He beat her.

He beat her during the day. He beat her at night. He beat her before breakfast and before the sun came up, before and after dinner, right before bed. On days off he beat her all day, lunchtime, all the time.

He'd beat her in various ways.

He beat her at chess, checkers, bingo, trivia, drinking, cooking, money, driving, laundry, tying shoes, owning shoes, sleeping, phone calls, typing, talking, reading, making coffee, drinking coffee, art, writing, singing, gaining the love of stray cats, gaining the love of their owned ones, holding court, deep conversation, running, reading and of course from time to time, he beat her physically.

She took it most days, she enjoyed it, being dominated. But the one thing he could not beat her at, was getting pregnant. He didn’t want kids. He hated them, despised them. He thought he might be a good dad someday, but never a good father. Not even an okay one. The mundane, day to day crying and wiping and weeping and craziness and yelling and running and toys and messes and diapers. The lack of sleep alone he couldn’t fathom. He could barely sleep as it is in total darkness, in total silence. He could hardly function without sleep as he did every day, how could he be expected to handle a child, or two? Only children were bastards to him. He did not want children and he let her know exactly that any occasion necessary.

“I’m not taking care of a kid, Sherri.” Her name was Charlotte, but went by Sherri, it was easier. She had dark, naturally curly hair which she hated. Most people complimented this, which made it worse. She was 5,6 thin with a tight ass and a C cup. She was beautiful. Naturally tan and lightly make-upped during the day. “I’m not asking you too, Chuck.” She wanted children. She planned to have children, she was going to have them whether he wanted to or not. She could make it happen, she had the power, he did not.

The one thing he did to her, which she could not control, was that he came inside her. She was on the pill. So they decided he shouldn’t need to wear a condom, so he didn’t. This happened daily, sometimes twice a day. On good days, perhaps on a vacation, three times. Any more, it was too much. No matter what anyone says, three times is excessive. You’re asking for trouble after that.

She decided when she was ready, she would stop taking the pill, she would get pregnant, and wait as long as she could to tell him, and with any luck, they wouldn’t have much of a choice but to go through with it. This was her plan. The day came soon after one of the days he was feeling particularly savage and told her there was absolutely no way they were having children.

“I’m not having any god damn kids, we’re not, and I’m not!” He spouted over his drink. Several of them. She was in the kitchen. She went to the bedroom, he wasn’t paying attention, the game was on. She opened the bedside drawer and found her pills. She closed the drawer and walked back to the kitchen. She strategically buried them in the trash under a few dirty paper plates, and closed the lid. He never paid attention when she took them, nor did he look for them.

A commercial came on. “God damn it.” He got up for a beer. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it.” She said, handing him his next drunken round. “Why so nice?” “I’ve been bad.” “You’re always bad.” She walked back to the bedroom. She put on a shirt pencil skirt and blouse she hadn’t worn in two years. Her chest had grown, and she wasn’t the college girl she used to be, so it was tight. This was all she needed. She thought about heels, but decided against it. She walked back in to the living room, leaning against the door jam. He looked over. “Jesus Sherri!” He looked at her, then back at the game and then her again. “God damn it, the game’s on Sherri! What’re you doing to me?” He was conflicted. He chugged what was left of his beer and got up. “What the fuck Sherri.” He got up close and grabbed her ass through her skirt. She jumped, but played it off and looked him slyly in the eye. “Take me.”

She led him to the bedroom and he tossed her onto the bed. He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He was hung like a bear, and other than his penchant for drinking in front of the TV when he was angry at the world, he was fairly good looking. He climbed onto her. “Come on tough guy, take me.” “Oh, I will.” His face met hers and they made out a while. Her nipples hardened which he tweaked with his fingers, she hadn't put on a bra and she soon got wet. He never touched her down there other than to put himself inside her to get himself off. He got up and pulled his dick out of his boxers. He was quite hard at this point. She still had her blouse on. He reached down and ripped it off, every button. The sound was satisfying. Her chest burst open and her tits fell out. His mouth met her chest giving them both ample attention with his tongue.

She began zipping her skirt off and before she could finish, he yanked it down off her waist. She wasn’t wearing panties underneath. He wasted no time spreading her legs wide and slowly inserting himself into her ever so slowly. She could take him all. They both moaned as she accepted the entirety of his throbbing cock into her now soaking wet pussy. She smiled at this and writhed with her back up from the bed as he began pumping into her. As she was already prepped, he began bucking into her at a swift rate, slamming into her pelvis. Her tits bounced up and down as he maintained a steady rate, the bed beginning to squeak and shake. It was relatively quiet, but no bed was completely silent. They had gone through two in the distant past, when they were a new couple.

Her hands went through her hair as she enjoyed him fucking her over and over again. “You feel so good.” He grumbled through his thrusts. Eventually, he turned her over and let her tits sway in the air on her hands and knees. He fucked her from behind, slamming into her ass making it red. At points she was forced to use one hand to hold herself up, the other to hold her intensely bouncing tits which were now beginning to hurt her. She made small noises with every thrust into her from behind. His hands around her hips, pulling her in forcing himself deeper and deeper into her, ripping her ripe insides apart with every blow. He squeezed her hard, which was his tell, and he shot a few ounces of his searing hot seed deep into her. He fell back next to her on the bed, and quickly fell asleep after a few vocal sighs. She smiled.

This continued for two weeks. Some days doubling up on sexual encounters. When he didn’t take her, she encouraged him by wearing something scandalous, fondling him, or by outright begging him for sex. He never refused her and he came in her every time, as he always had. After a few days, any semblance of protection was gone and she was incredibly vulnerable. After two months with no birth control, and intercourse nearly every day, she bought a few  tests. She had begun to feel different recently. Her nipples were more tender and areolas were a shade or two darker. She bought a few tests and took them. With a lack of anxiety and an almost impatient demeanor, she sat and waited for the first test result.

A hard positive, without a doubt. The second, another positive. It was done! She would never beg for sex again. She would never have to again. He would be beholden to her every need as long as she kept it under wraps long enough. She found a doctor who gave her the details. Her due date was about 6 months out. She was just beginning to show. But it was as if she had a big meal, but a permanent paunch which was becoming very clear, very quickly. Through her normal shirts, skirts, dresses and tank tops she wore it was obvious, so she purchased all the proper clothing ahead of time to keep things hidden for a while longer. He was scheduled to leave on a two week training to Georgia as well, this would further add to her benefit. It was also getting cold out, so she had ample excuse to cover up with layers, coats and sweaters in order to hide her growing figure.

A week later, with little sex in between, he finally left to catch his flight out. She had begun feeling quite bloated now. Any of her older pants she wore were far too tight at this point. But without her husband around, she could wear what she pleased. She ate what she wanted and watched what she wanted and did, whatever Sherri wanted to do. She kept her hair down, she didn’t shower every day. She ate chips and salsa on the couch, his couch. She watched horrifically awful romantic TV and a lot of it. She reveled in her growing figure and gleefully showed it off walking around the house, exposing it for the first time. She went to her first official OBG checkup while he was away. To her surprise however, she had been informed she would be having not one, but two. Twins, how fitting. She had forgotten this had run in the family. There were a smattering of them throughout the family tree. Some had died at birth, one in a car accident, but twins nonetheless throughout the past she was related to. She recalled her mother telling her this when she got married and to be careful, but with the lack of sexual release Sherri had experienced before this plot, she had long forgotten about it. This made it all the more sweeter for her.

After the two weeks had passed since he left, she decided she had to hide her now clearly protruding belly just a little while longer. This was quickly becoming impossible now with twins. At nearly four months, her pregnancy was fairly evident. She had a few tops that would reveal little in the way of her figure and she had also purchased a few more larger bras to accommodate her chest that had grown exponentially. But at this point, whenever he discovered her secret, he wouldn’t be able to do much about it anyway. She still wanted to wait as long as possible.

Thankfully, when he returned, he burst through the door soaking wet, without umbrella . He was miserable, in a mood and wanted little to do with her. He changed, cracked a beer, grabbed a second, and planted himself on the couch. Right where he was the last time she saw him. An hour passed, she made dinner. He seemed distant. "Dinner’s ready.” “Excellent!” He got up quickly to the table. They ate across from each other. “Did you do something different with your hair?” She looked up, her heart raced. “What?” “Something is, different. I can’t put my finger on it.” He said, puzzled, chewing a piece of chicken. “Not that I know of.” He continued eating and shrugged it off. But it wasn’t soon after a few minutes of silence she spoke up. “How was your trip?” “It sucked.” He said. She shook her head.

He looked up again, pointing his fork. “Something IS different.” He tweaked his eyes, trying to figure it out. “Did you get fat?” She got red. “What? Excuse me?” “You put on weight! Didn’t you!” He confronted her. “Uh, why would you say that?” “You must’ve pigged out while I was gone, didn’t you? Your tits are bigger!” He pointed out. “That’s mean!” “No it’s not. I like it. Keep it up!” He had no idea what he was in for. They did not have sex for another two nights after that. She wondered if he had cheated on her while on his trip.

After a while, she decided to be a bit more obvious. She began wearing better fitting shirts, particularly those from before she began growing. Her belly was incredibly obvious. It was almost comical. It looked as if she was in denial at this point. That or perhaps she had run out of maternity tops or they were still on the way in the mail. She wore a stretchy olive green shirt. Simple, but very tight. She wore a black stretch skirt under it. She walked out to his office, where he rarely was nowadays.

He looked up. “Are you, pregnant?” He asked, staring at her. “Yes. I am. 4 months, or is it 5?” She smiled. “Shit. What the fuck Sherri.” He slumped in his chair, then he got angry. “I fucking told you! We aren’t having kids! There’s no way! NO way.” He shook his head. “We’re going to the doctor’s in the morning.” “It’s twins.” He threw his head back. “FUCK. Wow Sherri, wow.” “I stopped taking my birth control and made you have sex with me over and over until I got pregnant.” She was twisting the knife. He was incensed. “What? Why?” “I wanted a baby, and you’re an asshole.” “I’M THE ASSHOLE?” He got up. “I told you, we’re not having a baby. We’re going in the morning. Schedule it.” “It’s too late, I’ve already asked.” “They do them late, you can’t be that far along.” He said as he paced. “Not in this state.” He kicked the chair. “FUCK.” He downed a beer sitting on his desk. “You’re fucking everything up, you’ve fucked it all up, how could you?” “Easily.” She responded, turning and walking away into the kitchen.

The summer blew by quickly. He finally seemed to relent to his fate after in the few weeks following. Things went back to normal. She grew at an exponential rate, and he drank at the same rate. He was becoming a lush. She didn’t care, she’d rather him not there at all if he wasn’t going to be helpful. Constantly incapacitated was the next best thing. November came and it became brisk. She was enormous. He cut off most of her ability to buy things and she barely left the house. When he left for work she would go for short walks, but they became shorter with each passing day as she tired easily now. It was also getting colder with every week. She was 8 months along, but with twins and her frame, it meant little.

One day, on one of her walks, she ventured a bit further than she initially had wanted to, following around a cat who was wandering around outside. She finally realized she’d walked two miles and was exhausted. It was getting dark out and cold. She carefully dropped herself down on a bench at a nearby intersection and hailed a ride from her phone. After a short wait, the ride came. She slowly made her way to her feet, and waddled over to the car. Before the man saw her condition and attempted to get out, she shooed him to stay. “It’s fine! I can manage.” She said, slowly lowering herself into his car. “You never think about the heights of cars until your this pregnant. My god!”

He chuckled, “I wouldn’t know! How far along?” “8 months.” “wow, nearly there!.” He said, letting his foot off the gas. “Yep, there’s two in there, somewhere. You’d think 3 or 4 with how enormous I’ve gotten!” She rubbed her shirt which covered her stomach. She hadn’t been able to zip her coat up for the past two months, she was glad to be warm. “Oh wow, twins. That’s going to be a handful!” “Sure is. My husband’s as useless as wet paper bag so it’ll be me for most of it.” “Oh no, that’s too bad. Sorry to hear that.” “It’s fine, I’ll be alright.” They drove a bit in  silence. She glanced over at him., “How about you?”

“What about me?” He looked at her, then her belly by involuntarily. “Why drive? Is it your full time gig? Side thing?” “Ohh, Full time right now. I uh, chased a girl down to Providence, quit my job and went down there, working part time cleaning cars and driving to manage a motel room a night and see her. She got smart, I guess. Left one day and so now I’m doing this to stay afloat.” “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” “Yea, not sure why, but I guess that’s typical.” “Typical?” “Not knowing what happened. I guess I went a little crazy. She was the best.” "So what’s the plan now?” “Drive you home!” He smiled.

They pulled up to the house. “Here we are.” He glanced at her belly. “Have you ever felt a belly before?” He got red. “Uh, no. Never.” She gestured and he put his hand out, she took it and put it on the top of her bump. “Wow, that’s incredible. It’s so tight.” She nodded. “Mhm!” She took a deep breath. “Don’t be afraid.” He began moving his hand over her belly. “They’re a little dormant now, but you might be able to feel them kick if you’re lucky.” “That’s so crazy.” He didn’t say much. She felt relaxed and let out a sigh. “Oh I’m sorry.” He pulled away. “No no, I was enjoying it! It felt good.” “Oh, uh…” “Here, feel right here, one of them is kicking.” He put his hand back on a spot on the side. “Shit, that’s so crazy, does it hurt?” “Not much, just tough to get around.” “Yea I imagine.”

As they sat there, she looked over at the house. “Drive around the block.” She looked at him. “What?” “I’m not ready to go back. Can you drive around some more?” “Uh, yea sure.” Charlie put it back in drive and drove around. One hand on the steering wheel, the other still on her belly. it was beautiful out. It seemed dead as no one was out, all the trees going bare now on the sidewalks. The snow would fly soon. “Anywhere in particular?” “Do you know Livingston park?” “I do.” “Go there.” “You got it.” He continued rubbing her, her coat now off to the sides of her belly.

“Park over there.” She suggested. He pulled it in, they faced a lake now cold and bare. No one was around. “This feels really nice.” She said. “Any reason we’re here in particular?” He gulped, trying to play cool. She glanced over at him. His hand was still placed on her belly, stationary now. “I’m enjoying the conversation! And I don’t want you to stop.” “Well, I can do that.” He continued. It was more sensual this time, massaging her orb. It practically hung over the seat as she sat back, eyes closed. He looked around, not a soul around on a cold November day.

After a few minutes of listening to the hum of the engine and the gusts of wind outside, she cracked her eyes open, and placed her hand on his, still on her belly. She moved it down, slowly, to below her belly. Where their hands disappeared. “Oh uh I thin” “Shh” She said, leading his hand. “It’s okay.” She brought her hand up, his stayed. He found his way underneath her stretch pants and down to her clit. She writhed in the seat as he took over. She frantically reached down to unbutton herself so he’d have more room to work with. He got right to it, fingering her immensely pregnant pussy. She got immediately wet. He was taken aback at first at this but she assured him it was alright.

“Oh my god. Charlie was it?” She said, eyes closed, still shifting in his passenger seat. “Yes, you never gave me yours.” “Charlotte. Sherri, whatever.” She was so focused on getting off at this point. “Oh christ.” She practically lifted off her ass in the car, she was in heaven. “Keep going, come on, keep going.” He went harder, two fingers deep inside her. She was dripping. He was getting hard as well. “You are, incredible.” He told her after a while of whispering sighs. He had no idea what to think. “Turn on some music?” She moaned. He cracked the volume and music quietly flowed through the car now, adding to the chance sexual encounter ambiance. It was another dimension, time stopped and no one cared, it was freedom.

He kept going, he wasn’t about to deny her. She began soaking through her pants. “I’m going to come, keep going, god keep going.” He doubled down and went quicker and quicker. “Oh my god, oh my god, ohhhh my god.” Her hand shot over and she grabbed a fist-full of his shirt on his chest. “Awwww.” She writhed around, turning towards him, forcing his hand out. Her other hand went down to follow up, the other still grabbing at him, she twitched and moaned for a straight minute. She hadn’t realized how wet she got until she felt herself. She took another minute to catch her breath and snap back to reality. "

She opened her eyes for the first time in a while. “Holy shit. That was, amazing.” She looked at him, he was wiping his hand on a few napkins. He had a huge bulge. “I haven’t came like that, in I can’t even remember.” “Happy to help.” He smiled at her. “I’d say lets fuck, but I think your car is small enough for it to be difficult, let alone, in my state.” She cupped her belly. Her hands disappeared underneath it, she was enormous. “You are, so beautiful.” “Oh stop it.” “No really. I enjoyed that, very much. Watching you let loose. Has it been a while?” Her hand went to her forehead. “You have no idea. I can’t remember the last time someone made me feel that way. “ “Happy to help then.” She let out a huge sigh and looked around. “This next month or so is going to suck.” “Why?” “I enjoy my walks. That’s why you picked me up in the first place. But it’s getting too hard now. It’s getting colder now as well.” “Yea, I feel you there.” He nodded. She looked at him. “Shall we?” “Sure thing.” He put it in reverse and drove out of the parking lot.

“So, what are the chances we’ll be seeing each other again?” “Aren’t you married?” She shrugged. “Technically.” He chuckled. “I don’t want to get in the middle of that.” She looked out the window at the houses passing by. “There’s not much to get in the middle of.” She put a hand on his leg. “This was fun. I want to see you again.” “I mean, maybe. I can be around, for you.” He looked at her. “Really? Would you?” “It’s not like I have much going on right now, aside from driving. I could give you a ride some time.” “I’d like that.” “Me too.” He paused for a moment. “Just as long as, you know, no one finds out.” “Don’t worry.”

They pulled up the house, he was home. She looked at Charlie. “Don’t be a stranger now, huh?” “You have my number?” “I do.” “This was fun.” He said. “It really, really was. You made my day.” “Any time.” “I’m going to hold you to that.” She opened the door and stuck a leg out. “Do you need help?” “No, but someday I might!” She laughed and slowly go up and out. She leaned down as much as she could to see him. “Bye now.” She winked, he waved and she shut it. She waddled to the front door.

“On a walk?” He said from the kitchen. He was making himself a sandwich. “Yea, got too tired so I got a ride back.” “Want to watch the game?” He asked. “Sure, let me change first.” He was being nice today. She hurried to the bedroom before he noticed her wet patch. She stripped and got into more loose-fitting clothes and hid her pants in the hamper, which she’d take care of tomorrow and came back out. “You’re so fucking big Sherri.” “Thanks pal.” She slumped next to him.” “I kept telling you I didn’t want kids, and you went and got bigger than a house for 4.” “Way to make a gal feel all warm and fuzzy inside.” He put an arm around her. “No problem.” They watched, her hands on her stomach.

Two weeks passed, her twins might as well of been delivered a few weeks back. She should’ve been induced at this point. In the time that passed, they had fought off and on, he was getting more nervous as the due date grew closer. It was inevitable. He had restricted her finances and refused to take her to the doctor. He insisted she have a natural birth, without being induced. She detested this. She was almost too big to move now, she struggled getting up and down from sitting, and up and down stairs. It took everything out of her. She was almost unnatural looking now. Her belly stuck out farther than she had ever anticipated. Her clothing choices were scarce now. Her breasts, in preparation, had grown more and began leaking at an alarming rate. She had read this usually only happened post birth, but often very close to birth, leading up. It made wearing shirts difficult and messy. She could barely get a shirt over her head and if she did it never covered her up. She had only two bras which fit and they were destroyed within an hour of wearing them. Any form of restriction or pressure, and milk came pouring out.

She looked out the window a lot and thought about Charlie. She hadn’t called him. She felt guilty. Not very, but a little. She wondered what he’d be up to most days she spent alone. She was exhausted. The twins now wriggled and kicked and punched all times of the day, with few breaks. She tried to settle them by rubbing and playing music, to no relief. She wasn’t sure what she wanted anymore. She would be a mother to twins soon, very active twins, if this told her anything.

She hadn’t had relief since Charlie. Her husband refused her the one time she asked. He wanted little to do with her. If she wanted to sit with him in front of the television at night, but while he was reading, or drawing, or playing guitar, he wanted nothing to do with her. She felt disgusted near him, and he made her feel as such. She longed for Charlie. What was he doing? Would he even respond, or come by?” She looked at the clock. It was only eleven.

She picked up her phone and sent him a text. A few minutes later, he responded. She asked if he was free. He was, and got there in 20 minutes. Which she used every minute to doll herself up, and put on something that resembled presentable. She wanted to go out for tea, or a donut. Anything, just to get out of the house. He pulled up and she was waiting for him at the door. She locked it, and hurried down the drive. This time he got out to open the door.

“Wow, long time no see!” She smiled, getting in. “How do you push the seat back?” He got in his side after shutting it. “Here, I’ll help, it’s down here.” He reached below her and pulled the lever. She wasn’t prepared as the seat lurched back. “Oh! Wow, phew.” “You okay? Sorry, should’ve warned you.” “No, no. It’s fine. Just startled me.” She put her hands on her belly. “At this point, anything can send me into labor.” She joked. “Wait, really?” He said, looking concerned. “I’m exaggerating, but I’m real close.” “You’ve gotten more beautiful since last we talked.” “You mean bigger?” “Same thing. Where to?” “Anywhere, drive around a bit.” “Sure thing.”

They drove around, music low, neither saying a word but simply enjoying each other’s company for a while. He drove around town, to the outskirts, back into town, down random alleys, past parks, onto exits, off again. “You got a girlfriend yet?” She broke the silence. It was so out of left field he laughed. “No, not yet, why?” “No reason, you should, you’re a good guy.” He looked over a second as he rode along. “Well, right now you’re kind of my girlfriend. Or, whatever this is.” They laughed about it. “I guess you’re right.” She said. “Why didn’t you reach out sooner?” He asked. “Me?” She shrugged. “I don’t know, I was nervous you wouldn’t want to see me again.” “Why not? We had fun.” “Yes. But it seemed so random and spontaneous that I figured it might be a one-off thing.” “It can be whatever you want it to be.”

“I guess it is what I want.” She smiled, putting a hand on his jeans. “Let’s get a room.” “Yea?” He said. “Yea. Do you want to?” “Absolutely, it’ll be fun.” “Okay, we just have to be back before 6.” “Easy enough. It’s early still.” He said. They drove to a motel in the next town over and he helped her out. They went to the front desk. The grumpy woman behind the counter handed them some papers to sign, and handed them the key card. It was close, and on the ground floor, thank god. He walked slow next to her as she waddled to their door.

“Not as bad as I thought.” She said. Hobbling to the bed. “It’s really tough for you getting around now isn’t it?” “Sure is.” She sat on the side of the bed, letting her belly hang down. Her hands at her lower back, allowing herself some much-needed relief. “You’re so fucking big!” He reveled at the site of her. The full extent of the damage now on full display. As her belly hung down low, she rubbed it. The bottom half showing as her shirt fell short as always. “I’m afraid for you to see me.” “Aw, no. You shouldn’t be. I’m so turned on right now.” “Really?” She called bullshit. “Really. You’re turning me so on right now. He dropped his pants and showed off. “Oh jesus.” She looked up at him. She began breathing heavy. “I’m just really self conscious right now. I can fill two wine glasses of milk with each tit right now. They’re hot to the touch. “Let me see.” He said, daring her.

“No way! It’s so gross. You’ll be so turned off before I even get a shot at you.” He walked over with his hard on and she grabbed at it through his boxers. “There’s nothing you can do to make that go away. “Oh, I know a few tricks.” “Oh yea?” “Mhm.” She went for his boxers. “Ah ah, show me first.” he said, pulling away. “What?! Come on.” “Show me those milk cannons.” She fell back laughing. “What?” Charlie said confused. “Milk cannons?!?!” She couldn’t stop laughing. Her hands on and under her belly to keep it still as it shifted with each snort. “That was so funny. I was not expecting ‘milk cannons.’ Wow.” He laughed at himself. “Well, what else?” “No you’re right.” She struggled, sitting back up. “Oh man, good stuff.” “So?” SHe looked at him, still standing there, looking at her. “Oh god you’re serious now. Alright. It’s going to be messy. You have to promise not to be totally disgusting.” “No, never.”

She took a deep relenting sigh and lifted her shirt up, revealing her black bra. Her chest pouring out the top, bursting and begging to get out. “I haven’t uh, taken care of them at all today. I usually do, so I don’t know what’s going to happen, best to watch out.” “Okay.” He knelt down as she reached to undo her bra. When she did, they burst open, and were already leaking steadily. “Watch.” She grabbed one, and squeezed between her hands slightly. A white stream shot across the room. “Holy shit! Those things are dangerous!” She kept it going. “This can go for a while. It’s insane.” “Wow, that’s crazy. Is it normal?” She stopped and leaned back and shrugged. “They’re getting ready for two big ass babies.” “I’ll say! “It gets to the point where it starts hurting and they just leak, so I need to empty them.” “That’s intense.” “Right?”

They paused for an awkward second. “Come here.” She said. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed. It was the most comfortable for her. He took a few steps towards her and she grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his bulge, and let them fall down his legs, which he stepped out of. She took him in her hands and prepped him, which she didn’t have to do much of , as he was hard as a rock already. “Are you turned on?” “You have no idea how much.” “Really?” “Sherri, you’re so gorgeous. So fucking pregnant a big and beautiful.” “You’re too much. But I think you’re telling the truth. Come here.” He stepped closer and she leaned in, putting him in her mouth.

He let out a huge moan. She went to work while he stood there, leaning in letting her belly hang off the bed, bobbing her head back and forth. She lathered him up at first with her tongue, then got right to business. She started slow and quickened her pace. It was her turn to get him off now. “Oh jesus!” He said looking down at her. She had worked her lips all the way down the entirety of his shaft. His dick pressing along the back of her throat, sending the odd sensations he’d never felt through his brain. His hands found their way to her head and through her hair. “Holy shit Sherri I’m gonna cum.” She pulled off for a split second. “Do it.” She wrapped hard, her hands all over him, and as he grabbed her hair hard to come, she thrust onto his cock as far as it would go and as far as she could get it, shooting an abnormal amount of cum slamming into the back of her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed twice, then pulled back, choking.

“Fuck, when’s the last time you came? That was so much!” She said, wiping her mouth. “Sorry! It’s been a while. “Shit, I’ll say. What the hell, you don’t jerk off?” “I said I’m sorry!” She smiled. “I’m messing around, that was crazy.” She leaned back, still wiping. He was still dripping. “I feel bad for whoever the next girl is who isn’t pregnant already, fuck they don’t have a chance.” He laughed. “Shut it.” He got on the bed and fell back. She leaned over and sucked the rest of him clean, he had still  been dripping, it was insane.

“How do you get all the way down like that? I know I’m not that big, but big enough.” She laughed. “Old trick I learned in college.” “What trick?” “Just keep sucking dick.” She giggled, her tits bouncing as she leaned back to see him. “If you suck dick, you’ll never have to worry about getting all knocked  up by an asshole.” “ahh.” “And if you do it enough, you get used to it!” She smiled. She managed to sit back up, get onto her feet and hobble to the bathroom. “I’ll be back, can you order us some food?” “Sure, anything special?” “No, pizza, subs, chicken wings, chinese, whatever you want.” “Alright.”

She left, only pants on, and he looked for delivery. A few minutes later, he heard the shower start. He sat back for a while on the bed. “Can you help me with something Charlie?” “Sure!” He got up and walked to the bathroom and cracked the door. “Everything okay?” “Yea, come here a minute.” He opened the door completely walking in, and shut it behind him. “What’s up?” “Can you help me with something?” “Uh, what’s that?” She pulled the curtain back, revealing her giant wet body, glistening in the hot shower water. “Help me lather up?” “Oh god yes.” He stepped in, still naked. She poured enormous amounts of body wash into her hands, rubbing it where she could, on him and herself. He stepped under the water, getting wet himself. She stroked him off, getting him stiff and big again. It didn’t take much. Only this time he was empty, so it’d take a bit longer she hoped. “I don’t know, we might have to move this operation to the bed. I’m not very mobile. But I’d like to try.” “I’ll do my best.” His hands rubbed all over her belly, lathering it with white suds.

He turned her around, wrapping himself around her, as much as he could. Feeling every crevice of her tight bulging body, wet with soap and steamy water. His dick rubbing against her ass. “If I manage to bend a bit, do you think you can manage?” She said, turning her head to tell him. The running water forcing her hair into her face. “I can see, yea.” She leaned over, stretching both hands out on the shower wall, backing her bottom half into him, nearly forcing him into the wall behind him. “That’s as far as I can go.” “Okay, give me a second.” He said. He grabbed his cock and maneuvered it around under her ass, between her supple legs, now thick from waddling around carrying so much around all day. He had to bend at the knees a bit, which was tough, but he found his mark and gently pushed into her, looking up at her backside for a reaction in the stream of water hitting her back.

She practically screamed when he did. He nearly pulled back but it sounded half human . He continued the rest of the way, forcing more of himself in. He hadn’t felt anything like it before. her pussy was enlarged at the edges, puffy, almost. She was plenty tight, especially at that angle, but something felt different. He finally pushed the rest of the way in, and she groaned as loud as she could over the sounds of the water from the shower head. “You okay?” He asked. “Yea, you?” She panted, already sounding out of breath. “You let me know when you’re tired alright?” “Shut up and fuck me.” She snarled. So he did.” He pulled out nearly all the way and thrust himself into her as hard as he could and she lurched forward, grabbing her belly with an arm, sliding a bit down the wall. “Oh god.” She sounded like she was being murdered. But it was all pleasure.

He grabbed her at the hips right above the bulge of her ass on both sides and basked in her shiny smooth skin as he positioned himself to slam into her again. He was going slow, but really giving it  to her. She moaned with every swift stab he took. Her tits flailing in the air, milky water dripping from both nipples like faucets themselves, broken, unable to stop the flow. They hit her chin on occasion. After a minute she slid down further. She could no longer as her belly pressed against her legs. She widened them as far as the tub would allow. He helped her back up the wall a few inches once in a while when she slipped too far down the wall while maintaining his rhythm. “God, you're…So…Sexy.” She managed between thrusts. He said nothing. He reached over for her breasts and teased her nipped in between his fingers. “Fuuuck.” She moaned. He felt the stream from both of them. It literally was like he was milking her.

There was a knock at the door. “Shit, the food.” He didn’t stop. “You…should…get…that.” He quickened his pace for a few thrusts and pulled out, she moaned as he did. He made sure she was upright and quickly wrapped a towel around himself, handing her another. “God these are small.” She said as he walked out. She toweled off and waited for the sound of the door before she emerged. “I think he saw my hard on.” He said laughing at her as she walked in. He was holding a brown bag of food. “That’s what you get!” He dropped it on the tiny table in the room and cracked it open. "Excuse me!” She let go of the towel and let it fall. “You’re going to finish me off before you have a bite of whatever that is!”

“Shit, I’m hungry.” He said, letting his own fall and grabbing her. They fell on the bed and he climbed on top. He paused, wondering how to go about it for a moment. “I know, it’s going to be tough.” She said. “I’m too big for missionary, don’t bother.” She turned on to her side. “Like this.” He got behind her and spooned her, one hand around her, already fondling her huge chest, the other, guiding himself in as she widened her legs to assist him in. From a different angle, a different sensation. She moaned wildly as they began fucking furiously on the bed, her belly now stabilized lying on the bed. She held her tits tightly, squeezing her nipples and pulling at them forcing more milk out as she bit her lip. She was once again soaking wet and gave him more to slide in and out with ease. Her ass became red as he slammed into her over and over again. His outer hand found her belly and he caressed it as he shifted into her sideways again and again. She grasped at a pillow, then the stark white comforter and pulled it to her face, taking a huge chunk into her mouth to stifle her screams. He was ripping her insides apart and she was incensed by it.

“Oh fuuuckk Charlie. I want you to come in me. I want to feel you come inside me. Please come inside. me.” At this request he fucked her harder, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of the bed with each thrust. “Want to switch it up?” He asked her, huffing and puffing himself. “Sure.” He pulled out, his cock springing up from being in a slightly bent position to accommodate for their position. “Can you go doggy?” “Oh god, I don’t know if I’m too big for that or not, I can try.” She slowly maneuvered her way onto the bed on all fours. The last time she had done this was 2 months prior, and her belly button had lightly grazed the sheets. Now, it made a more than prominent imprint in the sheets. She could barely manage it. It pressed deep into the comforter. “It might work. She felt her babies kick, as she was constricting their space. “Wait hold on.” She said. He stationed himself behind her, patiently waiting.

She shifted forward, as far up on the bed as she could go, and stuck her ass out and up as far as she could manage on her knees in order get her belly off the sheets. It wasn’t perfect, but better. “I’m not fucking tall enough!” she said in frustration, she widened up as far as she could possibly go and with that cue, he saddled up, lining his cock up to her clit. “I might come really quickly like this, I’m just warning you.”  “Good! I’ve been waiting.” She exclaimed. He guided the tip in, slowly, and followed with the rest at a tortuously snail’s pace, forcing her to feel every inch. “Oh fuck… She managed to choke out. She shuddered. Once fully in, he pulled out, gliding in back in, then out. She was so wet that it sloshed a bit every time he would exit, leaving a stream running down her leg and off the shaft of his cock. “Just be careful. I could go any moment.” “God that’s so hot.” He said to her.

It was quite a site. He secretly wished he had been filming or standing in the room, unknown. She was dripping from all over. Her tits were smashing, dribbling onto the bed. Her wet juices from between her thighs escaping, leaking down her legs onto the covers. His dick now glistening in her discharge. She was screaming now into the pillow with every thrust, which was now at an alarming rate. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me fuck me, harder! Harder! Harder! Harder!” She demanded with every exhale. This was a workout and a half for him. His hands first on the small of her back, now finding their way around to the outer reaches of her belly button, cupping her now massive pregnant figure. He loved this. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He blurted out between sending himself into her like a steam engine. Pumping into her. “Come in me. Fucking come already! I want to feel you. Send it deep inside me.”

He wasn’t quite ready yet. Her hand found his on her belly and she held herself, with him as she shook with him violently fucking her from behind. She had lost her mind long ago and was only focused on his seed inside her. She wondered what she had to do to get him to let it all go in her. “Food’s gonna get cold!” She yelled from her muffled pillow voice, a moment of clarity. They both laughed. He went harder. His pelvis absolutely slamming painfully into her ass and hips. Every pump she was sent flying forward now, forcing herself back onto him, sending him yet harder into her. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, right now, oh god.” She said. “OH fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m coming!” He held on. Instead of stopping, he kept going, sending her deeper into her insanity as she couldn’t pull away as she came hard onto him. “FUCCCCCK” She screamed, out of the pillow. He slowed up, and as he pulled out for a moment, a sizable splash of her insides burst from within her onto his stomach and the bed. “Oh my god. What the fuck.”

Before she could comprehend what was happening, he stuck himself back in at full speed. She screamed again. She was confused, as she had never come that hard, but also simultaneously experiencing the aftershocks of her orgasm, while he continued to fuck her. Her mind was shot. Her top half fell into the pillows as her arms gave way, not able to take a second more. Her tits and belly now firmly forced into the bed, her head turned into the pillow, it hurt, but felt incredible at the same time. His hands now around both shoulders, bringing her to capture as much of him as she possibly could. Sending him farther into her than he’d ever been. “I’m going to come Sherri.” “Do it!” She demanded. His hands shifted to her hips and the beginnings of her belly and he thrust into her a few more sudden pumps, and then held in, letting out an animal-like moan.

She quickly felt, for the first time, his searing hot cum shot inside her engorged, red, pregnant pussy. It felt like a hundred thousand tsunamis slamming into her inner walls, sinking deeper into her as it found every crack and opening to work its way into within her loins and through her midsection. She nearly though she could feel it inside her stretched, tight belly. After holding in her for a long while, stunned, he pulled out and fell on the bed, she collapsed sideways. They laid for a while, giggling from ecstasy. she tried calming her babies, now going insane within her. Usually, this hurt, but she was too overcome with adrenaline and endorphins to notice.

After falling asleep for an hour or so, they got up, dressed, and heated up their now cold food. He opted for chinese. They both gorged on it and finished all of it. After, they talked a while on the second bed which was still untouched, holding hands. “It’s not going to be long I don’t think.” She said, rubbing her belly. She had lifted her shirt above it and they watched the movement. “It’s still incredible to me. I could stare that them go forever.” She smiled at him. “You might’ve jump started the process. They haven’t been this active ever.” “Nah, you still got a few weeks right?” He said. “I' don’t know. They’re going pretty hard right now. Feel.” He put his hands on her belly and felt the sudden bumps and blows to her insides they were thrashing about. “Does that hurt?” “Yes, not unbearably though.” They sat a while until Sherri looked at the clock. “We better get back. It's still early but I’d like to change and clean the house a bit.

“Okay! I’ll check us out. Be right back.” He left and she cleaned what she could around the room. She felt bad for the cleaning crew. The center of the bed was quite a wet mess. She got her coat back on, and waddled off to the car, closing the door behind her. He returned and headed them back to her place. They rode in relative silence. Her belly wriggling. She continually shifted in her seat, uncomfortable. Had she gotten bigger? It seemed she had somehow.  She put her hand on his thigh and his on top of hers. He smiled at her and she smiled back. “I’ll miss this.” “Who says this is done?” “No one, but I will. You won’t want to have a fling with a new mother.” “I never said that.” She looked at him. “Please. It’s fine. I’ll be gross anyway.” “Also not true.” He drove on. She was very uncomfortable now, her belly tightening up. She tried ignoring it.

“Here we are.” “This was, absolutely incredible. Seriously Charlie. You made me feel so special.” “You are special.” He said. She looked around. “Kiss me.” She said. He leaned in. She put a hand on her stomach and leaned into him, her other hand around his head, holding them together. She stuck her tongue into his and they wrapped for an intense passionate kiss, and then pulled away. “Bye Charlie. Keep in touch.” She opened the door. “Need help?” “I’m okay!” She said once again. She managed even slower this time, then leaned down, blew him a kiss and a wink, and shut the door. He smiled as he watched her slowly start up towards the house. She stopped at the door once inside and waved, he waved back and he drove off as she shut the door.

Inside, she rid her body of her coat, and immediately collapsed onto the wall. “Oh god.” She cupped the underside of her belly. It was painfully tight. “Fuck I think it’s happening.” She stumbled into the living room and laid on the couch. She massaged her belly until she fell asleep.

She didn’t wake up until she heard the sound of the door opening. She immediately felt more intense, searing pain shooting up the center of her belly as she sat up. “You napping?” He said confused, walking quickly to the bedroom. “Yes!” She said, with struggle. He came back, half naked, he was undressing. He saw her sitting up, looking to be in pain. She winced as she ran her hands up and down the center of her belly. “You okay?” “No, I’m not. Something’s wrong.” “Shit, did you eat something bad?” He asked, heading back into the bedroom. “No, the babies are going nuts. “Oh I’m sorry about that hun.” He came back out shortly after, in jeans and a t-shirt. He entered the kitchen for a quick sandwich. She attempted to get off the couch. She made it 2 steps before going down, leaning on the coffee table. “Oh god, this doesn’t feel good.” She went back, throwing herself back onto the couch. “Why don’t you relax, just nap and let it pass. You try to do too much during the day.” “No this is different. It doesn’t feel good.” “I know, you just said that, so try sleeping it off.”

“Ugghh, No, this isn’t right, I’m telling you. He finished his sandwich and quickly began wolfing it down. “What then?” “I’m clearly in labor!” She scowled at him, struggling from a bout of pain. “You’ve got two weeks left, it must be, what do they call them? Braxton Hicks! That’s right. Sleep it off hun.” “You’re not hearing me. “Hun, I think your hormones are getting the best of you. Lie down. I’ve gotta go, but call me if it gets worse, okay?” He grabbed a bag and hurried to the door. “It WILL get worse!” “Well, when it does, call. Until then, sit tight and deal.” He slammed the door behind him, the car screeching off.

She sat there for half an hour, attempting to manage the pain, when she realized it was only getting worse. She opened her eyes and looked around for a phone. She couldn’t find hers within sight. She wondered how far she’d get. She hobbled back up, with an arm on the table for assistance, the other on her belly. She stood up, straight, and felt her belly. It was basketball tight  now. This was it. She had to act quickly.

She moved slow, step by step to the kitchen, looking around. Nothing was there. She leaned on the fridge for support as another contraction hit her hard. She used the walls for support as she rounded the corner into the hallway, making it to the bedroom. As it passed, she walked it off in circles. She rubbed her taught bare belly. “Come on guys, it’s not time yet. You have some more bakin’ to do for mama.” She said as she rubbed her belly and lower back. She looked then, and caught herself in the full length leaning against the wall. Her belly had clearly dropped. She remembered reading this was a sure sign. She swore it hadn’t looked that way this morning. She began to panic. She fumbled around the bedroom, frantically searching for a phone. They had never had a landline. She had to find her phone. She ripped apart her bedside table and let the drawer fall out onto the ground, expelling its contents. She quickly shifted to the dresser and went through anything on top of it. Nothing. She went to the end of the bed and tripped on the leg, falling to her knees. It sent another shockwave ripping through her body.

“jesus fucking christ, this can not be happening right now. She held her belly with both hands, bracing for impact. It hit her hard and she nearly shot back on the rug in pain. “God not nowwww. Please, not now.” She sat for a few minutes waiting for the pain to pass, she used the bed to help herself back onto her feet. Her contractions were minutes apart now. It was coming on fast. She had only read how women went into hours and hours of labor. This seemed to be much quicker than she had thought.

She got back to the living room, fumbled around the coffee table and threw the cushions off the couch. Nothing. “God damnit!” She now had to have a hand holding her belly up at all times. it was getting worse by the minute. There was a constant wave of pain throughout, in addition to the increasingly timed contractions. She managed to the kitchen window, looking out. The neighbors cars weren’t in the driveway, they usually always were at this time. Their garage was filled with junk, so they always parked outside, but no one was home yet. She began growling in pain. With every step, she felt a shock wave rock through her belly. The two inside her felt as if they were flailing now, or as much as they could. They were battling to get out. She had to keep them in as long as she could hold on for. She stepped to the backside of the house. The house to the back side was for sale, and nobody had been there for over a year.

“Where is my goddamn phone!!!” She screamed in frustration. From the window, she walked back across the living room and felt it. Her belly shifted downward still and it bulged right below her belly button. She half-collapsed on one knee clutching her pulsing belly. “Not now, it’s not time. You can’t come yet.” She grumbled to herself. But it seemed too late. She went down fully on to the floor, another powerful contraction ripping through her body. She had on a loose fitting pair of black maternity pants and a navy tank top. She was pouring sweat and her hair was glistening wet. Sweat beading on her forehead. She knelt on the ground with her legs apart. “Not now. Not now. God, not now.” She winced in pain again as yet another rocked her body into submission.

She felt an immense pressure in between her legs and squeezed her eyes shut, now praying for the pain to subside, even if just for a moment. “no, no no no.” She clutched her belly harder now. The pressure intensified and continued to ramp until she couldn’t possibly will herself to ignore it. She slowly moved a hand to between her legs. Her pants still on. She had the incredible, irresistible urge to push now. But she refused. This was unsafe, she was surely in danger. What if they needed medical attention? She had no idea.  She reached far below her belly, and up her thigh. She was too terrified to find out. She pulled away at first. But with the ever increasing pressure, she went back, now making it to her crotch. She was screaming in pain now. With one hand behind her, holding her up on her knees, the other finding their way to her loins. She made it to the center and felt a bulge, through her pants. She suddenly yanked her hand back horrified. “No no no! No! Not right now! She screamed psychotically.” She willed herself up to her feet, shaking and sweating. Her legs buckling, now wet. Through her pants she had felt one of the babie’s heads which was now beginning to crown. Half standing, knees bent, but on her feet, she looked down, at her enormous belly, and squeezed her legs together, leaning her hands against a nearby wall. She did so meticulously and slowly, screaming in insane pain as closing her legs slowly forced the baby back up the canal where the other was, waiting on deck. Her body shifted as she pressed her thighs together. “Oh god, oh shit, oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

In that moment, she took it all back. She didn’t want to be a mother, she didn’t want twins, she didn’t want kids, she didn’t want a baby or anything to do with them. She didn’t want to give birth, she didn’t want to get pregnant, and she didn’t want to be alive. She wished she wasn’t so dumb and wished she had simply killed her husband or left him rather than get back at him like this. She was in an outrageous amount of pain. She managed to stand, on her own, legs pressed tightly together. Her belly shifted now in a strange form. it was now an unnatural act, refusing to birth with her body telling her to do so. She hadn’t read about what could happen. She didn’t prepare for a premature birth. Nor had she anticipated giving birth at home, let alone being able to do what she just had. She was dehydrated now and not thinking straight. She didn’t know what she’d do if she’d made it back to her feet.

“Fucking christ I’m going to die. I need help.” She shimmied, legs together, across the room. She felt a steady stream of liquid down her pants, now soaking wet. She sensed it was bloody and somewhat thick. It stung with every small step, burning into her upper thighs. She got to the door and opened it. Looking around, searching for a person, anyone. She began yelling. “Help! Someone help! Help me!” No one. “HELP! FUCKING HELP! HELP!” She screamed. Nothing. She slammed the door. Standing behind the door, she held her belly tight. “Fuck. NOT. NOW. God dammit!” But it was no use. She began crying intensely as she felt the bulge force its way down between her legs. She kept them as closed as she could. She felt sick. She began to fade, but continued to hold her thick, now juicy thighs together. “I just can’t right now, I can’t.”

She slid down the door onto her ass. She felt just how wet her pants were now. It was drenched in her inside juices now. Using her arms, she dragged herself to the living room floor, now using everything she had to keep her legs tight. She’d have to give in soon. She closed her eyes. “Oh god, please. Fuck. not now. Oh god.” She felt sick. She looked down, her belly contorting in all these unnatural ways. “Oh fuuuuck.” Her arms were keeping her up and her legs bent at the knee, pressed together. “Ahhh shiiiit, it’s happening. oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. She reached down and shimmied her pants off. She peeled them off her legs, thick, sticky and tinted red. She threw her head back, her tits soaked and showing through her soaking wet top. Her dark wet hair hanging. She let out a blood curdling scream.

She eeked  the last ounce of energy out to squeeze her legs and meaty thighs together for one last try. She screamed some more, tearing up, sweat pouring from every pore as she huffed and puffed in pain, and finally had to let go. Her legs shot apart. Almost immediately, all that she had been forcing inside her came pouring out, she let out an animal-like grunt and a baby head popped immediately out. She took a few breaths, and before she could push again, it slid out with a sloshing noise. It sat there, squirming on the rug. She sat there, wide-eyed, stunned at the sight. “Oh god.” She reached down and picked him up, it was a boy. The cord still attached. She looked at him, he was alive, not crying, but he seemed okay. She didn’t have a towel around. Before she could sit paralyzed in amazement at him, the other dropped and she was forced to place him down gently, before going into incensed pain again.

This time she wanted it over with. She spread eagle, holding her legs, took a few quick huffs of breaths and pushed as hard as she could downward forcing the second head to crown. She felt between her legs and touched the head. She stopped and looked around at the empty house, torn apart by her from only minutes previous. “What the fuck am I doing? Jesus.” She breathed for a moment, and pushed. The second came sloshing out of her as the first did, and she grabbed it. It seemed to be a girl. Both were messy. She would’ve passed out if not for to care for her fresh newborns.

She stared at them, both wriggling, silent. She had nothing to cut the cords with. What was even an acceptable tool? She looked down, her belly still large, but contorted into a terrible shape. She grabbed both in both arms and held them. She was now a mother. She had done it, alone. She was gently rocking them, crying silent tears. When she heard a noise. She looked over at the door.

Her coat was on the floor by the front door, her phone vibrating in a pocket.

He had beat her at this, too.