Wilford didnât know how long it had been. He kept getting waves of nausea that neither Jim seemed to care about. He seemed uncharacteristically weak unable to fight as he was fucked raw again and again. He barely stayed conscious when they fucked him anymore so it wasnât that bad. He had never been pregnant before and his body wasnât reacting well. He was in the midst of throwing up the next time the Jimâs came in, his head hung in shame as the bike burnt his throat.
The Jims had just delivered another little Jim to Mama Jim, and were checking up on their newest breeder. This one would produce strong Jims.
Jimmy approached, clearly interested in fucking Wilford again.













