. I’ve told him all about… your condition.”
Chad’s eyes flicked down to the tiny man on the couch. A slow, arrogant smirk spread across his face. “Holy shit. You weren’t kidding, babe. He really is pocket-sized.”
Peter’s face burned. “Melina, what the fuck—”
“Shhh.” She pressed a finger to her lips, then turned and pulled Chad down into a deep, hungry kiss right there in front of him. Her hands roamed over his massive chest, squeezing the hard muscle, moaning into his mouth as his big palms gripped her ass and lifted her effortlessly. Peter could only watch, frozen, as Chad’s fingers bunched up the tight gray dress until it rode up around her waist, exposing the lacy black thong underneath.
“God, you’re so fucking big,” Melina breathed against Chad’s lips. She glanced down at Peter, eyes dark with something between pity and excitement. “You used to be able to pick me up like that, remember? Now look at you.”
Chad chuckled, low and deep. He set her down, then hooked his thumbs in his shorts and pushed them to the floor. His cock sprang free—thick, long, veined, easily twice the size of Peter’s even at full hardness. Melina dropped to her knees without hesitation, wrapping both hands around it and stroking as she looked up at him like he was everything Peter no longer was.
Peter’s heart hammered. His own little cock twitched traitorously in his boxers.
Melina took Chad into her mouth, sucking greedily, gagging herself on his length while her eyes watered with lust. Chad groaned, one hand tangled in her long blonde hair, guiding her deeper. “That’s it, baby. Suck it like you’ve been dreaming about all week.” He looked down at Peter. “Your girl’s got a hungry little throat. Bet you miss this view from up here, huh?”
Melina pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening cock. She stood, peeled the gray dress over her head, and let it drop. Her body was perfect—full, heavy breasts with hard pink nipples, narrow waist flaring into wide hips, smooth shaved pussy already glistening. She turned to Peter, voice husky.
“Watch, baby. Watch what a real man does to me.”
She pushed Chad back onto the oversized sectional couch—the same one Peter had been sleeping on—and climbed on top. Chad’s huge hands gripped her waist as she sank down onto his cock, inch by thick inch, stretching her open with a long, throaty moan that echoed through the apartment. “Fuuuuck yes… so deep… God, I forgot what this feels like.”
Peter stood there, barely three feet tall, staring up as Melina rode Chad hard. Her tits bounced with every slam of her hips. Chad thrust up into her, powerful and relentless, slapping skin-on-skin while she cried out in pleasure. She looked down at Peter between gasps, eyes glassy.
“You could never fuck me like this anymore, could you? Look how tiny you are now. My little Peter… just standing there with your cute little dick hard while a real man ruins my pussy.”
Chad laughed, reached down, and lifted Melina like she weighed nothing, flipping her onto her back. He spread her long legs wide and drove back in, pounding her into the cushions. The couch creaked under his power. Melina’s back arched, heels digging into his back as she came hard around him, screaming his name.
Peter couldn’t look away. His own hand had slipped into his boxers without thinking, stroking his shrunken cock furiously.
Chad noticed. “Aw, look at that. The little guy’s jerking off to his girlfriend getting stretched.” He pulled out suddenly, cock shiny with Melina’s cum, and stroked himself fast. “Where do you want it, baby?”
“On my tits,” Melina panted, pushing them together. “Mark me while he watches.”
Chad roared as he came, thick ropes of cum painting her breasts and collarbone. Melina moaned, rubbing it into her skin, then looked straight at Peter with a wicked, satisfied smile.
“Clean it up, tiny. With your tongue. Show Chad how good you are at being my little helper now.”
Peter hesitated, trembling with shame and unbearable arousal.
Melina’s voice dropped to a dangerous purr. “Now, Peter. Or I’ll make you watch every single night from now on.”
He stepped forward on shaky legs, climbed up onto the couch between her spread thighs, and lowered his face to her cum-covered breasts. As his tongue touched the warm, salty mess, Melina stroked his hair almost tenderly.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “This is how it’s going to be from now on. You stay small and cute… and Chad stays big. Just the way I like it.”
Chad leaned back against the cushions, still half-hard and smirking, one massive arm slung around Melina’s shoulders.
“Welcome to the new normal, shortstack,” he said.
Peter licked slowly, humiliated, hard, and completely owned.
Two weeks after that humiliating night on the couch, Chad moved in.
Melina made the announcement over breakfast. Peter sat on a stack of cushions at the kitchen table so he could reach his plate, still only 3’8” and feeling smaller every day. His tiny fork looked ridiculous in his hand. Melina, fresh from a shower and wearing nothing but one of Chad’s oversized tank tops that still barely covered her ass, smiled down at him with that new mix of affection and superiority.
“Baby, Chad’s lease is up at the end of the month,” she said casually, sipping her coffee. “It just makes sense. He’s here almost every night anyway, and… well, you’re not exactly filling the bed anymore.”
Peter’s stomach twisted. “Melina, this is our apartment. We picked it out together.”
Chad walked in from the bedroom at that moment, shirtless and towering at 6’5”, his muscular frame still glistening slightly from his own shower. He ruffled Peter’s hair like he was petting a child as he passed.
“Relax, little man. I’ll pay half the rent. You won’t even notice I’m here… except when I’m balls-deep in your girlfriend every night.” He grinned, slapping Melina’s ass hard enough to make her yelp and giggle.
She bit her lip, eyes sparkling as she looked up at Chad. “See? He’s so reasonable. And honestly, Peter… I need to feel safe. Protected. You used to make me feel that way. Now…” Her gaze dropped to his small body. “Now I need someone who can actually reach the top shelf without a step stool.”
The move happened fast. Chad’s things started appearing everywhere—his massive weight bench in the living room, his protein shakes crowding the fridge, his enormous sneakers lined up by the door like boats next to Peter’s child-sized shoes. The king bed that once fit Peter and Melina perfectly now felt dominated by Chad. Peter was relegated to a small cot in the corner of the bedroom, low to the ground, where he had a perfect view of the action.
The first night Chad officially lived there, they didn’t even wait until Peter was “asleep.”
Melina came out of the bathroom in the tight gray ribbed dress she’d worn the night she first brought Chad home—the one that clung to every curve, the hem riding high on her long thighs. She’d started wearing it more often because she knew how it affected both of them. Peter in different ways.
Chad was already on the bed, naked, stroking his thick cock lazily as he watched her. “Fuck, babe. You wear that for me?”
“For us,” she corrected with a wicked smile, glancing at Peter on his cot. “Come here, tiny. Help me out of this.”
Peter climbed off the cot, heart pounding, and stood in front of her. Even with her in heels, the top of his head barely reached the underside of her breasts. She turned around, presenting the zipper. His small hands trembled as he pulled it down slowly, revealing the smooth expanse of her back. When the dress pooled at her feet, she stepped out of it and turned, completely naked except for the strappy heels.
Chad whistled low. “Goddamn. Look at that body. And it’s all mine now.”
Melina climbed onto the bed on all fours, arching her back and presenting her ass and dripping pussy to Chad like an offering. She looked over her shoulder at Peter. “You can watch from the end of the bed tonight. Close enough to see everything… but not close enough to touch.”
Chad didn’t waste time. He knelt behind her, gripped her hips with his big hands, and slammed into her in one powerful thrust. Melina cried out, fingers twisting in the sheets. “Yes! Fuck, Chad—harder. Show him how a real man fucks.”
The bed shook with every brutal stroke. Chad’s heavy balls slapped against her clit as he pounded her, his muscular torso flexing, sweat already beading on his chest. Melina’s moans grew louder, filthier. “You hear that, Peter? That’s what I sound like when I’m actually getting stretched. When I feel full.”
Peter stood at the foot of the bed, forced to watch every detail—Chad’s thick cock disappearing into Melina’s tight pussy, the way her juices coated him, the way her ass rippled with every impact. His own tiny erection throbbed painfully in his shorts.
Chad reached forward, grabbed a fistful of Melina’s long blonde hair, and yanked her head back. “Tell him, baby. Tell your little boyfriend what you told me last night.”
Melina gasped, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. “I… I told him I’m not attracted to small men anymore. That watching you shrink killed something in me. I need size. I need strength.” She moaned loudly as Chad hit a particularly deep spot. “And Chad gives me both. Every. Single. Day.”
Chad laughed darkly and flipped her onto her back, throwing her long legs over his shoulders so he could drive even deeper. The new angle made Melina scream, her tits bouncing wildly. She reached down and rubbed her clit furiously.
“Cum for me,” Chad growled. “Cum while your tiny ex watches.”
She did—hard. Her whole body convulsed, pussy clenching around Chad’s cock as she squirted messily onto the sheets. Chad followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her with thick ropes of cum. When he finally pulled out, a creamy white river leaked from her stretched hole.
Melina lay there panting, glowing with satisfaction. She crooked a finger at Peter.
“Come clean me up, little cuck. Every drop. Chad’s cum belongs inside me now… and your tongue belongs on cleanup duty.”
Peter crawled onto the big bed between her spread thighs. The smell of sex was overwhelming—musky, salty, feminine. He lowered his face and began licking, tasting Chad’s thick load mixed with Melina’s sweetness. While he worked, Melina stroked his hair almost gently.
“Good boy,” she cooed. “This is your new role. Chad’s the man of the house now. You’re the little helper. The pet. The one who watches and cleans.”
Chad lounged beside them, one arm behind his head, his spent cock still impressive even soft. He smirked down at Peter.
“Better get used to the taste, shorty. I’m not pulling out anymore. And once she’s pregnant with my kid… you’ll be changing diapers too.”
Melina moaned softly at the words, already getting turned on again. She spread her legs wider, pushing Peter’s small face deeper into her cum-filled pussy.
“Welcome home, Chad,” she whispered, eyes locked on the much larger man beside her. “This apartment finally feels the right size.”
Peter could only lick obediently, trapped between the woman he loved and the giant who had replaced him, his own tiny cock leaking helplessly onto the sheets.
Life with Chad in the house had only just begun.
The weeks after Chad moved in settled into a new, humiliating rhythm.
Chad dominated the apartment—and Melina—completely. Mornings started with him fucking her in the shower while Peter waited on the tiled floor, holding their towels like a servant. Evenings ended with Peter on his knees at the foot of the king bed, licking Chad’s cum from Melina’s well-used pussy while the two taller lovers kissed and laughed above him. Peter’s tiny 3’8” body made him the perfect accessory: easy to lift, easy to ignore, easy to command.
Melina’s appetite for Chad only grew. She stopped pretending she still wanted Peter sexually. The few times he tried to initiate, she’d pat his head and say, “Not tonight, tiny. Chad wore me out. Maybe you can hump my leg later if you’re good.” Instead, she craved being bred. She started tracking her cycle obsessively, whispering filthy things to Chad while Peter cleaned up after them.
“I want you to knock me up,” she’d moan as Chad pounded her from behind on the living room couch, her massive breasts swinging. “Fill me until I’m carrying your big, strong baby. Peter can raise it… but we both know whose it really is.”
Chad would just growl and thrust harder, his heavy balls slapping against her. “Gonna put a real man’s kid in you, babe. Stretch that belly nice and round while your little cuck watches it grow.”
It happened on a humid Friday night, almost exactly two months after Chad moved in.
Melina had been extra horny all day, texting Chad at work about how fertile she felt. When he got home, she was already waiting in the bedroom wearing nothing but a sheer white babydoll that barely covered her ass and a pair of sky-high heels that made her 6’1” frame even more imposing. Peter was ordered to sit in the small armchair in the corner—his “cuck chair”—naked, hands on his knees, tiny cock already leaking in anticipation.
Chad stripped quickly, his 6’5” muscular body rippling as he climbed onto the bed. Melina pushed him onto his back and straddled him reverse-cowgirl style, facing Peter so he had the perfect view. She reached between her legs, guided Chad’s thick, veined cock to her dripping entrance, and sank down slowly with a long, satisfied groan.
“Fuck… so deep already,” she breathed, rolling her hips. “This is the cock that’s going to get me pregnant tonight.”
She rode him hard, tits bouncing, long blonde hair whipping around her shoulders. Chad’s big hands gripped her waist, guiding her up and down his full length. The wet sounds of her pussy swallowing him filled the room, mixed with her increasingly desperate moans.
“Look at him, baby,” Chad said, smirking at Peter. “Your little boyfriend is so small he could probably fit inside you with me if we tried. But instead he just gets to watch me breed you.”
Melina laughed breathlessly and locked eyes with Peter. “You hear that? Chad’s going to cum so deep inside me that there’s no way I don’t get pregnant. And you… you’re going to stay right there and jerk your tiny dick while it happens.”
Peter’s small hand moved obediently to his shrunken cock, stroking furiously as he watched Melina’s body undulate. Her pussy lips stretched obscenely around Chad’s girth, creamy arousal coating his shaft every time she lifted up.
Chad suddenly sat up, wrapped one powerful arm around Melina’s waist, and flipped their positions without pulling out. He pinned her long legs back against her shoulders in a deep mating press, folding her in half. The new angle let him slam even deeper, his heavy balls tightening as he rutted into her like an animal.
“Gonna fill you up,” he growled against her ear. “Gonna pump you so full of my seed you’ll be leaking for days. Tell your little cuck what’s about to happen.”
Melina’s voice cracked with pleasure. “I’m ovulating… right now. Cum in me, Chad. Breed me. Make me yours completely. Peter can be the nanny… but this baby is going to be tall and strong like its real daddy.”
That pushed Chad over the edge. With a deep, guttural roar he buried himself to the hilt and came hard—pulse after pulse of thick, potent cum flooding Melina’s womb. Melina screamed through her own orgasm, her pussy milking him greedily, her toes curling in the air as her body convulsed.
Peter came too, pathetically spurting onto his own small belly while watching the man who had replaced him impregnate his girlfriend.
Chad stayed inside her for a long time afterward, plugging her full. When he finally pulled out, a thick glob of white cum immediately began to leak from her swollen, well-fucked pussy. Melina didn’t let it go to waste.
“Clean-up time, tiny,” she panted, spreading her legs wider and pointing between them. “Every drop. You’re going to swallow as much of Chad’s baby-making cum as you can… and then you’re going to eat me out until I cum again. Maybe it’ll help the sperm reach my egg.”
Peter crawled between her thighs, his face inches from her creampied pussy. The scent was overwhelming—musky, salty, fertile. He pressed his small mouth to her folds and began licking, sucking Chad’s thick load straight from her body while Melina moaned and stroked his hair.
“Good boy,” she cooed, voice dreamy and satisfied. “This is your purpose now. Helping Mommy get bred… and then cleaning up after Daddy.”
Chad lay beside them, one hand lazily playing with Melina’s nipple as he watched Peter work. “Better get used to the taste, shortstack. Once she’s pregnant, I’m still going to fuck her every day. Pregnant pussy is even hornier, I hear.”
Melina smiled wickedly, already grinding her hips against Peter’s face. “Mmm… and when my belly starts growing, you’re going to worship it every night. Kiss it. Talk to the baby. Tell it how its real father is so much bigger and stronger than you.”
Two weeks later, the pregnancy test came back positive.
Melina stood in the bathroom, glowing, holding the stick up for both men to see. Chad wrapped his massive arms around her from behind, hands already sliding down to rest possessively over her still-flat stomach.
Peter stood on a stool so he could see, looking up at the happy couple—his tall, beautiful girlfriend now carrying another man’s child, and the towering stud who had completely taken over his life.
Melina looked down at him with soft, condescending affection. “Congratulations, little daddy. You’re going to be raising Chad’s baby. And don’t worry… we’ll make sure you have a front-row seat for every single month of it.”
She pulled Chad down into a deep kiss while Peter watched, already feeling his tiny cock twitch at the thought of what was coming next: Melina’s body changing, her breasts swelling, her belly rounding out… all while Chad kept claiming her every night.
The shrinking virus had taken Peter’s size.
Chad had taken everything else.
And now, a new life was growing inside the woman Peter once towered over—proof that in their home, only the biggest man got to breed.
First Trimester (Weeks 1–12)
Melina’s morning sickness was brutal, but Chad (Daddy) took care of the heavy lifting—literally carrying her when she felt faint. Peter’s job was simpler but constant: fetching water, rubbing her feet, and, as her breasts grew tender and swollen, gently suckling her nipples to relieve the building pressure.
One quiet morning in week 10, Melina lay on the couch in just a loose tank top, her breasts already noticeably fuller and heavier. She winced, cupping them. “They’re so sore, baby… come here.”
Peter climbed up beside her on the cushions. At 3’8”, he had to kneel carefully. Melina lifted her shirt, exposing one swollen, sensitive breast with its darkening nipple.
“Suckle for Mommy, little one,” she cooed softly, guiding his small mouth to her nipple. “It helps with the tenderness.”
Peter latched on obediently, sucking gently. Warmth flooded his mouth—not milk yet, but the act itself soothed her. Melina sighed in relief, stroking his hair while Chad watched from the kitchen, smirking.
“That’s it, shortstack,” Daddy said. “Help Mommy get ready for when our real baby arrives. Practice makes perfect.”
Later that night, after Daddy had fucked Mommy senseless in their bed, Peter cleaned her cum-filled pussy as usual, then moved up to her chest. Mommy’s breasts were extra sensitive post-orgasm. She pulled him close, pressing his face into her cleavage.
“Keep suckling, sweetie. Mommy likes how your little mouth feels.”
Second Trimester (Weeks 13–26)
Melina’s belly rounded out beautifully on her tall 6’1” frame, but her breasts changed even more dramatically—growing heavy, full, and veined. By week 18, her milk started to come in early, a common occurrence with her heightened hormones. The first time a few drops leaked during sex, Mommy gasped in delight.
“Oh fuck… I’m already making milk for our boy,” she moaned while riding Daddy reverse-cowgirl, her rounded belly bouncing. “Peter—come here. Taste Mommy’s milk.”
Peter knelt at the edge of the bed, eyes wide. Mommy leaned forward slightly, offering one leaking nipple. He latched on and sucked. Sweet, thin colostrum filled his mouth. Mommy shuddered with pleasure, her pussy clenching around Daddy’s thick cock.
“Mmm, yes… good boy. Drink from Mommy while Daddy breeds me deeper.”
Daddy laughed darkly, gripping her hips and thrusting harder. “Look at that. Our little cuck is breastfeeding already. When the real baby comes, you’ll be sharing those tits with him—except you’ll be the one who cleans up after Daddy fills Mommy every night.”
From then on, helping Mommy with her breasts became a daily ritual. Peter would spend long minutes latched onto her swollen nipples in the mornings, swallowing her warm milk while she sighed and rubbed her growing belly. Sometimes Daddy would fuck her slowly from behind while Peter nursed on the other side, the three of them connected in the most degrading, intimate way possible.
One lazy afternoon in week 22, Mommy lay naked on the couch, her pregnant belly prominent, breasts massive and leaking. She patted her lap. “Come here, little one. Mommy needs relief.”
Peter climbed up and latched onto her right breast, sucking steadily. Warm milk flowed freely now—sweet and creamy. While he drank, Mommy stroked his hair and moaned softly. Daddy walked in, already hard, and slid into Mommy’s wet pussy without a word. The gentle rocking of Daddy’s thrusts made Mommy’s breast jiggle in Peter’s mouth, milk dribbling down his chin.
“Such a good helper,” Mommy whispered, voice thick with lust. “Drinking Mommy’s milk like a perfect little boy while Daddy fucks a baby into me. You’re going to be the best big brother-nanny.”
Peter could only whimper around her nipple, his tiny cock leaking onto her thigh as he nursed and listened to the wet sounds of Daddy claiming Mommy again.
Third Trimester (Weeks 27–40)
By the final stretch, Mommy was a vision of fertile dominance. Her belly was huge and heavy, skin stretched tight with faint marks. Her breasts were enormous—full, veined, and constantly producing milk. They leaked at the slightest touch, soaking through shirts and leaving wet spots. She needed Peter’s mouth multiple times a day just to stay comfortable.
Near week 34, her sex drive spiked again. One hot evening, Mommy was insatiable. She had Daddy lie on his back and lowered her pregnant body onto his thick cock, facing outward so Peter had the perfect view of her massive belly and swinging breasts. The bump rested heavily on Daddy’s abs as she rocked, moaning loudly.
“Suckle, little one,” she commanded breathlessly. “Mommy’s tits are so full… drink while Daddy fills me.”
Peter knelt between their legs, latched onto her left nipple, and sucked hard. Rich, sweet milk flooded his mouth in steady streams. Mommy cried out in ecstasy, one hand on her belly, the other pressing Peter’s head closer. Daddy thrust up powerfully, careful but deep, his hands gripping her wide hips.
“Fuck, your milk tastes so good when you’re getting railed,” Daddy growled. “Keep drinking, shorty. Help Mommy make even more for our son.”
Mommy came hard, her huge belly tightening, milk spraying slightly from her other nipple as her body convulsed around Daddy’s cock. Daddy followed, pumping another thick load deep into her pregnant pussy.
When he pulled out, cum leaked down her thighs as usual. Peter didn’t hesitate. Still with milk on his lips, he moved down and began cleaning Mommy’s well-fucked pussy, lapping up Daddy’s seed while she caught her breath and rubbed her belly.
“Good boy,” Mommy sighed contentedly, voice dreamy. “You drink from Mommy’s tits, clean Daddy’s cum from her pussy… you’re going to be the perfect little helper when our big, strong baby boy arrives.”
Peter looked up from between her thighs, milk and cum on his small face, and whispered obediently, “Yes, Mommy… Thank you, Daddy.”
The baby was due any day. Mommy’s breasts were now constantly full and leaking, ready for their son—and for Peter’s daily nursing sessions. Every time he latched on and drank her warm milk, feeling her swollen belly against his tiny body, the reality sank deeper: he was no longer the man of the house. He was Mommy’s little milk-drinker, Daddy’s cleanup boy, and soon the nanny to a child who would grow up towering over him—just like his real father.
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