11
“You okay, Tan?” Sarah asked, noticing her flushed cheeks.
Brent’s hand cradled her swollen belly under the dress, rubbing slow circles. “She’s just a little tired from the pregnancy,” he said smoothly, then whispered hotly in Tanya’s ear, “Ride me slow, baby. Let your friend talk while Daddy’s cock stretches your pregnant cunt.”
Tanya rocked subtly on his lap, the movement hidden by the loose dress.
The sensory details overwhelmed her—the heavy weight of her belly resting on his arm, the way her fuller tits bounced slightly with each grind, the slick sounds of her pussy, the cool leather of the hidden collar against her throat, and Sarah’s oblivious laughter.
Brent turned the vibrator up. Tanya’s breath hitched. “I’m… really happy here,” she managed, voice breathy. “Brent takes such good care of me.”
Brent’s fingers found her swollen clit under the dress and rubbed in tight circles while he thrust up gently. “That’s my good girl,” he whispered. “Your friend has no idea I’m breeding this pregnant pussy right now. Feel how deep I am? How full you are with my baby and my cock?”
Sarah suggested they move to the kitchen for snacks. Brent “helped” Tanya stand, his cock still buried inside her for a few risky steps before he pulled out. In the kitchen, while Sarah was at the fridge, he bent Tanya over the counter for a quick, hard thrust, hand over her mouth.
“Quiet, pregnant slut,” he growled softly. “Don’t let her hear how wet you get for Daddy’s cock while carrying my child.”
The visit continued with stolen moments—Brent fingering her under the dinner table, quickies in the hallway while Sarah was in the bathroom, whispered filthy dialogue in her ear every chance he got.
“Imagine her knowing I fuck you like this every day,” he’d murmur. “My collared, pregnant breeding whore.”
By the time Sarah left that evening, Tanya was a trembling, cum-filled mess, leaking Brent’s loads down her thighs. Brent closed the door, immediately bent her over the entryway table, and fucked her hard one final time.
“You did so fucking good, baby,” he praised, pounding into her leaking pregnant pussy. “Taking my cock the whole time your friend was here, belly round with my baby. Such a perfect secret slut.”
Tanya came with a broken moan, the risk and secrecy only making the pleasure sweeter. Brent filled her again, holding her close afterward, hand on her swollen belly.
The external world only made their dark, obsessive bond stronger.
Several weeks later, Tanya’s pregnancy had progressed beautifully.
Her belly was now a prominent, firm, rounded swell that sat heavily and beautifully on her frame.
Her tits had grown even fuller and heavier, the skin tight and sensitive, with small beads of milk sometimes beading at her darkened nipples when she was particularly aroused or touched.
She wore the collar almost constantly at home now, along with the jeweled plug in her ass and the remote vibrator in her pussy.
Her body had become a temple of Brent’s obsession.
The house smelled of sex, pregnancy lotion, and the faint sweet scent of her milk.
Sunlight poured into the master bedroom. Tanya lay on her back, naked except for the collar, her swollen belly rising like a perfect dome. Brent woke her by crawling between her spread thighs and pressing reverent kisses to the underside of her belly.
“Morning, my breeding goddess,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. His tongue traced slow, wet circles over her stretched skin while one hand gently squeezed her heavy tits. A bead of sweet milk leaked from one nipple. Brent groaned and latched on, sucking gently.
The taste of her milk hit his tongue and he moaned deep in his chest. “Fuck, baby… you’re making milk for me already. Taste so sweet.”
Tanya moaned, back arching, one hand in his hair. “Brent… it feels so sensitive.”
He switched to the other nipple, sucking harder, drinking from her while his thick fingers slid into her soaked pussy. The vibrator was already on low. He pumped his fingers slowly, curling them against her G-spot while he nursed.
“So full of my baby,” he growled against her wet nipple. “Belly round, tits leaking, ass plugged, and this greedy cunt dripping for Daddy’s cock. You were made for this.”
He climbed up her body, careful of her belly, and slid his thick, veiny cock into her in one smooth thrust. The stretch was intense and perfect. He fucked her slow and deep in missionary, one hand cradling her belly, the other pinching and tugging her leaking nipples so milk ran down her sides.
“Gonna keep you pregnant,” he promised, thrusting deep. “Keep this belly big and these tits full. You’re never leaving this collar. Never leaving my cock.”
Tanya came hard around him, milk spurting from her nipples as she clenched. Brent followed soon after, pumping her full with a deep groan, grinding his cock as he flooded her womb again.
Later, Brent had her on all fours on the living room rug. Her heavy belly hung low and full beneath her, swaying slightly with every thrust. The plug in her ass stretched her deliciously while his cock pistoned in and out of her cum-leaking pussy.
The wet, filthy sounds of his cock driving into her soaked cunt filled the room, mixed with the occasional squirt of milk from her dangling tits every time he reached under to tug on them.
“Look at this pregnant body,” Brent growled, spanking her ass hard. “Belly swinging while I fuck you. Tits dripping milk all over my floor. Such a filthy breeding cow for Daddy.”
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and straddled her chest. He fucked her heavy tits, sliding his cum-slick cock between them while she sucked the head into her mouth. Milk and precum mixed on her tongue.
“Open wider, baby,” he ordered. “Drink from Daddy’s cock while your milk leaks everywhere.”
He came across her tits and belly, thick ropes painting her swollen stomach and leaking nipples. Then he slid back down and pushed back into her pussy, fucking her through the mess while rubbing his cum into her skin and belly.
“Gonna keep marking you,” he groaned. “Inside and out. My pregnant, collared, milk-leaking slut.”
By nightfall, Brent had her completely wrecked and blissed out on the bed.
He had removed the plug and replaced it with his thick cock in her ass while the vibrator stayed in her pussy, creating intense double penetration.
Her pregnant belly rested heavily between them as he fucked her ass slow and deep.
“Feel how full you are?” he rasped, one hand on her belly, the other tugging her milk-leaking nipple. “Cock in your ass, toy in your cunt, my baby in your belly. This is what you were born for.”
Tanya was babbling, lost in sensation — the heavy weight of her belly, the stretch in both holes, the sweet taste of her own milk on her lips from when he’d made her lick it off his fingers, the constant creampies leaking out of her.
Brent came deep in her ass with a possessive growl, then quickly switched and slammed back into her pussy, fucking another load into her womb while he nursed from her tits again.
When he finally pulled out, he plugged her pussy with a large toy to keep his cum inside, then gathered her in his arms, hand resting on her rounded belly.
“You’re mine forever, Tanya,” he whispered, kissing her temple. “Collared. Bred. Milk leaking. Body changed by me. This is our life now.”
Tanya curled into him, completely surrendered, glowing, and utterly satisfied. The corruption and obsession had reached their peak — and it was perfect.