#Naturally enlarge your breast

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[davinawritings]

I have a request!

An angel (that looks somewhere between biblically accurate and humanoid) that fails in resisting temptation with a fem reader's breasts starts to grow triple in size and lactate uncontrollably. She's asking him for help and he helps himself to her tits and pussy ;)

Hi! Thank you for the request! I hope you like it! 🖤💕❤️

Pairing: Male Angel X Fem Reader

Warnings: Sex, Unprotected Sex, Lactation Kink, Breast Expansion Kink, Dub-Con

Word Count: 1770

There is no one that knows you that would disagree with the fact that you were not the smartest person. From small things like still believing the moon followed you while driving in the car to more serious things like following strangers to their car with the promise of seeing a puppy, your common sense and self awareness was pretty much nonexistent. Unfortunately you were just a very kind and trusting person. You never really saw the bad in people, wanting to see and believe in the good. Your father often told you that you lived in your own little fantasy world of puppies, unicorns, and butterflies.

That's probably why you had your own guardian angel. Such a kind and sweet soul needed protecting. Most of the time you couldn't see him. Occasionally you had gotten small glimpses of eyes or part of his body as he retreated but most of the time he remained unseen. There was one time where a man had guided you into a dark alley with the promise of petting his new dog. You were so excited but your guardian angel appeared before you. It had startled you at first. His appearance was not what you thought it would be. He did look mostly human but he had more eyes. They covered multiple parts of his body and they were all trained on you. He had formally introduced himself as Abdiel, your guardian angel.He then pulled you away from the alley with a few scolding words as he guided you home safely before disappearing from your sight once again.

Today you had been out shopping at a small market when you came upon a booth with vials of liquid. The old woman seemed to scan you up and down before picking up a vial and holding it out towards you. “What does it do?” you asked the nice woman. She looks at you with a crooked grin and informs you, “ it is to make your breast bigger. A beautiful girl like you should have beautiful breasts to match”. Now this was something that had always been a small insecurity of yours. Small boobs were beautiful but you never felt like yours fit your body. So naturally you bought the small vial without hesitation. Most of the time these things don’t work anyway but there was no harm in trying. As you paid, the woman said, “Follow the instructions on the back of the vial and don't stray from them if you know what is good for you”. You thank her and leave the market for home.

After arriving home and putting your new buys away you look at the vial. Deciding that there is no time like the present, you pull out the cork and down the contents. You wait a few minutes to see if you feel any changes but unfortunately there were none. You sit on the couch looking for a movie when your tits start to tingle. Looking down you are shocked to see they went up a cup size. This is great! They look amazing.

Before your very eyes they start to grow a little more and you pull your sundress away from your chest to see a small bead of milk dripping from your left breast. You panic slightly and grab the vial, turning it over to see if it said anything about lactating. Turning it over you see:

Directions: Dilute 2-4 drops in 8 ounces of water for 1 cup size growth or 6-8 drops in 8 ounces of water for 2 cups size growth. Repeat once a month to maintain desired size.

Warning: Do not take more than recommended. Taking more than recommended can lead to overly enlarged breasts, hypersensitivity of breast tissue and nipples, and high volume of milk production.

You panic and look back at your breast to see they have already grown some more. You had started at a small A-cup but were now already at a full C-cup and they didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. They were already so big they were barely concealed in the cups of your sundress. Already on the verge of spilling out. You called out to Abdiel, not knowing what else to do.

He appeared moments later looking like he was about to speak and greet you when his jaw just dropped wide open. He seemed to collect himself asking, “What has happened? What did you do?”.

You reply with tears in your eyes, explaining the vial you bought from the market and that you drank the entire thing. He grabs the vial shaking his head as he reads over the directions and warning. He looks at you and he cannot help the hardening of his cock. He is your guardian angel. He knows this is wrong and he is supposed to be pure but looking at you like this is truly testing him.

Your breasts are already pretty big and all he wants is to feel them and suck on them. They are straining against your dress which now has two large wet patches where your tits are. He knows he needs to get you help but he also knows he cannot be the one to do it. He can’t see you like this and resist. It will be too much for him to resist. His cock is already twitching and pulsing with desire. He has never reacted like this to anything.

He opens his mouth to tell you that he will go find another Angel that will be able to help you. Before he can get the words out your breasts grow again and burst over the neckline of your sundress. You whimper at the cool air hitting your wet nipples and his restraint leaves him.

Tears fall from your eyes in tandem with the milk dripping from your nipples. “Please Abdiel. Please help me. I don’t know what to do. They just keep growing and they are getting sore”.

He moves toward you and places his hands on your tits. Even his first gentle touch makes you whimper and also sends arousal to your pussy. He grips more firmly and watches as the higher pressure makes the milk spray out of your fat tit. He can't hold back his moan as it coats his hand. You sigh at the slight relief and he moves to sit on the couch. You follow after, refusing to be out of touching distance from him.

He grabs you and places you on his lap straddling his thighs. “Alright, I am going to help you and you need to be a good girl and follow my instructions for me. Okay?”. You nod eagerly, relief being the only thing on your mind. “We are going to work on draining all the milk from you to try and relieve the pressure. Lift your hips”, he says as he pulls his cock out of his pants. Once his cock is free you feel him place his tip at your entrance. You give him a questioning look but he just says, “I’m going to stimulate you here so your body is relaxed and the milk will come out easier.”. You nod your agreement, putting your trust in your guardian angel, afterall he is hundreds of years old, he must know what he is doing.

Before he pulls you down on his cock he grabs your right tit giving it a harsh squeeze causing you to let out a yelp. He ignores you as he collects some of the milk and rubs it along his cock. He moans at the sensation and begins to pull you down. He knows how wrong this is. He is breaking his vows, doing what no angel is supposed to do, and also taking advantage of you. None of it seems to matter though as he feels your tight walls swallow up his cock. Heaven didn’t compare to being inside your pussy.

Abdiel knows he needs to work fast. He knows he won’t last long with the way you grip and massage his cock. He tells you to bounce as he works on your tits. At this point they have gotten so big that he needs two hands for one tit alone so he begins by massaging your left tit causing you to moan. The milk sprays out and covers his chest, dripping down to his pelvis. It mixes with the arousal that is dripping down his cock from your dripping cunt.

Not wanting to neglect your right breast, he takes it in his mouth and begins to suck. He groans at the slightly sweet flavor and feels his cock pulse in your warm walls. You are moaning on every thrust now, calling out his name as his cock hits that one spot deep inside you that has you clenching over and over.

He almost wants to let out a whimper as he drinks from you. The combination of your sweet milk dripping down his throat combined with your tight cunt and your milk covering him and dripping between you is too much for him. You feel his cock start twitching, swelling even bigger than before. He lets out a loud groan, never ceasing his actions.

He cums, filling your pussy while draining your tits. He bites down gently on your nipple while pinching the other and your back arches. You let out a scream of his name as you cum hard. Your pussy gushes over him, your juices combining with your milk in his lap and dripping onto the couch below.

You bouncing slows to a stop as exhaustion overwhelms you. Abdiel finishes sucking on your tits. The milk seems to have stopped for now. He holds you in his arms but can't seem to regret what has happened. He doesn’t think he will be able to go back to life as it was before. He needs your tits, your milk, and your pussy.

You lean on his milk covered chest, resting your head on his shoulder. As you drift off in his arms he just sits there praying that your breasts will continue to leak. According to the vile he should have you like this for at least another month. After that he will just have to find the woman at the market and obtain the vials himself. Afterall, you will still think it is your fault and he’s just helping you if he sneaks it into your drink each month. For all you know your mistake caused a permanent change in your breasts. He’s just continuing to be your angel and take care of you.

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I hope everyone likes it! Let me know what you think!

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[fakeboycorrection]

Fakeboy story time! Back in action for all you fakeboys.

It actually started off in a kind of boring way. You'd been dating your boyfriend for about a year now. When you met him, you were already out as a trans man, so there was never any confusion, never any misgendering, nothing like that. In fact, if anyone called you by the wrong pronouns in public, he was actually the first to stand up for you. That's why you were kind of surprised the first time he brought it up when you were in bed.

"Wouldn't it be kind of hot if you wore lingerie while we fucked?" He said while you were kissing his neck lightly. It wasn't the weirdest request in the world. Plenty of men wore stuff like that for fun with their partners.

So you gave in. He picked some out online, it arrived a few days later, and that night, the two of you had the best sex you'd ever had.

The fact it was so good should have been a warning sign to you.

It started out with just lingerie. Then, he started having you wear some lipstick, telling you it was just so you could leave lipstick marks on his neck when you kissed him.

Then it moved on to him groping your tits during sex. You'd told him never to do it, it made you dysphoric as hell, but there he was, doing it anyways. In the heat of the moment, you were too horny to complain, but afterwards you brought it up, he apologized, and you thought that would be the end of it.

But it wasn't.

The next time the two of you started fucking, he immediately started to grab your chest. You pushed him away, protesting loudly, but you were met with a smack in the face.

"You're mine. You don't get to tell me what I can and can't touch." The seriousness in his voice scared you, but the dominance turned you on, flooding your hole with wetness. You decided to go along for the ride, letting him touch wherever he wanted, getting off harder than you had in years. Afterwards, you didn't even think to bring it up. It felt natural, so it must be okay.

The next time you two fucked, things went further. Maybe too far.

Just a few minutes into pounding you from behind, your boyfriend lent in behind your ear, practically growling the words.

"You're such a good girl for me."

And the crazy thing is, you didn't even say anything back. You didn't complain. You didn't remind him that you were a man. You just moaned. Like a good girl.

After that, everything changed. It was clear he didn't see you as a man anymore. You came home the next day and found him in your closet, throwing out all of your manly clothes and replacing them with feminine ones, ones that showed off the tits you were so "dysphoric" about, ones that said things that went against all of your beliefs, labelling you as "Daddy's Girl" and other objectifying phrases. He'd bought you sets of makeup and left them on your dresser, ready to be applied, right next to a paper saying you were scheduled for breast enlargement surgery. And what did you do? Stand up for yourself? Declare your manhood and show him how wrong he was? Kick him out for doing so much harm to your trans identity?

No.

You knelt down on the ground right then and there and gave him the best blowjob that a real man could ever ask for, sucking gleefully as he moaned your real name.

You were never really happy as a man, you can see that now. Because you were always meant to be a dumb, cock sucking bimbo.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

The Hobie fandom has a lot of smut, and with a character so accepting on so many fronts, it means so much to me to see trans!readers being taken into consideration.

As a trans guy myself, I love seeking out ftm!smut. But often times, I often can't read them. Many times I'm left feeling unseen, reduced, or even feminized.

And I wanna talk about that a bit, if it's okay.

My take and feelings on FTM!smut - As a Trans Guy

Ngl as a trans guy myself I do feel a bit alienated by a lot of FTM!reader.

I'm gonna be honest - I feel like most ftm smut is written exactly as it would be a cis woman, just with the pronouns changed. Which is understandable, but not really how it works.

Cis women and trans men don't have sex the exact same, just because they're AFAB.

And I feel most smut writers haven't gone out of their way to research the sexual experiences of trans men and how we navigate the world.

Hobie smut is pretty vulgar, and I won't complaining! As a character, he has a high volume of smut, and probably the most diverse range, with Black!reader, ftm!readers, and male!readers being more common than most fandoms.

Black!Reader focuses on the unique experience of black people when in a relationship together. This unique experience is at the basis of black!reader.

But when we approach Ftm!reader - very often, our unique experience isn't reflected.

It's just assumed that because we are AFAB - there's no need to look deeper at the closer unique sexual experience trans men have - or to read up about it.

Most ftm!reader fic does not attempt to use affirming sexual language for trans men at all.

T-dicks - ie, natural clitoris enlargement you get after taking T - is a thing a lot of transitioning Trans men have.

But they're never called T-dicks in fanfiction. Only clits. It's very rare that a ftm!reader is described as having a dick - because so often the only dicks cis people recognize are natal dicks, and surgery-constructed ones.

Many cis writers may never even considered referring to a trans man's clitoris as a dick - pre or post T. They may see it as confusing to the reader, when it's not.

T-Dicks are dicks. Bottom growth didn't give you a full 3-4 inches, but you absolutely have growth and there are trans men that can penetrate with T-dicks - without surgery - if with the right partner.

The words pussy and cunt are used liberally in nearly all ftm!smut, and while many trans men are okay with these terms, I think a lot of cis writers ignore or do not know that often, terms like those can cause heavy dysphoria in a lot of ftm readers.

I don't think cis writers ever question if they might be making readers dysphoric - or showing them in a non-affirming way.

I feel like some writers believe that changing pronouns and calling the reader 'handsome' is really all it takes. Just write usual fem smut, change the pronouns - and done!

In reality, a large part of the ftm community feels uncomfortable with the word 'pussy' - and would much rather stuff like 'front hole'.

A poll on 'What do you call your downstairs?'

And I'm not saying that you can't call a trans man's genitals a pussy. And I'm not saying that a trans man calling his genitals a pussy is wrong.

I just feel like cis writers do not consider the dysphoria of their trans readers, when writing trans smut.

I feel like most cis writers don't actually seek out accounts of trans men and their sexuality.

I don't think they ever consider that these terms, talking about wetness and penetration (which many men on T can have problems with because of vaginal atrophy and dryness), breast, clits, cunts, pussy -

I don't think cis writers ever question 'Is this accessible for ftm readers that might have dysphoria? How can I make this accessible or easier for trans men who have bottom dysphoria?'

Or

'How can I make this more affirming of them as men?'

It's the assumption that, because we're all AFAB, because we have vaginas like cis women - then naturally we must all fuck the same regardless of gender, the only thing changing being the pronouns.

That's not true.

And also - Trans Men are never really written like gay men.

Trans men having sex with men is gay sex.

And even though most writers write trans men with male OCs - they hardly ever write their sex as if they are gay men.

99.9% of the time, it isn't written that way. Its always written as if it's 'straight sex'.

The experience of how gay men have sex is never really taken account into these fics, which makes me feel like a lot of writers don't see it as gay sex at all.

At most, the ftm reader may be described as a bottom - but never as an otter or twink or bear or cub or leather or anything.

They see it as AFAB sex.

Cause If I'm getting strictly candid - I feel like if a writer wrote mtf!smut and kept focusing on the girls 'hard throbbing cock and balls' - we'd all be like 'oh wow that's very intense centering on genitals that may alienate some trans women-'

But in ftm!smut focusing on 'wet tight juicy pussy and thriving clit' is standard. It's never really questioned.

And this is not to say 'oh trans women have it better they get better smut-' No. They really don't. I'm just bringing this up to highlight the fact that we should be making sure that trans!smut is accessible and affirming to the trans people they're about.

Seeing a fic in which a gay trans man prefers to use his asshole, like most gay men fuck, is VERY VERY rare.

I feel like most cis writers never consider the fact that gay trans men may want to perform sex in an affirming, clearly coded, masculine gay way.

It's always assumed we use our front hole, are okay with it being called a pussy, have no problems getting wet, or that we don't have dicks (T-dick is a dick).

And because of that - the lack of affirming language and the lack of affirming transmasc experiences makes it very hard for me as a FTM person to read smut about ftm!readers.

I feel like most of them don't actually take our comfort - or our experiences in mind.

I feel like most don't attempt to actually read accounts of trans guys having gay sex, and what that's often like.

If you're a writer who feels guilty of any of this - you're not a bad person or a bad writer. And I genuinely thank you for including us in your work - from the bottom of my heart.

But I want to highlight this -

Trans men having sex is not a 1:1 of cis women having sex. The same way trans women having sex is not a 1:1 of cis men having sex.

Or experiences are unique - and our dysphoria does affect our sex lives, and how we navigate them.

Please, do not let this put you off writing trans men. But please keep in mind that our experience is unique.

So often I read ftm!reader and feel reduced down to my pussy. Without breasts in the equation, so much ftm!smut focuses solely on the pussy.

If you write ftm!reader please please do not let this put you off, but here's some tips I can give as a trans guy

Please do slight research of ftm anatomy, read an article about gay trans men, or go on r/ftm (subreddit) and read some posts about trans men, read some nsfw posts where trans men tell hookup tales.

Advocate has an great article called '16 things I learned from having sex with Trans Men' - which details and dispels 16 myths about trans men in bed. It's written from the POV of gay men who have been with trans men in affirming ways.

This post is in no way meant to be an attack or subliminal at any one writer. If it was one writer, I wouldn't care.

But this is something I've experienced and seen across fandoms and across writers in this fandom too. I feel the urge to write this because searching for affirming ftm!fics - I often come away feeling even more dysphoric.

Not because of the word pussy or cunt or anything -

But because of the erasure of my experience, the idea that my gender doesn't influence my experience of sex - only my AFAB genitals do.

If you write ftm!smut, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, truly.

But I feel like I had to say this.

If you read this far, thank you! This is one of my more personal venting posts but I'm also trying to raise a point and start a discussion. And you reading through this and giving me your time and understanding is already helpful enough, so thanks!

Here's Hobie.

Bye.

[starshipsofstarlord]

pretty eyes (3)

summary. picking up where you left off isn’t always the easiest thing to proceed with, especially when you and daryl are still bickering. but there are ways to make amends

warnings. smut, fingering, a lottt of making out, swearing, slapping, brief angst

a/n. again there will be another part, i apologise for this having taken so long 🖤

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

divider credits. @cafekitsune

He was rough yet tender as he cupped your face, his thumbs tracing the structure of your jawline as his mouth devoured your own, the broad and crisp sunlight bringing heat to your skin. Your noses traced back and forth together, your heavy breaths became one notion of inhaling and exhaling. There wasn’t a thought surpassing your mind as you physically reconciled after your stubborn disdain at one another, moulding together as though you could melt after the other’s touch.

Alas you were forced to part from the oxygen that your lungs required, and you breathed heavily, your chest rising in a rapid motion as the two of you wordlessly stared at one another. His pupils were transformed into an enlarged size, there wasn’t anything that could surpass the silence that brooded scornfully between you, as neither of you both were sure on how to proceed. You could feel the swollen lining around your lips, and you bit nervously at it, attempting to scratch an itch to make the quiet around you less tense.

“Shoul’n’t a done tha’.” Daryl stated, however he seemed less appalled by the contact that you had made than he had shown previously. His cerulean orbs raked across your face as his feet jaggedly trudged backwards, committing some distance from you. He felt almost drunk from your kiss, and that made him feel absurdly foolish. It wasn’t in his nature to be so astounded by a simple touch, but it was definitely affecting him.

His pulse raced in the depths of his flesh, and his bloodstream pounded heavily in his ears as he awaited for your response, hoping that you would agree with him. It was a mistake, one that certainly shouldn’t happen again. Those damning eyes of yours were distracting him from his shield of resentment, and he tried to shun them from his sight, however you were staring straight ahead at him, which made it defiantly impossible.

“Daryl,” the sound of his name escaping your plush lips had him desperate to hear it fall from your lips over and over… No. He wasn’t some idiot that was willing to fall head over heels, he was simply attracted to your physical form, that was all that it could be. It was all that he would allow it to be. He never wanted anyone close, he’d be a pussy as Merle would call him if he had any feeling for you and his brother were here.

“Don’ got time for this.” He remarked as he swiftly turned around with the purpose of getting as far away from you as possible, however he hadn’t anticipated for you to follow him like a lost lamb, with a frown written upon your face. “Why the hell ya followin’ me? Huh, ain’t no one else yer wanna fuck ‘round here?” In truth, he’d inwardly resent it if you shacked up with one of the other men in your group, but he’d silence the qualms he’d have with your sexual relations.

“Honestly, no.” You crossed your arms once again, and he battled with looking in your eyes to your raised breasts, sucking in a much needed breath. “But again that’s not why I’m here Dixon, we have to sort this tension between us out; and I didn’t come on my own accord, Shane sent me here for the sake of the rest of the group. It’s not about me and you screwing, it’s about being civil. I think we can do just about that, right?”

Daryl scoffed, shaking his head. “Ya listening to Shane now.” He laughed mockingly and you rolled your eyes at his behaviour, already wishing you hadn’t bothered. You were prepared to stalk away, and so to relent from this dispersive attitude you were being given, you headed to the woods, touching your side in a double checking fashion for your blade. Yes, you had it. You were all good to go, and escape this hellish debacle. The trees surrounded you, hiding you in their shrubbery and shading of leaves as you tried to clear your head. “Ya tryna get yourself killed or somethin’ woman?”

Of course he had followed you, but you raggedly shook out your hair, ignoring him. He had wanted you gone, to leave him be in his solidarity, and the next moment he had trailed after you, in a marching stride as he recalled you to return back to the campsite that you had set up on the farm. “No.” You blankly stated, you weren’t stupid and knew damn well how to defend yourself. “No I’m not Daryl. You wanted me to leave you alone so that’s what I’m doing. So go back to being by yourself, you don’t owe me anything.”

“Wait. Just hold up a second.” He sighed, stalking alongside you to make your steps pause. “I- uh, I jus’, fuck you woman.” He closed his eyes, as your palm collided with the side of his face and the sting blossomed upon his cheek. The man was a little taken aback, but he shouldn’t have expected any different for his last words. Daryl was full of copious frustration, and he was done with it. “Fuck it.” With his body weight he grasped you by the shoulders, leading you backwards until you were trapped between him and a tall shot of bark.

You were furious, but all discretions were smothered into dismal whining as Daryl pressed against you, his mouth hungrily colliding with your own. Your eyes were closed as you could do nothing but reciprocate his motions, licking into his mouth with vigour as his hands strewed in your hair. He became lost in your kiss, as he allowed one of his hands to grapple down and pledge your ass in his grip. His administration caused a gasp to shatter from your lips as you allowed him to do as he pleased, his hands worked desperately at the fly of your faded and worn jeans as he began to pull the denim down.

“This is definitely a way we might be able to get along.” Inherently you mumbled as you felt lips and teeth tug at the flesh of your neck, and you hadn’t even thought of him leaving bruising marks along your throat. A pleased moan fell deliriously from your lips as you felt his rough hand slide into your cotton panties, feeling your cunt over as he stroked his ring finger against entrance. He ensured you were wet enough before he plunged it inside of you, and when he did your eyes flew open.

As he licked his lips in concentration, he became adherent to anything other than your eyes, even with his wrist continuing to move to prompt you pleasure. “Such pretty eyes.” He muttered to himself, allowing a soft smile to capture his mouth for a moment as he brought you to the brink of pleasure, slipping another finger inside of you. Your eyes were blow wide like those of a deer, and you grabbed at his arm, lips gaping open as you released silent moans, restraining all noise if there were any walkers nearby.

“Daryl.” His name burned like an ember on your lips, and he was compelled to capture them again, as your hands caressed wantonly down his body, grabbing at the prominent bulge he wore beneath his clothing. This was a sure way to reconcile your arrogance towards one another, and you were futilely desperate for more.

[beatrixstonehill2]

"I mean, eating, sleeping, and fucking is really all there is to being a girl. Not that I minded. Fun while it lasted but I know if I kept up this lifestyle I'd be 600lbs in a matter of a few years.... Not that that's a bad thing, but still.... I'm really happy trans girls in my state are being detransed. When Prop 834 passed I practically started cheering I was so elated. And naturally my cock was rock hard so I jerked off. Such a dumb little fake girl I am.... what real girl would be so happy to finally go through male puberty and see her curvy, girly body go bye-bye? I stood in front of my cum-stained mirror and jerked off SO hard staring at my breasts, grabbing them, squeezing them so hard they sprayed milk. God I'm such a perv, inducing lactation on these giant udders I made my body grow.....

I jerked off picturing my boobs getting chopped off. The surgeon joking about having to work on so many fake girls, lopping off our gigantic, fat, lactating breasts because we're all total porn and hentai addicts who fantasize about having ridiculous-looking cow tits. I bet he'll be cracking jokes with his nurses about us deluded fake girls finally needing to stop living our perverted fantasies, watching our cocks get bigger and bigger, our erections get stronger, our orgasms finally like a man's! He'll joke about all of our titties getting tossed in the trash, finally taken away, or how our voices will drop, and we'll all grow facial hair, slowly watching our feminine, porn-fantasy bodies turn into the boys we were always supposed to be.

I hope our state is ready for all of us to be turned loose. We'll all be pumped with loads of testosterone, dick growth pills, steroids..... We'll all become total muscle-bound studs only focused on how many holes we can bury our newly enlarged cocks into every day. I'm totally gonna keep a count every day of how many sexy girls I fuck. I wanna fuck some cute pregnant girl with huge titties so bad! I'm gonna be such a menace.... Every day I'll go to the park and treat it like a buffet! Every cute girl reading a book in a bikini, every girl with big bouncy tits jogging, ever waddling pregnant girl in a sundress counting the days before she'll finally be too pregnant to walk. I'm gonna fuck their brains out, punish their holes until I break their brains and make them drool all over themselves.

Sure, I'll miss stuffing my face and getting fucked by a dozen new guys every day, but finally getting to be a boy will be oh so fun! ❤️ I hope more states detrans us dumb little cow-titted fakegirls and make us into a new generation of ravenous studs. I'll be rooting for all you girls outside of SC! Stay strong, and remember to vote! Your big fat bloated titties won't remove themselves, boys!"

[the-princess-of-loki]

Attraction

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, graphic description of smut.

I stood before the big mirror in Loki and mine’s extravagantly huge dressing room. I made sure Loki wasn’t in our chambers in the palace before I took a deep breath and took off my dark green satin robe. I looked at my reflex dreadfully and let out a little huff. An involuntary pout formed on my lips as I took in the new details on my skin. I knew, theoretically and logically, that pregnancy changed a woman’s body. But knowing and seeing were definitely different. I couldn’t help touching my new white stretch marks on my enlarged breasts and belly, my pouting increasing almost naturally. I didn’t dare to turn around and take a look at my ass and my thighs. No, the front view was a downfall enough to even consider adding more.

“My dear?” Loki called me while entering the dressing room. I shrieked and immediately covered myself with my robe at the look and voice of my handsome husband in his sexy leather green, black and brown armour. He laughed softly at my reaction. “Why are you covering yourself, princess? There is not an inch of your beautiful body that I haven’t kissed, licked, sucked, bitten, worshipped, devoured…” He smirked at me, taking a step closer with his green eyes lust-filled.

“Not like it is right now,” I murmured under my breath, taking my gaze away from him for a moment.

“What’s the matter, my princess?” I could hear Loki’s worry even when I wasn’t looking at him. I took a deep breath and faked a smile as I looked back at him.

Why does he have to be so handsome?

“Nothing, love. Could you please leave the dressing room so I can get dressed?” Loki crossed his arms on his chest, still looking at me with worry in his beautiful features.

“Do not try to trick the trickster,” he warned. I sighed and looked down at my feet again. My lower lip trembled, so I bit it down to try and stop it. Loki closed the distance between us with a long step. He delicately grabbed my chin and made me look up at his emerald-like eyes. Worry kept clouding his handsome features, and I felt my eyes filling with tears, although I fought hard for them not to fall out. “My wonderful princess, why don’t you trust me with your bothering thoughts? Since our son was born, you’ve been acting distant and cold… Have I done or said something to upset you, my dear?”

“No!” I gasped immediately. I couldn’t let him blame himself for my insecurities. “No, Loki, you’ve been the best husband I could ever imagined. Please, do not think for one second that any of this is your fault.”

“Then, tell me, my love. What is wrong?” I took a deep breath before answering.

“I am feeling…self-conscious since our son was born,” I admitted, trying to avoid his gaze and failing. “My body has changed and…you are always so handsome… I…” I had to stop talking as a lump formed in my throat. Loki smiled sweetly at me.

“My beautiful princess, you are as wonderful as the day we met. No, that is not right. You are even more wonderful now,” he left a sweet kiss on my forehead before he looked down at me again. “What your body did- growing, nurturing and delivering our son: that is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen in all my 1058 years of life. Those scars and marks you’re so ashamed of are the living proof of your awesomeness.”

“Loki, I…” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I appreciate your kind words, but-”

“Oh, you don’t believe me, princess,” Loki interrupted me with a smirk. Then, he lifted me, causing me to let out a small shriek of surprise. He started to walk with me in his arms towards our bed.

“What are you doing, Loki?” I asked, trying in vain to keep my robe on. He had decided its place was on the floor since he started to carry me. Loki left me carefully on the bed, still smirking as he stood up before me, unclasping his cape.

“Since you don’t believe in my words, I am going to show you just how much I mean them, my dear, beloved, beautiful princess.” Loki kept smirking and he kept undressing while speaking.

Once he was fully naked in front of me, he laid down on top of me, resting his weight on one arm as he caressed the side of my body with his free hand. I shivered involuntarily at his touch and he left a trail of goosebumps where his hand travelled on my skin. We hadn’t been this intimate since a lot before our son was born, so each movement, caress, kiss and even breath felt like the first time. I even felt the same butterflies in my belly as Loki’s emerald eyes looked at mine with devotion filling them.

Loki moved his face closer and closer to mine very slowly, at the same time his hand kept caressing my naked body almost lazily. He captured my lips with his in a loving but passionate and hungry kiss. I moaned against his lips as soon as they got into contact with mine at the same time he let out a throaty groan. We hadn’t kissed like this since I was on my second trimester of pregnancy, six month ago.

Gods, I missed him. I haven’t realised how much, but I missed my husband terribly. It wasn’t like Loki hadn’t been present during my pregnancy. Quite the contrary: he’d been there for me every step of the way, always making sure I was comfortable, happy, safe and loved. But, of course, after the sixth month of pregnancy, I had grown so big that the healers in the palace had all recommended I moved little to nothing. After all, nobody could be sure that the half-Jotun growing quickly inside me wouldn’t want to come out before we were expecting him to. Thus, Loki and I had been very careful and haven’t shared more than a peck here and there.

Being kissed by Loki with his usual hunger, desire, lust, adoration, love and devotion was something else on so many levels that it was difficult to put into words. His thin lips moved against mine feverishly, letting his tongue inside my mouth, dancing sensually with mine. I felt my heart beating faster with each of his tongue movements, my breath getting heavier as the seconds passed by. His large and capable hand moved down, slowly caressing my skin from my hip to my thigh. Loki purposefully traced each one of my white stretch marks there with the tip of his fingers, almost reverently, before he moved my leg softly to the side so he could accommodate comfortably in between my legs. I could feel his hard, throbbing member on my lower belly and just that got me letting out a soft moan. He moved his lips from mine, going down my chin, up my jawline until he met my ear.

“Let me worship you like you deserve, my divine, wonderful and gorgeous princess,” he whispered in that sultry voice of his before he nibbled my earlobe.

A gasp and a small moan/whimper were all that I managed as a response. Loki bit down my neck, leaving an ownership mark there as he liked doing every single time we made love. His lips moved down my collarbone and his green eyes looked straight into my eyes as he sweetly kissed every stretch mark on my breasts. He was, indeed, worshipping me. He gave the same treatment to every mark on my body that my pregnancy had left, both in my front and in my backside.

Once he was satisfied with his work, Loki gently cupped one of my breasts in his hand. Then, he lowered his mouth to my nipple, gently sucking the hardening bud. I moaned as I felt a shock of pleasure going from my nipple straight to my core. I let out a surprised gasp as I opened my eyes and saw him drinking my milk, just like our son does every few hours. Of course, Loki’s touch and mouth around my nipple were completely different and had other effects on me. Loki licked his lips, his green eyes shining with mischief and a small smirk on his lips.

“Mmmm…delicious. Everything that comes out of you is simply exquisite,” he hummed and continued smirking.

I was, as always, speechless and completely fascinated by my husband. And he knew it. Loki shifted a little his position on top of me so he was able to caress my body down to my very core. I could feel his hard, leaking pre-cum member on my thigh, making my body shiver with need. Loki teased my entrance with his fingers, rubbing my clit with his thumb until I was a shivering, panting, needy mess below him. He then licked his fingers with my juices on them, making the same appreciative hum he had made when tasting my breast milk.

“You are always ready for me, aren’t you, my sweet, delicious, princess?” Loki asked with a smirk, obviously knowing the answer. But he always wanted my express consent, ever since the first time.

“Yes, Loki. Please, take me,” I half asked and half begged, surrounding him with my arms in a tight embrace. Loki grunted a little in pleasure at my plea.

“As you wish, princess,” he whispered in my ear.

In one swift movement, he thrust inside me, filling me with his big, hard, throbbing member completely. I let out a gasp followed by a moan as soon as I felt him. I moved my legs up, crossing my ankles behind his back as Loki grabbed both my thighs to help me keep my legs up. He looked straight into my eyes as he pulled himself out of me and then thrust inside with full force again. As I had my legs up, he could go deeper inside me, hitting my sweet spot with each thrust. I moaned his name as he sped up, forcing my eyes to stay open and look into his green ones, now darkened with desired as he looked back at me. His thrust became faster and wilder as the moments passed by, our chambers filled with sex smell and the lewd sound of skin meeting skin.

Loki collapsed on top of me as we both reached our climaxes together. I hung to his back as if my life depended on it as I finally allowed my eyes to close. I nuzzled my nose into his neck, basking in his beautiful scent. How this wonderful being had chosen me out of all the options he had was beyond my understanding.

“You are the most precious, divine and beautiful creature in all the realms, princess. Never doubt it again.” Loki whispered, his voice, usually controlled, was no hoarse because of our lovemaking.And after hearing those words, my heart melted. Again.

[thenatallie]

This story is about Feyd and Margot go wild. Explicit smut, Nsfw, 18+. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy

Control

Feyd: What's in a box? Margot: Pain. Feyd: Face puzzled, mysterious smile on his pouty and perfectly shaped lips. He puts his hand in the box. Margot: Do not quit no matter what happens until i say so, it's very dangerous if you quit, my Lord...

Feyd could feel enormous pain while in his mind his hand burns to the bones. When pain became unbearable even to him, he started to laugh maniacally, showing shine of his black teeth, veins on his forhead enlarged. Margot: Enough. Now pull your hand out and look at it. He looks and his hand is perfectly normal, no pain and burns at all. "I assume I have passed your test", he said. Still kneeling, he wanted to get back where they were before, so he brings his lips even closer to hers. His eyes quickly shift from her lips to her eyes, gaze so full of pure desire. With a husky voice he asked: "So... You are here to honor my coming of age?" - "Yes, my Lord" she replied shyly, becoming aware that she suddendly blushed and tried to hide her eyes from him. Feyd: Than I want my birthday present. He breeds heavily, his warm breath on her lips. Margot's heart pounding harder and harder. She could expected this scenario, among some others. However, she could not forsee her reactions to that psychotic beast... There is a burning sensation in her lower stomach that aches for that kiss od his... "Just for my curiosity", she lies to herself. Feyd had never been with such a powerfull and misterious woman before, which added to his excitement. His lower member already ready for the battle, wanting to get out of the robes... Margot acts naively: "And what do you want for your birthday present? Tell me..." He replied with an ever lustful voice: "You... are special... You deserve a special treatment. And no more Bene Gesserit tricks from now on", he warned. Then he finally traces her lips with his own. They both breathing heavily into each other. He feels mesmerized, she pants and parts her lips. Satisfyed with her response, Feyd's kiss becomes feral. He bites her lower lip almost drawing blood. A sharp gasp leaves her mouth. She looks at him with desire, but being puzzled by his unpredictable behavior. His piercing gaze never left her eyes, while he deliberately slowly rises and starts to unbutton his robes. It lasts for eternity. She exhales in awe when finally sees his sculpture-like, poweful body... And his thick shaft! She was already wet for him, a natural response, she's trying to calm her conciousness, when he says: "Be still" and draws his knife, cutting and pulling down her beautiful dress and headscarf, leaving her half naked, so exposed to him. Feyd, licking his lips, pushes two fingers inside her aching core and she involuntarily arches her lower body part nearer to him, moaning loudly. In a matter of seconds, she finds herself pinned to the bed by Feyd's heavy body. He wildly kisses her again, wanting to savour her delicious taste and warmth, deepening the kiss as much as possible, harshly grabbing her hips, bare breasts, neck... Then slowly licks her hard nipples, going on to her whole sweaty and swollen breasts, up from cleavage to the neck. He stopped when his, now reddish lips, touched her already oversensitive ear, so she could feel uncontrolable desire of both of them. Harsh but soft voice that made her tremble: "Look at me when I fuck you." And there he is. With one swift motion, he is fully inside her. She gasps from pain at first, his huge, thick shaft stretching walls of her tight pussy. He looks fiercely, grins and licks his lips, eyes heavy and pupils so enlarged. She could feel the pain turns to a pleasure, very fast. Feyd Rautha's cock is inside her?? That disbilief strucks her like a lightning of pleasure, so she could feel her orgasm nearing. Feyd feels that... Her clenching around his cock, as he pumps harder in and out. Her legs are around him to try to dumpen that hard fucking. He feels he is about to cum together with her. He feels connected to her. Abruptly, he gives her a couple of hard deep thursts, his voice harsh of desire: "Margot, you are not using any witchery on me now?" - "I wouldn't dare, My Lord" - "Gooood... I like you so tamed...", his voice softens as he puts her one leg to his shoulder to intensify the feel even more.

The atmosphere in the room is absolutely magical. Seems like the time is slowed down. Sweet and thick air surrounds their wet bodies. The room echoes from loud lustful moans and sexiest growling ever, his lower body clashes onto her juicy buttocks... Her body movements are now completely out of control. She rubbs her clit on him wildly, eyes blackened and full of tears, barely can maintain eye contact with him. As her climax approaches again, he stops. Then again, he thursts into her core deeply. With each thurst, he whispers: "Say... my name" - "Feyd Rautha..." His eyes widen, a victorious smile on his full lips. "You like it when I fuck you", he stated nonchalantly. "What is on your mind, doll? Tell me." She manages to speak through moans: "Please Feyd Rautha, please don't stop!" Finally! She admits to herself that she just adores him like this, like uncontrolable horny beast with some gentle moments and lustful face expressions. Feyd, unable to control himself anymore, start to fuck her brutally hard. Her arms caress his stone-like muscles, then squeeze her breasts, fingers run through her hair. Her aching core and inner part of thighs start to burn. Feyd lets her cum. Her orgasm was strongest ever, she moans loudly and iregularly, almost like a wild animal. Feyd clenches his jaws and stares to Margot's face insanely. With one final thurst, his pulsating shaft sprouts it's ever so warm seed inside her dipping wet pussy. His dick still big inside her, he collapses on top of her, not yet pulling out. "You are mine now, Margot. You are my lover from now on, and shall have no other lovers. Visit me at least once a week", he ordered, breathing heavily. "Yes, Feyd Rautha...", she spoke before even thinking. Than she closes her eyes, saying in her mind "This will be challenging, but I need him to be controlled like this... And damn, I love it!" Feyd has just realized he was already totally into her. He lazily turns to her side, his possessive hand wraps around her soft waist. He just had the most strong woman he met under his control and she was more than willing... Still feeling sweetness and excitement of their hot encounter, Feyd takes Margot's lips into his own once more. "Rest now, my lover". Her wandering thoughts alowly fade, weaker than heaviness of her eyelids, and she falls asleep in his embrace.

[bleach-your-panties]

💔the financial abuser - kingpin!touya todoroki  x black! wife!reader

warnings: modern au/no quirks, drug family business, mention of past child abuse (y'all know the story), family illness (not touya or y/n), oral (m! receiving), car sex, pre-marital sex, dacryphilia, degradation, breeding kink, size kink, pregnancy, coercion, controlling/obsessive behavior, stalking, angry outbursts, choking (not in a sexual context), drug use, gaslighting, manipulation, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, mental illness, serious injury/hospitalization. read at your own risk!

☠️: some dialogue/actions inspired by true events.

💔: banner images from pinterest

💔: banner made by me with canva

💔post themes: ain't about the money  - t.i. ft. young thug

                           soldier - destiny's child

                       throat baby (remix) - 

 brs kash ft. city girls

                           baby by me - 50 cent ft. neyo

                           whatever you like - t.i.

                           what you know - t.i.

                             superman - eminem

                           papers - usher

                    roses - outkast

                           gold digger - kanye west

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💔read in dark mode for best experience!

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—-

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If you ain’t no punk, holler,

“We want prenup!”

“We want prenup!”

Yeah, that’s something that you need to have

‘Cause when she leave yo ass

She gone leave with half

___

You met your husband, Touya, at a hair salon in your neighborhood. 

In the "hood", so to speak. You grew up in an impoverished neighborhood in one of the roughest cities to live in in the nation, with an 80% black population and a violent crime rate 95% higher than the national average.

Although it was dangerous as hell, the living conditions were less than desirable, and you were constantly surrounded by sketchy people, this was your home.

You'd grown up in this city and attended school here from elementary through university. Now at age 26, you're a successful chemical engineer, working as a consultant for the city's power plant. 

Your parents are both deceased unfortunately; your father died in your childhood and your mother passed away after a long battle with breast cancer just after your senior year of university, so as far as family went, you only had your dear aunt, who was getting up in age.

She's your father's sister, having supported you throughout most of your academic life by helping you get back and forth to campus, attending all necessary parental conferences when your mother was too sick to, and finally, attending all of your graduation ceremonies. You are extremely thankful for her.

Present day, all you do is work, pretty much. 

With your work, you usually have to keep your hair pulled back in a tight bun and covered with a protective hair cap. It was always a relief to be able to get your hair done and have your stylist rub her long, acrylic nails against your scalp while she lathered your natural tresses with sweet-smelling shampoo.

The soft ding of the bell hanging over the door alerted you to a newcomer's presence while you sat underneath the dryer reading one of the old Jet magazines that every salon always seemed to keep on hand. 

"Good afternoon, ladies."

You looked up from your magazine and your dark brown eyes fell upon the most handsome man you had ever seen. 

Tall, muscular frame, skin the color of freshly churned milk and hulking arms a collage of black ink. He was no shorter than 6'5'' at the least. You could tell by the way that he had to duck under the door frame to come inside the shop. 

"Heyyy, Touya~" Your eyes moved around, pupils enlarging as you realized that every other woman in the shop had stopped whatever they were doing to greet this man.

Just who is this guy?

He walked further inside the small salon, his small, narrowed, turquoise eyes roaming over each and every feminine face before stopping at yours.

Oh no, he's walking over here!

Your face began to heat up; you hated being put on the spot and this man was just too gorgeous, you might faint! 

He smirked at you and dug his big hands into the pockets of his black joggers.

"What's up, pretty? I think I would remember seeing a face as gorgeous as yours around here. What's your name?" 

Your stylist came over then, smacking her lips at Touya and motioning for you to come over to her chair.

"Leave her alone, Touya. She wants nothing to do with the likes of you. She's a good girl, she's not interested in thugs."

That made your blush worsen and you lowered your head to the tiled floor, hoping that he'd just move on and bother one of the other women.

Touya laughed loudly. He brought his arms up to rest behind his hair, which you now noticed to be a brilliant white, just like freshly fallen snow. 

His big biceps bulged and you could see that they were also covered in tattoos. He even had them all along his neck, trailing upwards to just under his chiseled jawline and then downwards, disappearing into his white V-neck.

"How do you know what she likes, Tisha? And I'm not a thug, I'm a well-respected businessman, I'll have you know."

The entire shop cracked up at that, making your anxiety lessen just as you looked up to further examine this man.

Unfortunately, he caught you looking and bit his lip at you. Usually, the gesture would've made you cringe, but it was different when he did it. It was sexy. 

His lips were a little plump and when he bit them, you could see two glints of silver: a tongue stud and a lip stud.

"Y/n is my name." You said simply. 

He smiled this time and squatted down so you didn't have to crane your neck to look at his face.

"Y/n, huh? Pretty name for a pretty girl."

You almost wanted to roll your eyes, but instead, you smiled.

"Thank you….Touya…"

He nodded slightly. More glints of silver when he made the gesture; he also had his right eyebrow pierced, three stud piercings in his nostril, and multiple silver hoops in each ear.

“God had no business making this man this damn fine.”

A deep chuckle broke you out of your thought process.

"Well, I appreciate that, beautiful. Tisha, don't charge her anything for her hair. I'll pay for it."

Aw, shit, did I say that out loud?! Nice going, Y/n!

"What? No! You don't have to do that, I can pay for myself!" You huffed. You knew this game all too well.

If he paid for your hair, he'd feel like you owed him something. Not a chance.

"Oh, girl hush and let that man pay for you. Keep that $750 in your pocket, shit." Tisha chuckled as she began to install your wig.

Touya handed her the money out of his wallet while grinning. He held his hands up, palms facing you in a gesture of surrender.

“I promise I don’t want anything in return, but maybe you wouldn’t mind grabbing breakfast with me one day? I know this great spot right down the street from the salon.”

You scoffed, now finally rolling your eyes at him.

“That’s still wanting something, pretty boy, even if it’s only a meal.”

Touya shrugged. “So that’s a no, then? Too bad. I won’t keep bothering you, though. See ya around, pretty girl.” He teased with a smug look on his face before turning and walking back out the door of the salon.

A few hours later, Tisha was done with your hair. She handed you a mirror so you could look at yourself.

“Thanks, Tish, it looks amazing!” You dug in your purse for your wallet so you could give her a tip, but she stopped you.

“Girl, what are you doing? Touya already paid me.” Eyebrows scrunched, you pushed the $20 bill into her hand anyway and got up out of the chair before she could protest.

“Just take it. Maybe next time I come I can get a discount on my lash installment.” 

“Girl, you crazy! Get on out of here!” 

You left the shop smiling to yourself. The bell tinkled over your head as you walked out into the bright sunlight. 

Your smile immediately dropped when you walked over to your car and noticed that you had a flat tire.

“Oh no, what the hell?! When did that get there? Aw, man…” 

The offending item that had punctured your tire was a long, rusty nail sticking out the side of it. 

“Dammit, now I’m going to have to call a tow truck.” You sighed and pulled your iPhone out of your purse.

“Need some help, pretty?”

It was Touya - he’s still been here all this time?

He casually leaned up against a smoke-gray Range Rover with black rims. The brake calipers had been spray-painted a deep purple.

“Oh, Touya. There’s a nail in my tire, but it’s fine, I can just call-”

“I can wait with you for the tow truck and then take you home.” He offered. Getting up off the truck, he stalked his way over, taking long strides. In a second, he was standing right next to you, so close that you could smell his expensive cologne.

You didn’t know how to react, just kind of looking up at him with a stuck expression on your face. 

“Uh, you really don’t have to…I could just call someone..”

“Why do that when I’m standing right here?”

A perfectly arched eyebrow raised. “Because I don’t know you? You could be a serial killer.” 

You know now that he’s most likely a drug dealer, like that was any better…but yeah.

Touya just laughed at you and shook his head. 

“Not gonna make it easy for me, huh? I like that. Keep it up, baby doll. I’ll get you sooner or later.” He walked back over to his truck and opened the driver-side door.

“At least come sit and chat with me until the tow truck comes?” You couldn’t continue to resist him, no matter how much you wanted to. Especially when he looked at you with those turquoise eyes.

—-

And that’s how your whirlwind romance began.

—-

Now I ain’t saying she a gold digger

But she ain’t messing with no broke niggas

Now I ain’t saying she a gold digger

But she ain’t messing with no broke niggas

Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon

With a baby Louis Vuitton under her arm 

She said, “I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm

Far as girls you got a flock

I can tell by your charm and your arm”

But I’m lookin’ for the one, have you seen her?

—-

After that day, you and Touya began somewhat of a friendship.

Whenever you came to get your hair done, he’d somehow always be there and he’d always pay for your hair, nails, and lashes. Turns out that he owned the beauty salon, the diner that he offered to take you out to, and pretty much everything else on that strip.

One day after you got off of work, you were surprised to see his truck out in the parking lot.

He was waiting for you.

“Touya! Funny meeting you here, what’s up?” You put your hands on your hips.

“I want to take you on a date tonight.” 

Your eyes bulged slightly, probably making you look like a fool, but Touya didn’t waver in his proposition. 

"What do you say, pretty? Go out with me?" 

You began weighing all the positives and negatives of going on a date with him. He could have a gaggle of jealous exes just waiting to catch him with another woman and raise hell, or one of his opps that was waiting to catch him slipping so they could blow his head off.

Tough decision, but eventually you folded and agreed.

—-

After your first date, you saw Touya more and more, seemingly everywhere you went.

The grocery store, the mall, restaurants. You even saw him across the street from your dentist's office one day while leaving an appointment.

Despite all of these seemingly random pop-ups, you found yourself undeniably attracted to Touya, which may have clouded your judgment just a tad.

So over the next several weeks, Touya would continue to show up at your job and surprise you with flowers, food from his diner, and lavish gifts.

This is how you would end up kneeling underneath the dashboard in Touya's Range in the parking lot of the industrial plant, hours after your shift had ended.

His black sweatpants were pulled down his thick, muscled thighs and pooled around his ankles while you struggled to take his huge cock into your mouth.

He regarded you with those cool, turquoise eyes, one large hand planted firmly on the top of your head as he guided you up and down on his hard shaft.

"Just like that, pretty. Such a perfect, slutty mouth. Yeah, you like being slutted out outside of your job? Not the perfect, innocent little scholar right now, are you?" 

You hummed around his dick, saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth while you breathed steadily through your nose. 

Touya's degradation never failed to turn you on, but sometimes you felt like he was just being mean intentionally.

His hands pressed down on your head harder, forcing you to take him further down your aching throat. Once he started, Touya wouldn't let up until he fucked your throat raw and tears streamed down your beautiful face, ruining your expensive makeup.  

He loved to see you cry.

"There you go, baby. That's my good girl. Take my cock like only you can." 

You moaned around him as best you could, but your jaw was aching and you felt like you'd pass out from lack of oxygen any moment now.

Suddenly, you were being pulled off of him by the roots of your hair. Touya dragged you over the center console into the backseat with you sputtering and trying to catch your breath.

"Down." He ordered and you immediately obeyed, getting on your hands and knees.

He clambered over you clumsily, his height preventing him from being able to get into the exact position that he wanted, but this would have to do.

"Arch." 

Tattooed hands came down to hold your lower hips as soon as you arched your back.

You were already wet from sucking him off, but due to the sheer size of Touya's dick, it wouldn't be enough.

Hiking one foot up, he removed one hand to guide his dick into your hole. You immediately felt the burn. 

"TOUYA! It's too much…" You moaned with your head turned slightly to the side to look over your shoulder at him.

"Not too much, baby. Never too much for you, my sweet girl. Take me, baby. Take my big fucking dick in your tiny little hole. I know you can do it."

Your freshly done acrylics scraped against the car door while Touya grabbed your expensive bundles up in one hand and forced your head completely flat on the floor with the other.

His pace was hard and rough, but he knew you were loving everything that he was giving you judging by your moans.

"Shit, pussy's so good baby, sucking me in so nice…fuuuccck!"

Of all of the women that he's fucked, you were the only one that had been able to take all of him without passing out.

It was a shock to you as well, how you hadn't passed out already from Touya's deep stroking. No doubt his fat tip was hitting your cervix; you could feel him in your damn stomach.

"Touya, I'm going to cum!" Your words were muffled, but he could just make out what you were trying to say and feel you clenching around him.

His eyes watched your ass move in waves as he pounded into you with everything he had, no doubt making the entire car shake from the sheer force of his thrusts.

“Come on, cum on this dick, baby. Make a mess on me, baby doll,” He cooed softly, leaning over you to press you against the floor as he rolled his hips into you.

"TOUYA!"

"Yes, scream my name, girl! SHIT!"

—-

The next thing you knew, you were waking up in the front of a large mansion with a high, wrought-iron gate around it. It was surrounded by acres of land, all to itself off in the countryside. A soft, fleece blanket covered your naked body.

"Where are we? Is this your house?"

"Fucked you so good you lost your memory, baby, but yes, this is my house." 

"Why'd you bring me here?" 

"Why wouldn't I? Why, you'd rather me fuck your brains out and just leave you passed out, only to wake up alone in a fucking parking lot in the dark? Come on, Y/n." You could see him roll his eyes through the rearview mirror.

Remaining silent, you just hugged the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

"So where do we go from here, Touya? What's next for us?" 

He hit a button and the doors unlocked. Touya came around to open your door and then scooped you up into his strong arms, holding you close to his chest.

"I brought you here in hopes that you'd agree to be my girlfriend."

"What if I say no?"

"Then I have to kill you."

"WHAT!?"

"I'm just playing, girl. Damn. So will you? Will you be my baby?"

—-

Touya and you began dating that night, and not even six months later, he asked you to marry him.

And you said yes.

Now, you believed that you were in love with Touya. He treated you like a princess and showered you with expensive gifts: jewelry, cars, designer clothes, shoes, and bags. Whatever your heart desired. Not to mention he was sweet, attentive, caring, loving, and amazing in bed.

Little did you know that Touya had another side to him.

—-

Stacks on deck, patron on ice

And we could pop bottles all night, and, 

Baby, you could have whatever you like

I said you could have whatever you like, yeah

Late-night sex, so wet, it's so tight

I gas up the jet for you tonight 

And baby you can go wherever you like

I said you can go wherever you like, yeah

—-

While you were planning your wedding, many of your friends and family members came to you with concerns about your fiance. Including your beloved aunt.

“That boy is no good, Y/n. I’m telling you. Just look into those cold, soulless eyes of his. That boy is not right in the head.” She would rant as you sat on her living room couch with wedding books opened up all around you. 

"Please, Auntie. Touya is a good guy. Sure, he's in the streets, but he'd never hurt me." 

"You don't sound too sure of yourself." 

Rolling your eyes, you had heard enough of the negativity. 

Gathering up the books and magazines, you threw them into your new Louis Vuitton tote bag and pulled it onto your shoulder. 

"I have to go, Auntie, or I'll be late for my dress fitting. I love you." You leaned down to give her a hug and kiss on the jaw. 

"I love you, too, baby. Just please think about what I've been saying before you rush into this marriage, alright?" 

"Alright, I hear you. I'm gone."

You stepped out of her house and closed the screen door behind you. Your black BMW M3 with the custom purple wheels sat pretty in the driveway. Touya had it custom-painted for you, said that everyone needs to know that you're his woman.

As you were backing out of the driveway, you heard your phone vibrating in your bag. 

🖤🫶🏾Husband💜 would like to FaceTime…

You declined the request and hooked your phone up to the car mount, immediately calling him back on the phone.

"What the fuck, Y/n? Why are you declining my calls? Where the hell are you at? I've been calling you all damn day!" He barked through the receiver, making you cringe.

"I-I just got in the car, I'm leaving Auntie's house, on the way home now…" 

You could almost hear him rolling his eyes on the other end.

"Yeah, and what did she want now? Still bitching about you marrying me?" He scoffed.

"Touya, stop that. She's only concerned about me, that's all."

"Yeah, whatever you say, Y/n. I know that your whole fucking family despises me, not that I give a fuck, though. I'm marrying you, not any of them."                

"That's true, Touya, but it would be better if you at least tried to get along with them."

"Well, maybe they should stop judging a book by its cover and try to get along with me since I'm about to be your husband."

"I don't think that's how it works, but okay, Touya. I'll be pulling up in a little bit."

"Are you trying to rush me off the phone? I called because I want to see you before I leave tonight. Gotta fly to Tijuana for business."

Of course, 'for business' meant, to pick up a "shipment".

—-

Ayy, don't you know I got kis by the three

When I chirp, shawty chirp back

Louie knapsack where I'm holding all the work at

What you know about that? 

What you know about that? 

What you know about that? 

I know all about that

—-

"And by 'see me', you mean get your dick wet. I have wedding stuff to do, baby. I have to fly to Paris to pick up my dress and how am I supposed to do that if you're taking the jet?" You complained. 

"Just send your assistant to get it. I need you here to take care of me, baby doll, just like how I take care of you. Come on, now."

You wanted to retort that you needed to be there to try it on, but there was no arguing with Touya, especially when he wanted sex.

"Okay, I'm almost there. Tell the guards to open the gate."

—-

"Ohh shit, Touya, baby, give me that dick~"

"Yeah baby, you like that?" 

And that's how the two of you went along for the rest of the night, Touya putting you in all different types of positions, beating your shit in.

He was always rough, pulling your hair and smacking your ass until it was raw and red.

He made sure to leave marks all over your neck and titties as well, marring your brown skin so that whenever any man looked at you, they'd KNOW that you were getting dicked down by a real motherfucking king.

"God Y/n, how do you keep this shit so tight? I'm gonna bust my load in you, fuck around, and get you pregnant tonight, girl."

"Mmm, if we don't stop now you're going to miss your flight."

"Fuck it," He chuckled, "I'll call Shoto to handle it." 

Shoto, his younger brother who'd just finished college a semester ago. Touya had taken him underneath his wing to train him to be next in line for the family business.

His other siblings, Natsuo and Fuyumi, wanted nothing to do with this life and just worked everyday blue-collar jobs.

"Here, get on top of me. Ride this dick while I make the call."

You sighed but complied nonetheless and crawled up onto his lap as he reclined against the head of your shared California king bed.

"Hello?" You heard Shoto's bland, emotionless voice come over the receiver.

"Hey Sho, I need you to go handle that for me. Jet's already loaded and ready to go."

"What? Why can't you do it?" 

"Because I told you to do it and I'm the boss."

"Yeah whatever, you're probably too busy fucking. Hey Y/n." He snickered, causing your cheeks to heat up. He knew his older brother too well.

Touya hung up on him and tossed the phone to the side, grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto his thick cock.

"You gonna let me get you pregnant, huh, baby? Gonna let me breed this little cunt, stuff you nice and full, and make you fat with my seed?" 

You weren't quite sure that you were ready to have a child, but you were starting to get up in age and you and Touya are getting married, so what's the harm? You nodded.

"Yes, Touya. I love you. Make me a mommy."

—-

Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire 

Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire

Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire

Be a millionaire, be a millionaire, b-be a millionaire  

I don't play no games (I don't play no games)

So when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang)

Come see what I mean (see what I mean)

See what I mean, see what I mean, oh

I said lil mama put me on (baby, put me on)

Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone)

Come see what I mean, see what I mean

See what I mean (see what I mean)

New music, new mood, new position 

New erotic sounds, it's going down, now listen

I can hear your heartbeat, you're sweating

I could paint a perfect picture 

I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'd get ya

I'd work that murk that, just the way you like it, baby

Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe

Yo, I need you to be what I need, more than liquor and weed

I need you to maybe give me a seed

I need you to give me reason to breathe

I need you

—-

Time Skip, Wedding Day

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" Fuyumi asked you while she was putting your veil in your hair.

You only giggled softly, rubbing a hand over your small baby bump.

"I think it's a little too late to back out now, Fuyumi." She shook her head, making her white and red curls bounce.

"It's never too late to change your mind. You're not his wife, yet. Y/n, I love my brother with all of my heart, but honestly, you deserve so much better than him."

It was hurtful to hear, but you weren't shocked by the young woman's words.

Natsuo and Fuyumi were like your family; they also didn't think that you should marry Touya.

"I'm pregnant with his child, Fuyu, and I don't want to be a single mother. I love Touya with all my heart as well, and whatever he went through in the past, we can get through it together. I'll be there for him, til death do us part."

Fuyumi just let out a long sigh and tried to put on a smile.

"I can't say I didn't try, but okay. If this is what will really make you happy. Just please take care of yourself and the baby, no matter what. Protect yourself."

She handed you your bouquet just as the wedding music began playing. 

"I'll see you at the altar."

She left, leaving you alone. You peeked out the door and saw the flower girls and ring bearers go down the aisle. 

Taking a deep breath, you exhaled and tightened your hands around your flowers.

"Hey, beautiful."

Your head whipped around so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash.

It was Touya, standing there in his all-white suit with a purple silk dress shirt opened up to show off his tattooed chest. 

"Touya!? What are you doing here, you're supposed to be at the altar!"

"Hmm, the wedding can't start without us, baby. I just wanted to give you something really quick."

He reached into the breast pocket of the suit jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and a pen.

You watched him carefully.

"What is this?"

"A prenup."

"A what? Touya, I'm not signing a prenup minutes before our wedding! Why are you just bringing this to me now?"

He furrowed his white eyebrows, not liking the tone you were taking with him.

"I'm sorry, but who do you think you're talking to, Y/n? You should know not to ever raise your voice at me. Not even my own mother yells at me, baby doll, and you're damn sure not about to start. Now sign the goddamn prenup or I'm calling all this shit off." 

No way! He wouldn't actually call the wedding off, would he? Not after all of your hard work, not after everything you'd been through in the past couple of months.

Your dear aunt had been diagnosed with coronary artery disease a few months ago and hadn't been doing too well. She'd been in and out of the hospital frequently and even had to leave her job because of it.

You begged Touya to hire an in-home nurse to care for her and, after much disagreement, he finally let you.

Why would he do this to you now? Moments before your special day? 

With your lower lip wobbling and tears beginning to spill out of your eyes, you took the paper with a shaky hand and signed your signature on the line, initialing where it directed you to.

Touya chuckled darkly once you were done and took it back from you, stuffing it into his pocket.

Why would he make you sign a prenup? You didn't know much about this type of stuff, but usually, prenups weren't good.

However, you couldn't fathom losing Touya or your fairytale life. You were finally getting everything that you ever wanted.

A family.

"Hey, don't cry, baby doll. You know I'll always take care of you, right?"

He moved in to kiss you, his hand covering your bump and rubbing it softly. With his pinky, he swiped the tears from under your eyes, careful not to smudge your face makeup.

You nodded slowly and he smiled at you. 

"I love you, Y/n." 

With that, he left the room.

—

Five Years Later 

Being married to Touya was not at all how you expected it to be.

After quitting your job and becoming a full-time housewife, your life seemed to go into a downward spiral.

While you were dating, you’d found out that Touya and his siblings had grown up in an abusive household where his father beat him, his siblings, and their mother. His mother had had a hard time coping with what she'd been through, so the four siblings had agreed to have her committed to a mental health care facility.

During their childhood, in a fit of psychosis, their mother threw a pot of boiling water on Shoto, disfiguring the left side of his face. An ugly, red-marred patch of skin now covered the once-perfect porcelain. 

After that incident, Touya left home and never looked back. 

He talked very little about his father, so what you did know, you had to find out from Fuyumi, who still maintained limited contact with their father. Neither Natsuo nor Shoto talked about the man. 

Many times, you had tried to persuade Touya to get therapy in order to deal with his past traumas, but he never listened. If anything, he would become completely enraged whenever you would broach the subject.

It also didn't help that Touya was now even more deeply involved in the drug lifestyle. 

At first, it didn't bother you as much as it should have, but as time went on things just got worse and worse.

Your son, Takuya, was now five years old and you really didn't want him exposed to the people and dealings that Touya was involved in.

Takuya would ask you many questions:

Mommy, why is Daddy never home?

Who are these strange people in our house?

Why can't my friends come over to spend the night?

Why does Daddy have flour underneath his nose?

Yes.

Touya had been abusing cocaine ever since your third year of marriage.

He said that it helped ease his mind. Made him forget the past. 

A knock came on his office door, causing the turquoise-eyed man to look up at it.

"What, Y/n?" He asked in irritation once he looked up and saw you standing there, just staring at him.

"Are you seriously getting high in the middle of the day?"

Spread out over his desktop were multiple, identical lines of freshly chopped cocaine. With a rolled-up hundred-dollar bill, Touya closed off one of his nostrils while he used the bill to snort the white powder into the other.

He did it effortlessly, almost elegantly. 

"Touya, really? What if Takuya ever walked in and saw you doing this shit? You know he's getting older now, and he's started asking me questions about your…habit."

Touya didn’t seem deterred; better yet, he most likely hadn’t heard a word that you’d said as he focused on the feeling of the drug entering his system.

“Did you fucking need something, Y/n? If not, then kindly get the fuck out. I’m busy.”

You gave him an incredulous look but bit your tongue and nodded.

“I need you to sign the check for Takuya’s school tuition so I can mail it off today.”

Touya sucked his teeth and sniffled. With the back of his tattooed hand, he wiped his nose roughly.

“Of course, that’s what you always need. Money. “

With a soft sigh, you prepared yourself for one of his rants. On top of abusing drugs, Touya had been diagnosed with, post-traumatic stress disorder, dissociative identity disorder, and bipolar disorder. 

You’d seen him dissociate firsthand, especially when he was high. You figured that the alternate personality that he’d created stemmed from his traumatic childhood. This persona’s name was Dabi, and Dabi was not nice by any means. He was awful, much worse than normal, agitated Touya.

If it wasn’t for you insisting on having genetic testing done while you were pregnant, you’d have never found out what mental ailments your husband had been suffering from. 

“Well…if you hadn’t taken my name off of all the accounts, I could have done it myself and not have to disturb you while you’re taking care of business.” You finally snipped. You’d had enough of Touya’s drug abuse, verbal abuse, and emotional abuse.

You had gotten sick of him always taunting you, downplaying you, and making you feel as if you were less of a person because you had left your job, your family, and everything that you knew, in order to cling to him and become his wife.

He made you feel low, lower than the earth beneath your feet, and you had had enough of him.

To pour even more salt into your stinking, infected wounds, Touya treated you like a child. 

You had an allowance, you had to call and check in with him anytime you left the house, and he didn’t let you go anywhere without him or one of his guards. 

It hadn’t always been like this. No, this behavior only began once you attempted to leave him the first time.

You’d tried to leave Touya many times over the past five years, but your efforts were always in vain. No matter what you did or where you tried to go, he would always find you and bring you back, literally kicking and screaming. After a while, you just decided to give up, telling yourself that you’d never be able to get away from him.

—-

Mmmm

You high, baby? (Yeah)

Yeah? (Hahaha, talk to me)

You want me to tell you something? (Uh huh)

I know what you want to hear 

—-

The veins in his neck bulged and he turned on you, turquoise eyes flashing with lightning.

“Did you just talk back to me?”

The blood froze in your veins as Touya stood up, calmly pushing his desk chair back. The wheels screeched eerily across the wooden floor. Touya stomped towards you like a panther, waiting to attack and kill its prey.

“T-Touya- I…”

One hand was all it took to constrict your breathing. Touya held you up like a doll, the muscles in his arm barely flexing as he slammed you against the wooden double doors of the office entrance, making them rattle violently. Your little legs thrashed as you moved your body, attempting to get Touya off of you, to no avail.

“Bitch, how dare you disrespect me, after all I’ve done for you. I took you out of that shitty neighborhood you were living in, took care of you and that fucking brat, took care of your whole fucking family despite them cursing the very ground that I walk on. This is how you repay me? Flapping your fucking lips at me? HUH?!?!”

He yelled directly in your face, making you squint your eyes as spit flew from his lips. His face was so close to yours that you could see up his nostrils, see the white residue from the hit he’d just taken.

If he didn’t let you down soon, you’d pass out. Touya soon realized this, and he let you go, let your body drop to the ground with a ‘thud’ while he stepped back and regarded you without a smidgen of concern.

Your hands flew to your throat as you coughed violently. Your chest burned as you tried to regain the precious oxygen that your lungs had been deprived of for far too long.

—-

You know you want me, baby

You know I want you, too

They call me Superman

I'm here to rescue you 

I wanna save you, girl

Come be in Shady's world

(Ooo, boy, you drive me crazy)

Bitch, you make me hurl

—-

"You act like…," you wheezed, then halted to take in a few more deep breaths, "you act like I wasn't somebody before I met you. Like I wasn't on my own, living independently and happily before you came along and messed it all up!"

He must have found your lamentation amusing, because he chuckled, deep in his chest.

"Oh Y/n…when have you ever been independent? Your whole life you've always depended on someone. Your aunt, your family, your friends, and then me. You think you're so special, because what, you went to school and got a degree?"

Said degree was displayed on the back wall of his office. He'd let you hang it there after buying an expensive, mahogany wooden frame lined in real 24k gold for it. A gift for your first year wedding anniversary.

Now the object seemed to offend Touya. He made a beeline for it and snatched it off the back wall before sending it hurling across the room, narrowly missing you before it went crashing against the wall next to the door and shattering.

You whimpered in fear as he began walking back over to you. 

Kneeling down so that he was eye-level with you, much like he'd done at your first meeting in the salon, he glared at you with eyes colder than Antarctica. 

"How's that degree working for you now, Y/n? You're nothing more than a stupid slut willing to open her legs for the first man that showed her any shred of attention. You're pathetic, and I can't stand the fucking sight of you." He said lowly, the baritone of his voice rumbling in your ears.

You buried your head in your hands, the tears flowing freely down your firearms as you tried to shield yourself from him, from his rage. His hatred.

It wasn't like Touya had never yelled at you before or threw fits when he was high, but this was the first time in five years that he'd ever put his hands on you.

And it would be the last. 

"That's it, Touya! I've had enough! You're impossible and I'm finished dealing with you and your issues. I'm leaving for good this time."

Touya laughed at you again. He just kept laughing for a long time.

"That's really funny. Have fun trying to leave me with no money and nowhere to go. You'll be back. You always come back, Y/n, because you can't survive without me."

Your tear-soaked face curled up in disgust; you couldn't believe what this man was saying to you right now.

"Since you're so adamant on leaving though, you can go ahead and get the fuck out." 

"Pardon?" 

He stood to full height again.

"Did I stutter? Get the fuck out of my house, right now, Y/n." 

"No! We're married, which makes this my house, too! You can't just put me out!"

He must have thought that you still weren't getting enough oxygen to your brain, because Touya grabbed you by the arms and hoisted you up.

You kicked, screamed, and clawed at him all the way, almost causing him to drop you a few times, but finally he made it to the large ornate doors leading to the outside of the estate.

"NO! TOUYA, NO! NO!" 

—-

They call me Superman

Leap tall hoes in a single bound

I'm single now

Got no ring on this finger now

I'll never let another chick bring me down

In a relationship? Save it, bitch

Babysit? You make me sick

Superman ain't saving shit 

Girl, you can jump on Shady's dick

—-

Thank goodness Takuya was at school and not here to witness the scene of his father throwing his mother out of her own house.

"I hate you, Touya! You hear me?! I HATE YOU! You won't get away with this!" 

Was the last thing the snow-haired man heard before he slammed the door in your face. You heard all of the locks and the deadbolt click.

With fury, you kicked at the closed door with all your might.

You were kicked out now, with nothing. Not your purse, wallet, clothes, phone, or anything. Only your Apple watch on your wrist, which you guessed might be a bit of help.

Looking down at it, you noticed that it was charged to 75%, which was good. You'd have time to get to a charger. 

With an indignant huff, you rushed down the many stairs leading from the house and into the driveway where your car was parked.

It would be a dumb idea to get in and try to drive it, because Touya more likely than not had a tracker installed into it. However, you had an idea.

—-

Don't put out, I'll put you out 

Won't get out, I'll push you out

Puss blew out, popping shit

Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out

—-

See, though you had been quite gullible the past five years, believing that your sham of a marriage was pure and true, and that your bastard of a husband was your Prince Charming, you were still a college-educated woman and had plenty of good sense to use.

When Touya started getting high every other day, you began stealing his money and putting it away when he wasn't looking.

Small amounts here and there that you passed off with simple excuses that Touya found to be believable. No way his dumb little housewife would ever think to steal from him.

How wrong he was.

You had accumulated a good amount over the last three years, but when you first tried to leave Touya, he became suspicious of you, thus limiting your access to the money by taking your name off the accounts and giving you a weekly allowance. 

How stupid of him.

You took a portion of that money and stored it away every month, in case you ever needed it. In case you finally got the courage to leave Touya and never look back.

The day had finally come.

Pulling up to your sister-in-law's house, you waited for her to come to the door. Looking down at your Gucci slides, you felt embarrassed about the situation that had just occurred. 

"Y/n! What are you doing here? What's happened?" 

With the look on your face, she immediately knew that something terrible had happened and that her elder brother was more than likely the cause of it. 

She moved aside so you could come inside. You sat on her couch and put your hands in your lap.

After swallowing down the lump in your throat, you began to speak.

"Touya…he, um, he locked me out of the house."

"HE WHAT?!"

You had to cover your ears slightly from the sheer volume of her exasperated voice.

"Yeah. We got into an argument and he tossed me out onto my ass like Jazz from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air."

Fuyumi didn't laugh at your joke; instead, she gave you a look of sympathy. 

"Y/n…I'm sorry you had to go through that…" Her voice began to crack and you gave her a questioning gaze.

"Was he…?" She couldn't even finish the question. 

You immediately understood and nodded.

"Yes. He was high." 

"And where was Takuya?"

"He's at school."

A sigh of relief from the white-haired woman. "Thank the heavens."

Fuyumi moved from her spot on the opposite couch to come over and give you a tight hug. You sank into her warm embrace and hugged her back, more tears bubbling up as feelings of shame, stupidity, and anger came to the surface. 

"It's okay, Y/n. It's all going to be okay. I feel like this is my fault. I should have tried harder to get you to leave Touya. I should have-"

You stopped her from talking by pulling away from the hug and giving her a small glare.

"Don't you dare try to blame yourself for his actions. He's a grown ass man, yet he acts like a child. Don't worry, Fuyumi. This time I'm done with him for good. It's time for me to move along in my life with my child and leave Touya's miserable ass behind. I tried everything to help him and all he did was treat me like shit for five years."

Fuyumi was a bit stunned to hear you speak with so much initiative, but she nodded, nonetheless.

"If you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to call me or Natsu. We want what's best for you and Takuya. Always." 

—-

After talking with Fuyumi for a little while longer, she ended up calling Natsuo over, who works as a mechanic.

With a little trial and error, he managed to remove the tracker from your car. Touya had hidden it meticulously, but he was no match for Natsuo's years of experience with machinery.

You finally bid your brother-in-law and sister-in-law goodbye so you could go and speak to your lawyer before picking up Takuya from school.

—-

I can't get to work on time

Can't believe the words to him I just said

Who the hell argue and fight 

Like dogs at six in the morning?

I know it's gonna be some more shit tonight (oooh) 

Our pastor's calling, telling me I done went too far, 

And I'm sitting round town and my friends can't recognize me

Cause I took a chance on love 

It's like, I'm dying (ooo dying)

For you, I gave my heart

And turned my back against the world

Because I was your girl, girl, girl

I done damn near lost my mama

I done been through so much drama

I done turned into the woman I never thought I'd be

I'm ready to sign them papers, papers 

—-

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Todoroki, but the prenup that you signed is very much valid. According to this, he really doesn't have to give you anything."

You blew out a frustrated breath. How could you have been such a fool? If Touya wanted to call the wedding off because you wouldn't sign, you should have just let him. 

It would have saved you a world of heartache and headache, that's for sure. 

"So, there's absolutely nothing that I can do?" You asked the well-dressed man in front of you. 

You fiddled with the rose gold, 5-carat diamond aquamarine pear-shaped ring set on your left ring finger. 

“What about our son? Did he say anything about providing for him?”

The brunette man pushed his glasses from the bridge of his nose up to his eyes. 

“Despite his trying to implement a clause in which he wouldn’t have to pay child support since the child was conceived outside of the marriage, as the child’s biological father he’s still legally responsible for providing for Takuya. Though he could contest his paternity and ask for a DNA test.” He set the paper on the desk and looked at you.

“That slimy bastard…he did everything in his power to make sure that I’d never try to leave him. He’s sick….”

“Again, I’m very sorry, Mrs. Todoroki. I wish that there was more that I could tell you.”

“I just can’t believe this…Touya had all of this planned from the very start. He came to me in a moment where he knew I couldn’t refuse him. He knew that I needed to lean on him at that time and he took advantage of me.”

“What do you mean by 'took advantage of you'?” The man in front of you sat up straighter in his chair, slightly leaning his body towards you.

“Well, I never expected that Touya would ask me to sign a prenup. He never made it a priority to discuss how we’d do finances; he just always said that he’d take care of me. Which is why it was such a shock that he made me sign the prenup minutes before I was about to walk down the aisle to marry him.”

“He asked you to sign a prenup minutes before your wedding? He coerced you and didn’t even give you time to seek your own legal consultation. I’m glad you told me this, Mrs. Todoroki; this changes everything.” 

Could this be it? Could this finally be your way out of this marriage?

“And that’s not all! I was pregnant with Takuya at the time and my hormones were all over the place. My aunt…she’d been very sick as well, and it was just an overall bad time for me. I w-wasn’t thinking straight…I-I just…I just wanted someone to be there for me. I didn’t want Touya to call off the wedding.” 

You cursed yourself for crying over this again, but speaking about it out in the open really made you realize how badly Touya had manipulated you. From the very beginning of the relationship he tried to break you down and make you weak for him, and you let him. Your lawyer handed you some tissue from the box on the desk.

No more weakness. No more vulnerability. It was time to be strong; you had a child to raise and he needed his mother.

It was time to fight for what was rightfully owed to both of you.

“Coercion and signature under duress; oh, he’s done for. I’ll make some calls to get this in front of the judge as soon as possible. Don’t worry, Mrs. Todoroki, I’ll handle everything from here.”

—-

You left the law office with a massive weight lifted off of your heart. 

Takuya's private school was only a few minutes away if you took the interstate, so, after picking him up, you'd probably just go back to Fuyumi's house for the night.

"God, I hate this bend in the road, it makes me feel like I'm going to fall off into a ditch." You grimaced while holding the steering wheel carefully.

When you were almost around the corner, a black SUV flew past you at top speed and caused your car to lose control and spin in circles several times before crashing into oncoming traffic. 

—-

You had to have blacked out from the impact - were you dead? 

No, your hearing was still intact. You could hear something in the distance: footsteps.

Your head was bent at an odd angle and you could feel the blood dripping down your forehead.

"Well, would you look at my little broken doll, all bent out of shape. It's a miracle you aren't dead, huh? That was a nasty accident you had."

With you not being able to turn your neck to the sound of his voice, Touya had to step into your line of sight. He looked down into your eyes, his own turquoise ones shining with mirth. They seemed darker, more sinister.

Then it dawned on you. 

This wasn't Touya.

It was Dabi.

"W-w-what's wrong…with you…? You're…. you're insane…"

That was the final thing you said before slipping into unconsciousness.

—-

Dabi just watched your unmoving form with an evil grin plastered across his face. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one.

With his free hand, he reached out to stroke your face while his eyes glowed.

"I know you want, me baby. I think I want you, too. I'm here to save you, girl. Come be in Shady's world.  I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl. You know you want me, baby. You know I want you, too. They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you."

With a flick of his wrist, he threw the cigarette down and the entire car caught on fire.

—-

You want what you can't have

Ooo, girl, that's too damn bad

Don't touch what you can't grab

End up with two back hands

Girl you just blew your chance 

Don't mean to ruin your plans

—-

 911, what's your emergency?

"Yes, my wife has been in a terrible car accident! Her car caught on fire and she was trapped inside. I-I pulled her out, but she's unconscious and I think her neck might be broken!

Okay sir, I'm going to need you to get her to a safe location and wait for help to arrive. Avoid moving her anymore and try to keep her neck supported.

"O-okay."

—-

Three Months Later

You ended up with three severed vertebrae in your neck. The doctors still don't know how you didn't end up paralyzed or dead, but at this point it must have just been a miracle from God.

Touya brought you to the hospital under the guise of the distraught husband and no one seemed to suspect anything.

Except for Natsuo, Fuyumi, and your lawyers.

Your family was just grateful that you were alive and didn't think to question how the accident may have occurred, though Touya didn't get away completely scot-free.

Your lawyer was the number one accusatory figure when your divorce case went to court. He argued that Touya had been following you, tracking your phone, and was angry that you were finally filing for divorce from him.

That you were going to actually leave him this time.

Touya had an amazing defense lawyer that continued to play him up as the distraught husband; Touya knew what he was doing when he decided to stay at the scene of the accident and "help" you. Your other lawyers and Touya's went toe to toe in the courtroom for days.

— 

Caroline, Caroline

See Caroline, all the guys would say

She's mighty fine, mighty fine

But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time 

And the other half either got you

Cussed out or coming up short

—-

The jury was at a deadlock.

It wasn't an easy fight. More days in the courtroom with you sitting there in a neck brace, your body bandaged beneath your clothes from the burns you sustained in the fire.

A miracle that you were even alive. 

Finally, after two weeks of court, Touya was convicted of attempted murder.

His defense lawyer tried to go for an insanity plea which was supported by him staying at the accident scene and bringing you to the hospital afterwards.

The prosecutor argued that Touya, though aware of his mental illness, never sought the proper help and continued to mentally and emotionally torture and abuse his wife.

These claims were supported by Natsuo and Fuyumi, who both agreed to testify on your behalf since you couldn't speak up for yourself due to spousal privilege. 

More deliberation, more waiting.

At last, there was a breakthrough.

The insanity plea fell through and Touya finally decided to just plead guilty.

—-

Regardless, we don't want to get involved with all them lawyers

And judges, just to hold grudges in the courtroom

I wanna see your support bra, not support you 

—-

He was called to the witness stand, where he told all the grueling, gritty details of the past five years of your marriage. As much as he didn't want to let you go, he just couldn't bring himself to drag this battle out any farther. After hearing his testimony, the jury found him guilty and he was sentenced to fifteen years to life in prison.

So now, here you are, sitting in front of the man that you once loved with all of your heart.

Dressed in an orange jumpsuit, wrists and ankles shackled, Touya regarded you with a downtrodden expression. 

"Y/n… I'm sorry for everything that I put you through. I just want you to know one thing: I'll always love you and my son." 

With a dry chuckle, you shook your head.

"I don't think you know the meaning of the word love, Touya." 

You pushed the divorce papers with your wedding rings situated on top of them towards him and nodded up at the guard standing behind him.

The elder man unlocked Touya's wrist cuffs so the inmate could sign his name where required. He didn't even read over it.

The shackles went back on immediately, and, with one last look, the guard escorted Touya out of the room and back to his cell. 

—-

The sunshine was bright on your face as you walked out of the prison. A funny thought crossed your mind and caused you to giggle out loud.

For years, you'd felt like a prisoner under Touya's watchful gaze.

Oh how the tables have turned.

—-

I know you like to think your shit don't stank 

But lean a little bit closer, see

Roses really smell like booo-booo-ooo

Yeah, roses really smell like booo-booo-ooo

—

a/n: i feel like i was starting to drag this out, so I just had to hurry up and end it 💀 i still think it came out pretty good though! i had to do a lot of research for the legal part and i still don't think it's all correct, but oh well! i ain't no damn lawyer/judge!😂 

[rinsvg]

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩— Tease, Armin Arlert

content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, face seating, the usage of good girl, slight nipple play, armin being a big ass tease. Reader being embarrassed easily.

Summery: Armin is a quiet person by nature, and you’ve learned that through the countless conversations you’ve had with him, just nodding along while you ramble on and on about anything and everything.

He’s always been like that, and you’ve grown accustomed to him not being as vocal as others during day-to-day activities—that is, until night comes and he becomes the biggest tease in the world.

His fingers barely touch your skin as they ghost across it. You'd be lying if you claimed that you hadn't attempted to mimic the way he touches you and the way his long, deft fingers cause you to writhe. He dwarfs every ex-lover of yours. Your hands don't feel the same as before. It almost makes up for his flimsiness. Just almost.

Your face is cupped by his calloused hands. You lean in even more as you are drawn in by the warmth of his skin. You sense yourself gradually caving in to him.

He reclines. If it weren't for the evil-sounding giggle he lets out, you might not have noticed. He observes as your eyes enlarge. Your brows furrow in anger.

"Did you want me to kiss you?" He asked.

You mumble, "stop teasing," .

Armin gives you a swift peck on the forehead, than your jaw's curvature.

He squeezes your thigh and says, "It's my job to tease you; I enjoy seeing you writhe."

Armin brushes your hair away from your eyes while stroking it with one hand. Goosebumps start to rise along your shoulders at the soft contact. When he takes his hand away, you clearly pout.

“Please,”you beg.

He answers your pleas by grabbing you and giving you a forceful, desperate kiss. Armin bites at your lower lip until you allow him to stick his tongue into your mouth to feel how moist it is. He has a faint caramel flavor dancing on the top of his tongue from the candy he was eating earlier. He looks as though he doesn't know what to do with his hands. Your sweatpants are pulled down to reveal your already-wet pussy as they creep up your sides, stroking the delicate flesh of your breasts and hips.

One of his hands glides in between your knees while his broad, calloused fingers draw arcs over your clitoral area. You almost melt under his touch. Your chest was pressed against his in the most advantageous posture, with your knees firmly placed on either side.

He is fueled by every groan and gasp that is nearly allowed to escape your lips but is stopped by his tongue. Your face sinks into the crook of his neck as you breathe in his aroma. He smells mostly like sugar lychee and Angle soft laundry detergent.

You whimper as he removes his hand because you miss his touch. So close to your own freedom, yet so far away. He extends a hand to shake. You obediently put his fingers in your mouth and circled them with your tongue.

“Strip.” He orders. You comply.

The first thing to come off is the shirt you stole from him. You slowly throw it aside after pulling it over your head. He notices you are not wearing a bra underneath, and the corner of his lip twitches. Your nipples' delicate skin is gently pulled and pinched by his hands as they palm at your breasts. They are enthusiastically squeezed by calloused hands as they gush over their roundness.

Then come your sweatpants. You must briefly move away from his lap in order to slide the object down your legs. His hand gropes appreciatively toward your behind. He gives you a swift slap while smiling at the way your ass wiggles and admiring how you let out a small gasp. You wouldn't describe it as painful, yet it stings. The crimson mark he left behind is covered by his hand.

"Look at you, my good girl." His deep chest chuckles are audible. It is impossible to deny the heat that radiates up to your face. Your hands rise to cover your face in embarrassment. Your arms automatically cross over your chest. It's not like he hasn't seen your body before.

“Don't hide yourself sweetheart." He gently tugs your arms down, admiring the way the lit candles reflects off your skin. “I want to see you.”

You straddle his thigh. The way you grind down against him is far from subtle. He notices the way your face contorts with need and the small wet patch your cunt leaves on his thigh.

His tongue is poised to display his adoration. He guides your hips to rest on his chest as he reclines quite ungracefully. His blonde hair gathers around his head as he smirks while saying his next words.

“Be a good girl and ride my face.". 

There's no hiding the way your body heats up. From chest to forehead, you’re warm. His hands trail down your sides, squeezing your ass and hips. You settle over his face and thighs on either side of his head. The warmth of your skin spreads to him.

His tongue slithers around your clitoral area, dipping into your folds. To your clit, he presses kitten licks. Armin's touches are never just what you need, but they are always agonizingly close. Just like him, his touch is ephemeral. In order to get him to where you want him most, your fingers are buried in his hair.

“ you said you wouldn’t tease!” You whine loudly.

He pulls you down into his face as his hold on your thighs becomes more firm. A hot tongue showers adoration on your yearning clitoral area. His deft tongue makes delicate circles around your genitalia while nibbling and sucking at the tender bud. Other than your own groans, you can hear a man who is happy with what he is doing. With his head between your thighs, he could pass away content.

As you pursue your own release, you slam down into his face. With each dexterous flick of his tongue, heat builds low in your stomach. You've become nothing more than a writhing, rambling mess, calling out his name as if it were a prayer.

The knot in your stomach finally snaps.

Armin holds your hips down while you experience your climax on his face. The overstimulation takes some time for your lust-drunk mind to realize. His tongue continues to dance over your clitoral area with eagerness, seemingly oblivious to your undulating form. Toji's face has a sparkle in the shadowy light on its lower half. His messy hair is sticking out in all different directions from your frantic hold. His face breaks out in a dreamy, sly grin. You don't frequently see him looking that calm.

You are wobbly and sensitive due to your post-Organism haze. His hands caress your reddened skin as he scans your figure with a hungry gaze. Though he doesn't express his feelings in the most verbal manner, what is happening in his thoughts is seen in his eyes. All at once, but also piece by piece, he takes you in. What his mouth won't say, his eyes will.

“Did you think you could get away that easily?” He asks.

You swallowed hard, and you knew you were in for a long night.

Author note: this been in my drafts for months, I also just realized I haven’t wrote nothing in almost two whole months school must have really been kicking my ass 😂.

[newlifeahead]

The strange new outfit was for him. He had chosen it, insisted I dress in it. It had me feeling awkward at first. I was never one to feel like I was sexy, the strange straps smelling like well-oiled leather used around the horses had me indeed feeling just that way. Wiggling and rubbing my pointy nipples against the material made me tingle a little at first, and finally sending a white-hot charges deep inside me, where my body was slowly awakening craving him in a way I had also never before known.  

Independent at heart, it was hard to admit that I ever needed anything from anyone. But this man created deep within me a tangible need so well defined it was feeling like a living breathing entity of it’s own. It was alive inside of me. A wonderful creature created of lustful frenzied desire to be taken by him. A fiery beast inside of me screaming to be seen and touched.  

Staring into his eyes, I felt as if I had fallen into a deep well, and it was all him. I was lost in the world of him, and yet I felt that he had at the same time found me. His musky scent made me dizzy with a hungry desperate need of his body. A need to belong and to be owned. A foreign experience where the untamed desperate need to please him, was completely overcoming my natural tendency to be in charge.  

One would think that my take charge management side would be at war with the need to give in completely to his dominance. Being submissive in all ways to his strong presence did not feel at odds at all with my core self. He had me completely comfortable with his control. His large hand gripping my neck tilting my chin up and taking a demanding kiss in a rapid motion, weakened my resolve further.  

My body felt as if it were melting into an electrically charged puddle of desperation. A word I never said was spilling from my mouth, “Fuck me please?” my voice quivering unnaturally begged. I was now icy hot with a desperation trembling all over as a result of his eyes drinking me in with a matched desperation and hunger of his own, while kissing me so deeply his mouth claimed my breath.  

His breathing was calm, his confident smile and smooth motions, opposite of the desire in his eyes, which nearly seemed molten as he looked me up and down.

Grabbing one breast, he bit and then sucked hard. I groaned wanting more.

“Patience baby. The night is young.” He said as he loosened his tie and took a sip of his drink. The clinking ice reminding me from far away I was thirsty. I did not care any longer. He leaned forward with a glass and straw, telling me to sip. And I did.

He asked me if I understood what was happening, I shook my head no, His confident smile with humor filled eyes suggested I did. He reached down and pinched a nipple playfully. “You know, and we will discuss it more later. Nod your head if you want to submit to me. That is all I need to know.  

I nodded slowly my eyes locked on his. His hand on my neck again, his thumb grazing over my cheek, while he tilted my head up for yet another hungry demanding kiss.

He swiftly dropped his slacks; his enlarged cock sprang out with a mind of its own. “We are all going to become very familiar with each other now.”  

He helped me to stand, and assisted me to my knees, and asked if I wanted a taste. I smiled while my head nodded yes. With an also unfamiliar boldness, I took him into my mouth. I licked and sucked and kissed losing time My hands moving and assisting my mouth. His groans helped me know I was doing right by his wants of me. His taste, the velvety feel of him on my tongue. How he felt in my throat. Never had I ever admired a man so much as this man. Time could have stopped that second, I would have been content to have this be the last thing I would ever do.

When he stopped me, I was disappointed, except he lay me down and began to touch me. He was right the night was only just beginning at that point, but before it had ended, there was no part of him I was unfamiliar with, nor he with me.  

He has helped me find myself in him. It is strange, how the right person can help us to feel all the right things. And still want to share more. I am lost and found in him daily, and grateful as well. ®  (tn)

[written-in-flowers]

I know otto did go crazy when his rosebud was lactating while pregnant/after the birth of their son 😍

Oh, you have no idea. When he found out you were pregnant, he knew your body would change. He did have one child already, after all. So, the mood swings, strange eating habits, morning sickness, and swelling belly weren't new to him. He also knew your breasts would enlarge from the milk filling them. It was part of nature. It was normal, but yes, he still enjoyed the thought of them being larger.

When Cedric was born, he didn't even notice it. He only had eyes for the infant you'd given him: a little boy with your eyes who smiled often. Your tittes were the last thing on his mind.

But, when you began breastfeeding, yes...he did notice. He saw how they'd grown, how you wore bodices looser around your chest since it hurt when pressed, and how soft they felt in his hands whenever he felt them at night. He knew you were feeling discomfort from lactation, so he did his best to make things comfortable for you. Compresses for the swelling, and making sure Cedric drank enough to ease the weight off you. He knew how to separate his sexual desires from actual needs. You needed your husband's comfort and support, not his grabby hands and hungry lips.

He definitely tries NOT LOOKING when you're feeding Cedric in front of him. You're doing your duty as a mother feeding her infant. It's nature. It's normal. He is not going to let his perversions ruin a good, natural thing. Yet, the moment Cedric stopped drinking, that brief moment your breasts are exposed, he glances at you quickly. The nipples are sore from the sucking, and he knew they leaked a bit afterwards, but Gods, woman...he almost asked when could he have his turn.

Yes, you catch him. Always. It did bother you sometimes, since you were in pain, but you knew he couldn't help it. In fact, you somewhat used his fondness for them for your own benefit. You'd let him touch them to relieve the soreness inside. He didn't mind if milk came out.

When your milk dried up, Otto went right back to his light "accidental" brushes at night and shameless glimpses. What did you expect him to do? Ignore them? Just because you had a kid? You'd have more, no doubt, with the way you two carry on like rabbits. So, he might as well enjoy it while he can.

"I'm only making sure they're not hurting you, sweetling."

"They're fine, Otto."

"Are you sure?" *squeeze*

"Yes, very sure." You, laugh, shake your head and take the hand on your breast to hold between your own. "You're incorrigible, my Lord Hand."

"If my caring about my wife's wellbeing makes me 'incorrigible', then yes, I am."

You both laugh and kiss before shutting your eyes to sleep.

A/N: love that we have all agreed Otto is a boobie man lmfao anyways, I wrote it like this because I just can't do words after my Daemon fic. Hope you liked this though <3

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Bring Your Kid To Work Day

Shannon works for a toy company in downtown New York. She was normally very punctual but having to bring her son, Paul, to work for “Bring Your Kid To Work Day” made her run behind schedule. He was only five years old and wasn't the most compliant child. However, because the holidays were nearing, and the streets and buildings were more crowded than usual, she found it hard to be anywhere on time, especially in her state.

“C'mon, sweetie, we're going to be late. The cab is here and you know mommy can't move that fast.”

“Don't forget your cardigan, mommy.”

…

The taxi cab pulled up to the building where she worked just as the clock hit 9:15am. With Paul in hand she shuffled to the elevator and poked her arm through just before the doors closed.

“Here, let me help you with that,” one gentleman said as he grabbed Paul's backpack and Shannon's briefcase from her shoulder while she struggled into the elevator.

“Thank you,” she said out of breath. “It's sure nice to get some help every once and a while.”

The truth is Shannon had no problem getting help from anyone lately. One look at her and even a stranger off the street would offer to rub her feet in pity...

She was pregnant, heavily pregnant. Normally weighing a petite 102 lbs. when without child, five foot three inch tall Shannon looked uncomfortable and swollen beyond nature's limit. While she herself was a small, young woman, aged 29, her husband was nothing short of a giant. He was, after all, a firefighter. Because of this odd sized pairing, birthing was always going to be harder for Shannon, and she knew it, but she enjoyed pregnancy too much to let it stop her.

This was her third pregnancy and while she loved each one more than the last, this one was a little different. Her burgeoning belly was housing a rather large baby with macrosomia. It essentially means that the baby is larger than average. Shannon always looked a month ahead of where she actually was in her pregnancy because of this, so by this time she looked more than overdue. In more recent weeks people were asking if her painfully round womb was holding twins and to their dismay she would always proudly say, “Just one! A BIG one!”

(Back in the elevator) “It sure looks like you could use it,” the nice gentleman said, staring at her ever protruding abdomen.

Shannon noticed his ogling and it caused her to blush so she bashfully wanted to cover herself with what she could. She could barely button the top button of her cardigan as it strained to reach over the top of her belly and under her engorged breasts. It was all she could manage. The solely top buttoned black cardigan made a triangle shape across center of her stomach, the bottom corners hanging the better part of a foot away from her hips as it draped off her unborn child's home. It was contrasted by her gray shirt being forced in all directions around her bulge. Normally her shirt would have shot up her ballooning stomach the moment she let go of it but for the last three weeks she had to start pinning it to the inside of her bottoms; in this case, her skirt.

Shannon preferred to wear skirts, as her figure enlarged, for two reasons. Firstly, because they were far less restricting than any pants and therefore were easier for her to use the bathroom. It was almost impossible for Shannon to reach both of her hands under her wide and heavy belly to zip up anything close to her crotch. Secondly, and a little more proudly, she didn't think that she had to dress conservatively just because she was pregnant. She was happy to be pregnant and she didn't mind showing it off where she could.

Her navy blue skirt hem created the bottom border of the gray triangle that showed her bulge. If anyone in the area couldn't already tell she was expecting, the great, big triangle on her front was a beacon to all, “Wide load coming through”.

The elevator jolted to a stop as its breaks were applied and with Shannon's misplaced center of gravity her underbelly bumped Paul on the back of the head.

“Sorry, honey”, she said, but assumed it hurt her more than Paul as it knocked the baby into all of her organs. “Ooofff….to be pregnant again,” she said under her breath as the gentleman handed her belongings back to her.

Paul ran out as the door opened onto Shannon's company's floor. There were always toys everywhere he could play with so she knew she could still get some work done today even though he was with her. Paul took a hard right to the toy testing area where all Shannon's coworkers knew him and could watch after him as she took tiny steps, zig-zagging through all the cubicles, bracing her belly in one hand, briefcase in the other.

Shannon was a young profession because of one simple fact. She believed that she could do anything and that nothing could stand in her way. That is how she became the project manager for the toy company: determination. With all of her hard work she had earned the corner office; ground to ceiling glass walls, a couch, and even a private bathroom.

She didn't want people to think she could do what she wanted just because she was the boss so since she was a few minutes late, she made a point of acknowledging that she would stay late to make up for it, even though she was usually the last one there anyway, making sure everything was set for the next day.

“Hi Suzy,” Shannon said as she fumbled to get her keys out of her cardigan pocket. “Any messages for me yet this morning?”

“Nope, should be smooth sailing today since our clients know its Kid day today. I don't think they'll ask much of you,” said Suzy.

“Good, I have plenty of work on my own without having to add to the pile,” stressed Shannon while she turned the key to her office door.

Shannon unbuttoned her cardigan and slowly pealed it off her shoulders. Her abundant tummy jutted forward another foot as she dropped her shoulders back to ease off the garment. Her shirt tightened so thoroughly from this gesture that it quickly changed from its original color to a silky translucence that showed her linea nigra leading up to her popped out belly button. She placed the cardigan on the coat hanger and made her way toward her desk.

With her outerwear off it was now possible to see the full extent of her shape. Because Shannon's skin sensitivity peaked in her gravid state, she could only wear the essentials, and that meant no bra. To compensate she wore tight shirts to control the overfilled masses. She didn't worry about milk leaking out though as it hadn't happened with her previous pregnancies, so she wore her tops with confidence. It also meant Shannon couldn't wear any of those elaborate pregnancy panties. She would only allow soft, lace thongs to hug her puffy labia. The more scant the better as everything was cause for discomfort.

Her nipples were always aroused, even in her warm office, and stuck out a half an inch from the jiggling mounds from which they were attached. Shannon's body had been pumping milk into her breasts for some time and it showed. They looked as if they were impregnated along with her womb. Her plump chest swelled onto her extremely round belly, bouncing with every movement. Even her breasts tested the tensile strength of her cotton shirt and clearly showed the outlines of her areolas as they pulled the fabric thin. No one in the office made her feel uncomfortable so she had no worries about being a little revealing in her precious state.

Having birthed two other children, and both naturally, Shannon's hips were already somewhat widened, but neither of her other two children weighed more than 9 lbs. This baby in her swelling mound was 13 lbs. as of yesterday's doctor checkup. That determination and non quitting attitude that got her a high status in her company was the same determination that she used to convince herself that she would deliver this abnormally large baby through her small frame naturally. When anyone told her she couldn't do something she felt it was her mission to prove them wrong. Her doctor tried to persuade Shannon to schedule a C-section but the thought of birthing this hefty bundle on her own was enticing and she couldn't be turned off from the idea.

Shannon’s ample hips forced her skirt to be immovable. With absolutely no room to move up her belly, her extended sides would not allow it to move down either. She only wore skirts that zipped up the side or back, the only places she could still reach on her loaded form.

Aware of the limits of her body, Shannon arched her back, push her belly out, grabbed her desk with one hand and the back of her desk chair with the other as she lowered her bottom into her seat.

"Whoa," she muttered while trying to keep balanced. "Go slow," she thought to herself.

Just as her butt settled in the chair her thighs forcefully split apart from her massive womb weighing down on them and her right knee slammed into the side of her desk.

“Shit,” she exclaimed. “That's the second time this week. As if I don't already limp around enough!”

Shannon's heavy load forced her knees to be two and a half feet apart and her thighs to be separated at a ninety degree angle. She didn't mind being lodged in her computer chair though because the seat supported her lower tummy as it fell down between her lap. Her whole underside was forced to lay flat on her chair seat; ten inches of belly, her shaved pubic mound, and her enlarged labia lips, filled out enough to protect her clitoris from any stimulation, all pointed straight down to the ground. Shannon appreciated the cradling.

…

Hours passed while Shannon cut through her work. Paul intermittently popped in to use the bathroom or get some attention from his mother or to tell her about the cool new toy he was playing with.

Ggggggbbbbbgggggggllllll....Shannon's stomach let out a wild noise as if to say “Feed me now!”. She would always work so hard she would forget what time it was until she was starving.

“Lunch orders!” Suzy said she while popped her head in Shannon's office.

“Thank god, you must have read my...belly,” Shannon giggled, tracing the curves of her distended midsection. Her hands disappeared just past her raised navel and came to a rest supporting under her breeding chamber as she smiled looking past her full bust.

“I'll have the large grilled chicken salad, a side of sweet potato fries, an order of garlic bread, and a very large water,” Shannon eagerly blurted out.

“Is that all?” Suzy said jokingly at the size of her order.

“Well I don't want to spoil my dinner,” Shannon jabbed back at her.

The food arrived 25 minutes later and Shannon felt as if her impossibly large stomach had shrunk to the size of her ungestating self. She devoured the food in a matter of minutes before Paul ran in to grab his chicken tenders. Shannon was now stuffed to the gills. Larger her pregnant, beach ball belly grew while she arched her back to take pressure off her pelvis. The baby started kicking as it received the nourishment from Shannon's large meal.

“Oh, no, here he goes agaaa......” she painfully whined as her gigantic baby writhed inside her. Shannon supported her womb from below and rubbed the front of her maternal bulge. She cooed though the pain as she shot forward, hitting her sprouting belly against the desk. The large baby kicked back. As soon as it started it was over.

“Mommy, are you ok?” asked Paul with a hint of fear in his eyes.

“Yes, love. Your little brother is just getting excited to be born soon, that's all,” she quickly replied. “Are you done with your lunch yet?” she added.

“Yep!” he shouted.

“Ok, let mommy finish up her work. Go play some more with the toy testers.” And Paul scurried out of the room and was gone in a second. Shannon had been having events like this all month as she neared the day she would drop this heavy child from her overstuffed womb.

She knew that today was kind of a joke day for everyone since most employees had brought their children with them and she figured she could get more done without any interruptions, plus she thought it would boast well for the fact she had been late this morning. She had Suzy round everyone up and tell them that they could all go home as she wouldn't need them for the rest of the day.

“Remember, Shannon, the phone company is shutting the land lines off for two hours tonight, so you'll have to use you cell phone if you want to get a hold of anyone,” said Suzy.

“Almost forgot...well I never get any cell service in here. It will be nice to not have the distraction. Have a good night Suzy. See you in the morning,” said Shannon as Suzy turned away to leave.

...

No one leaves faster than a worker that is off early, so by 3:10pm the place was empty. She told Paul to check in regularly to make sure he was alright. He checked in a few minutes after the last person left.

Just then Shannon moaned a deep, guttural howl and seized her tight belly with both hands barely able to reach fully around her stomach. Her abdomen felt rock hard. She remembered instantly what was happening. This wasn't like the little ones she had been having after she ate, this was a real contraction.

“Nooooo...uuggghh...nooooooaaaaawwwwwww”, she was hit with the full force of the contraction. Her head whipped back and forced her chair to tilt backwards causing gravity to fully spread her legs wide open as her knees shot up then out. After the pain ceased, Shannon took her hands off her belly and reached for her desk to shift her weight forward.

“Please, no. Not now,” she prayed. “SHIT...the phones! This CAN’T be happening now!”

She was sweating and panting after the full body convulsion and needed a couple minutes before she had the strength to get Paul. When enough strength built, she slowly pushed herself up and used the desk as a handrail until she could reach the door. She waited a moment at the threshold of the door to catch her breath again. She kicked across the carpet without lifting her feet up off the ground as she bounced from cubicle to cubicle, resting periodically due to the burning of her unborn child's head weighing on her pelvis. She reached the second to last cubicle before the playroom where Paul was when her knees buckled and she was forced into a low squat.

“Ooooouuuuffffff...aaaaahhhhhhhhhoooooooowwwww”, she howled.

This ripped the pins out of her shirt freeing it from her skirt and spontaneously unzipped the side of her skirt to make room for the sagging, enlarged belly hanging only an inch from the ground between her motherly loins. Her shirt rolled up her belly faster than a retractable projector screen exposing her staggering bulge, getting caught under the stiffness of her hard nipples. With all her might, her maternally thickened thighs trembled and burned as she struggled to pick herself up.

“Hhhhhhhhhfffffffffff.....hhhhhhhhfffffffffff.......hhhhhhhhhuuuuuuaaaaaaafffffffff”

She crept up inch by inch until she was hunched over the cubicle's desk and flung herself across the walkway to the last cubicle. Paul noticed her standing there but before she could get a word out he ran past her into her office and hid in the bathroom. With her skirt loosened by the fall, Shannon had to keep her legs wide apart to keep it from falling off as she hunched toward her office. This was inconsequential, however, even if she had been completely naked she wouldn't have been able to keep her legs any closer, they were forced wide by her massive overhanging round orb of a stomach, now swaying just inches from her knees, rubbing the inside of her legs.

Shannon repeated the ping pong process again back to her office, this time more slowly and was able to do so before another contraction hit. She made it to her desk and leaned over it until she could muster enough power to call for Paul.

“Paaauuu....aaaaaoooohhhhhh......”, she moaned again as a contraction hit her fast. This time she was better able to support herself at her desk. Shannon pulled at her shirt to cover the exposed lower half of her breasts and was only able to hide a few inches of her curving belly. She quickly spun around and planted her wide hips and full bottom on the edge of the desk before the contraction grew worse.

“Heeeheeeeheee.....aaaaahhhhhhhh......ooooohhhhhh....heeeeheeeheeee.....aaaahhhhhh....ooooohhhh”, she mumbled loudly as her womb seized her again. This time it's force pushed her all the way back onto her desk, but only her shoulders hit. Shannon's head went beyond the far edge of the desk where her chair was while her back was bowed like a swayback horse. Her bare belly pointed straight up into the air, her arms wrapped around her raised center while she wriggled in pain.

Paul came out to see what the ruckus was only to see his mother possessed with pain.

“Mommy! What's wrong?!?!”, Paul cried. Even though he was only five years old, Paul knew the situation was grim so he started to cry. As he approached the front of his grunting mother's desk, her body relaxed, her tight uterus softened and she was able to right herself be gripping the edge of her desk on either side of her compressed, doughy ass, until her feet touched the ground.

“Honey, it's ok, you don't need to cry,” huffed Shannon with sweat running down her brow, “Mommy is just realizing....that your little baby brother....is a little impatient.”

“What does that mean, mommy?” sobbed Paul.

“Well, it means that mommy is going to need your help getting your new little brother,” Shannon was able to say in a full sentence. “Now, mommy is going to be hurting for a minute while your brother gets ready to be born, but then mommy will have a break until your brother starts to try again.”

Paul had never seen his mother in pain and this scared him greatly but Shannon's reassuring tone was able to turn his sobs into light sniffles. Shannon knew her water could break at any time and her baby was causing her to feel like she would pee right where she was standing. For both of these reasons she knew she had to get to the bathroom.

She tried to take one step forward when she felt her mobility cut short. Her last contraction had forced her stance so wide that her skirt was now too big of a hindrance to walk. She tried to reach the end of her skirt to hike it up her thighs but she could not get around her tummy without losing her balance.

“Paul, baby, can you help mommy roll up her skirt so mommy can walk better?” said Shannon. “Come in front of mommy, come between mommy's legs and push my skirt up towards by belly.”

Paul scrambled up to Shannon's wide spread crotch and scrunched up her skirt just enough for Shannon to grab the hem with her fingers and curled it up to the thinnest part of her waist.

“Like that, mommy?” Paul said as he faced directly into his mother's vulva, falling out around her slim, black panties, which were hardly veiling her vaginal opening. Paul wasn't exactly sure what he was seeing but instinct told him that it was strange and awkward.

“Yeah baby, that was great.” she exclaimed.

“Mommy, don't babies come out of your belly? That's what a girl at school told me.” Paul asked in an unsure voice.

Normally Shannon would have spared her son the graphic details of childbirth, but she felt it was important to let Paul know what was about to happen so he would not be frightened by the events that were soon to unfold.

“Well, honey, babies grow inside of mommies' bellies, but then when the baby is ready to come out, mommy has to push it out. It's like when you have to go potty, baby.” She was surprised at how tactful she made it sound in her state of confusion.

“Oh, ok, mommy. I know what that is like.” Paul cheerfully said. He was excited that he could relate with someone, a rare case for a five year old.

Feeling another contraction brewing, Shannon abruptly directed Paul to the bathroom to wait for her entrance behind him. She inhaled deeply and when the contraction hit she blew it out angrily and fumbled to the arm of the couch behind her desk. The contraction wasn't at it's peak yet when she turned to her left and entered the bathroom where Paul was leaning against the wall to her left. The contraction swelled and Shannon bit down hard on her lip. This one brought her to her knees, and she braced her fall by putting her hands out in front of her.

Paul was standing a few feet from her left side as he stared at her profile. Now on all fours, Paul could see his mothers gravity forced belly pulling down and looking bigger than he had ever seen before. Her massive, low hanging underbelly was bulging out from behind her thighs as far out as her fattened rear, and in front, the top of the mound pushed her overproducing breasts forward, bouncing them under her chin like the udders they were.

She couldn't bare moving so Shannon stayed on all fours. She picked one of her hands up off the ground and vigorously stroked her perfectly rounded belly all over until the pain subsided.

Paul was scared from the event and ran over to her mother when he felt she was no longer in pain. He hugged Shannon across her side and back while she crawled a couple steps toward the toilet.

When Shannon got both her hands on the toilet seat she began to strain herself upwards. She bowed her back and felt something shift inside her cervix then heard a little splash of liquid on the linoleum floor.

"Ooooohhhhhhh, my water....my water broke." Shannon said in calm voice.

The release of pressure was soothing compared to the pain she was getting hit with in regular shifts. While it felt good for a moment, it quickly rapt Shannon with fear. She knew that she would now start progressing into labor a lot quicker as her cervix would ripen and dilate from the force or her large offspring's head.

"Mommy, what just happened?" cried Paul.

"Mommy's water broke, which means your little brother is going to be coming soon. Mommy is going to need your help some more, baby, ok?" Shannon said.

Shannon knew that with her water broken a contraction would follow shortly. At the rate the she was getting barraged with pain, Shannon knew she had less than a minute until the next one.

She was able to pick herself up and quickly plant her butt on the toilet seat. She leaned back, clasping her hands just above her pubic bone to alleviate the pressure. Shannon's womb dweller had shifted down into her pelvis from its normal suspended state. Her giant belly now sat lower and her skirt started to cut into her lower gut.

"Baby, can you run to mommy's desk and grab the scissors out of her drawer?" Shannon stressed.

Paul ran as fast as he could seeing the situation was dire. He handed the scissors to Shannon and she quickly put them to use. She sliced the side of her skirt and instantly it snapped off her like a broken rubber band, falling to her right.

"Oooooohhhhhh gaaaawwwwd, yesss" Shannon cried as the pressure released off of her. "Thank you, baby," she said with her eyes closed, breathing heavily. She began polishing every inch of her voluminous tummy with her palms when she started to relieve herself, as if the calm rubbing involuntarily released her bladder.

"Wwhhuu!...aaaaaaahhhhhhhh...", her voice spiked in pitch as the urination caught her off guard, but instantly turned into a groan as she enjoyed the sensation. The fact that she was peeing through her panties startled her but it was too late and they didn't seem to be affecting the act anyhow. She continued caressing herself while emptying her bladder; the two acts together were too pleasing to quit.

From the chaos and rubbing motion, Shannon's shirt had successfully wedged itself under her undulating milk holders and was held tightly in place by their ample weight. The sunlight coming through the bathroom window reflected brightly off of her completely nude, drum tight womb as it gained a couple of inches in girth from the loss of her restraining skirt.

Her practically useless panties and shoes were the only things keeping Shannon covered from the top of her belly down to her feet. Knowing the limits of her range, Shannon had been wearing slip-ons to make it easy for herself. She kicked one off after the other and was left with little white ankle socks. It would be easier for her to shuffle in socks than shoes when the time came to leave the bathroom, plus her aching feet enjoyed the freedom.

With only enough time to have a thought run through her head before another contraction, Shannon figured she would leave her panties on, for at least they covered something and it would prolong the time until she would be forced to expose herself in full to her young child. They were easily stretched by her widening lower swell, but caused her no discomfort, as the elastic was very accommodating.

Shannon knew her body because as soon as she decided her leave her panties on for the moment she was given a warning shot from her uterus. This time it throbbed her whole body. In preparation for the worst, she seized up, hugged her quivering tummy and shut her eyes hard to ready herself.

“Mommy!” Paul cried, but Shannon could not give him the attention he needed to calm down.

“Aaaaggggghhhhh,” Shannon howled as her cramping uterus turned to stone. Her left hand instinctively shot left and grabbed the hand rail next to the toilet. Her knees bounced high up but were forced wide as they rubbed the perimeter of her distended belly. Her right hand groped under her tight mass in an attempt to force it up to accommodate her flailing lower limbs. Her hips locked and Shannon was stuck in the only position her body would allow.

“Ggggggaaaaaaa!!!!! HHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Sssssshhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!” her faced turned as red as a sunburn while her body struggled through the worst of it. The contractions were getting longer. In the middle of this current one, there was a brief lull that caused Shannon to expel her lungs and lower her legs.

“Hhhhhuuuuuu,” she panted her breath out. “Paauuull.…hhhhh....mmmom.....mommy...hhhhhhh….needs some….hhhhh….hhhellllp.”

Paul started to near her when the final bit of this contraction gave Shannon an aftershock. She seized for a moment while Paul hopped back in terror. It was over.

Terrified, Paul asked, “What can I do mommy?”

Knowing that she could in no way stand another contraction on this toilet, let alone birth a child on it, Shannon looked ahead to the soft, green couch against the wall behind her desk.

“Help mommy get to the couch, baby,” she said.

Shannon voluntarily brought her knees as high as she could, but mostly just spread them apart, raised her arms above her, and leaned her head back just to throw all of her weight forward to gain momentum.

“HHhhyyyyaaaaaa!!!” she let out as her body teetered forward. Her body rocked back to its original position though. She tried again. “Hhhhhhaaaaaa” she screamed, rocking forward at first. She quickly crept back but this time she used the momentum to her advantage while she repeated her flinging actions. Feeling it was almost enough when her full weight was forward again, she grabbed the railing and hoisted herself to her feet. Her over-sized tummy tipped her forward with the momentum but Paul, seeing his mother capsizing forward, raised his hand up to catch Shannon’s right hand, while her left stayed planted on the railing.

Taking a second to make sure she was in control of herself, Shannon told Paul to walk her to the couch. Paul was so little, especially compared to Shannon’s size now, that he really only guided her in the direction of the couch while she frantically scooted one foot in front of the other across the hard floor. Paul had her right hand in his while again she sought to ease the weight of her quivering load from under with her left hand, now that she was upright.

When she reached the lip of her carpeted office Shannon had to agonizingly lift her heels just slightly off the ground so her socks wouldn’t stick on the carpet. But the couch was right in front of her now, so she carefully stuck her butt out and slowly turned around in a high squat.

While Shannon turned to ready herself for sitting, Paul, now closer to his mother than he had been earlier, saw her great belly trying to heave itself off of her body. Her mound pulled so greatly at her, Paul could see six ribs down her left side protruding through her trembling skin.

She put both hands around what she could of her throbbing womb; it felt like her pulled tight skin would not be able to keep her belly attached to her torso if she didn’t support the aching load.

The couch was lower than her desk chair or toilet so she wanted to aim herself before making a drop she knew she could not adjust from. With her butt hovering over the couch and with her hands on her knees, Shannon looked through her legs at the couch behind her. Straining to see around her heaping stomach for the center split in the cushions, Shannon's knees could only last for a few seconds under the pressure. In a desperate attempt to align, she curled herself around her stomach as best she could and forced her head down. An extra inch of couch was revealed above her belly crest and she could see that it was good enough.

Her knees having given all they could, Shannon just plummeted back with no wish to help any part of herself except for her baby from dropping like an anvil into her sore cervix. She gripped both sides of her belly and squeezed her womb to keep it in place from lowering as she touched down.

"Hhhmmmmffff", the couch squeaked as Shannon dropped herself onto it. Her breasts slightly slinked around her widened sides, kept mostly in place by her shirt, but quickly returned to their natural position.

"Ooooowwwww," she sighed. Her bracing only mildly helped in keeping her enlarged occupant from sliding lower into her birth canal.

"Paul, mommy needs another favor. Can you get the hand mirror out of the bathroom?" Shannon panted.

Shannon knew Paul would witness the birth but she wanted to see with her own eyes what was happening instead of relying on a five year old’s account . She had him prop it on her desk in front of her at the right angle then thought of what she needed to do next in preparation.

She couldn't possibly deliver through her amniotic fluid and urine soaked panties so she tried to remove them herself forgetting about the scissors in the bathroom. She slid them off her plump behind and push them a ways down her thighs.

"Grab mommy's panties, baby, and pull them off," Shannon directed Paul. He came by her side and dragged them the rest of the way down her thighs to the point where her legs were too wide spread to continue.

"Hhhhhhhh," Shannon moaned and she struggled to pinch her knees closer than two feet apart. With her trying, Paul's yanking, and the panties stretching, her legs closed enough to get them down to her feet. She kick them off the rest of the way off with her toes as her knees sprung out towards the arms of the couch again to their natural position.

While minutes earlier Paul had briefly seen his mother’s vagina from her standing position, once clad in her sheer panties, the display now was a far cry from his first viewing. Her wide spread legs and unsheathed pussy, only two feet off the ground, presented all her gender without fail. Paul looked on wide-eyed. Shannon’s shirt had become drenched with sweat under her throbbing breasts and was causing them to chafe. She liberated her swollen boobs, which before had pinned her grey shirt under, now prevented it from lowering from her neckline. This quick act drew Paul’s attention to her mother’s chest as she exposed herself. Not only had her body been inflating her chest size, it caused her areolas to enlarge and darken along with her nipples. Her body was ready to produce a child. Fully without inhibitions, Shannon wanted to begin delivering.

Shannon began probing around her vagina to see if she could get her fingers in enough to feel for progress. She could only hook her pointer finger’s second knuckle around her labia; not enough to feel anything except her motherly fluids. In this arrangement, Shannon’s forearm and bicep felt her stomach turn hard as it forced her fingers out of her vagina.

Before, her contractions were the worst of her pain, but now they were quickly shadowed by the lowering of her large, unborn child’s aggressive descent into her canal. A shot down her spine caused Shannon’s body to react like a puppet, as she was no longer in control of what nature wanted. Involuntarily, Shannon’s chin pushed into her chest at the same time her knees thrust straight back toward the couch where her hands were ready to receive her thighs.

No sounds escaped her as she held her breath in and bore down. She wanted to work with the contraction and tried to push with it as long as she could. After 15 seconds her face was cherry red and her arms and legs were trembling under the pressure.

“Pphhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa,” she exploded with all her might. “Haaaa….haaaa….haaaa....haaaa,” Shannon panted in exhaustion, but he contraction was still upon her. She could feel her hips forced open by the girth of the sinking head. Her body’s response to the sensation was “don’t stop”. Only her muscles and neck were relaxed during the pause in pushing, her form was unchanged. Her head fell forward again and the power returned to her arms and legs as she pushed hard once more; this time only lasting a fraction of the previous one and with no feeling of progress. Her whole body loosened as the contraction left.

Falling limp and feeling defeated on the couch, Shannon desperately wanted to recover in time for the next one. Everything was burning as her body was stretching to free her caged offspring. Again she tried to feel into her vagina for progress. Her finger told her nothing but she brought her knees back as her body had just forced her to do. She spread her sticky labia majora with her fingertips and her labia minor unfurl in unison. She stared into the mirror and gave a little push to further expose her birth canal. Shannon’s well lit office showed her that the head was passing into her vagina.

“Phheewwww,” she breathed out tiredly as she was panting from the slight exertion.

“Nooohhh, I need more time,” she cried. Her legs pulled back wide around her wide belly against her wishes. She had to push.

The head dropped enough causing Shannon’s vagina to open effortlessly without help even though there were inches left until she would be fully crowning. It was progressing fast...too fast. Shannon knew this 13 lb. baby would rip her up if she did not take her time; something her body was not taking into consideration. She stopped actively pushing during the contraction but her legs stayed erect until it ended.

She could now feel the top of the head when she probed past her extremely sensitive and swollen labia with her finger. After the last contraction had ended, Shannon was permanently open, the head was too big for her lips to touch anymore.

“Mommy, is it coming?” Paul cried.

“Ya, baby….it’s coming,” she replied. “Oooowwwhhhhh….hhhhmmmffff,” she sobbed as the head burrowed deeper.

Shannon’s whole pelvic region was blazing as she was forced open, wider and wider. Her next contraction was worse yet. Her hips creaked open as the head drove into her vagina. As before this forced her thighs to her hands like magnets. Her bottom opened to push the child deeper through. She screamed in agony. Her legs, once at their peak spread, separated even more with each push as she jacked them higher and higher into the air. She could feel her vagina fill completely with what felt like nothing she had felt before.

“Hhhuuuuuuuuuuu,” she let out as she quivered. Her vulva pulsated as her body tried to pump blood back into it. The mirror showed her the baby’s head, now visible without her pushing, through a one inch hole. Every square inch of Shannon’s vagina bulged forward in a perfect half sphere, showing the contents of what was behind it. Wanting to slow it down, she leaned forward, and rolled around her ridiculously round tummy, surprisingly the same size, though the baby was almost a foot out of it. She decided to take this next contraction sitting up if she could to slow the process.

Preparing for the next contraction, she planted her feet on the ground, grabbed her shins and kept her weight forward. It hit with all the same pain, but much slower advance. Shannon, feeling that this was the best for now, continued with this new position for a few more contraction, each one only opening her labia a few millimeters. Not long did it take her body to regain control over the situation and put her back to birthing this child out.

Shannon’s contraction were on top of each other now and she was hardly getting a break in between to recoup. Fussing and crying she bore down and push her butt forward as much as she could. Each 10 second push left her labia gaping from the force only to close slightly with each release. She was, although, flowering, for each inch she pushed her baby out, it receded only half way back when she released.

Shannon’s opening was now filled with the sight of her soon-to-be-birthed child’s head. Without contraction, he was creeping slowly out. First only a teardrop the size of a thumbprint was formed by her labia, now rounded out and palm sized, it had grown into a much larger circle. The head pushed apart her outer lips and exposed her inner set. Her clitoris, entirely free now, swelled from the force behind it.

A contraction came and Shannon began to squeeze. There was no distinguishing folds to her vagina any more, everything was stretched tight. Her opening quickly grew to five, then six inches across. She peered at the mirror and was horrified to see the size of the head still well within her.

“Ssshhhhiiiiiitttttt!!!!….hmmmmmmffffffff!!!!!” she yelled, not seeing any signs that the head was going to finish crowning. Feeling defeated she relented and the head slid back in, closing her vaginal curtains from a perfect circle to an oval. Shannon, as we know, is a determined individual, so she pushed out again with all her might.

Oval, to circle, to bigger circle she grew until she thought her head would pop, but instead she heard a different pop with a gush of liquid.

“Gaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!” Shannon yelled out at the top of her lungs along with her release.

Unable to see over her tired belly she saw in the mirror that the head was out and was wearing her inflamed labia around his neck. It was huge. The sight was unreal as to how she was able to perform this impossible feat. No sooner had she seen the extent and source of her pain did she see the head begin to rotate in conjunction with a contraction. The shoulders were next. The head was out enough for Shannon to grab, directing herself with the mirror in front of her. She struggled to keep her legs high and wide without the help of her hands, now birthing the baby manually. With a strong contraction and a healthy pull, Shannon freed the baby from her body. It was over.

Her legs dropped to the floor and her head fell back as she grabbed her baby.

“You did it mommy,” exclaimed Paul.

“Yes...hmmmm….yes I did…..hhhffff…...baby,” whispered Shannon.

Through her exertions, Shannon had unintentionally squeezed a substantial amount of milk out of her overloaded breasts and all over her now slightly deflated belly. She picked her newborn up placed him on her belly in front of her nipple. He smelled his mother’s nourishment and latched on instantly.

“I didn’t think it was ‘Bring Your KIDS to Work Day’ today!” Shannon ended with.

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Natural Results

The fat transfer makes boosted breasts feel more natural than silicone implants, which are stiffer and can be displaced. 

Brief Recovery

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Minimal Scarring

Since liposuction and fat injections are used in this method, the incisions are tiny. Therefore, leftover scars are small and hideable. This will give patients a natural look without dark scars or scar therapy.

Body Contour

Fat grafting lets the surgeon modify many body sections in one treatment by shifting fat. Liposuction removes fat from the stomach, thighs, arms, and face. By increasing the volume of the breasts, you may also flatten the tummy and define your curves, achieving body balance. This is important for patients who want to fix physical issues while saving money.

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Cons of Breast Augmentation with Fat Transfer

Fat Survival

About 30-50% of additional fat cells will die and be absorbed after surgery. This reduces immediate outcomes until the cells settle. The surgeon will try to account for this when injecting fat, but it depends on how much they can retrieve. Patients may contemplate a second fat injection if they have enough collected fat.

A little augmentation

Fat transfer uses only patient-extracted fat. Therefore, augmentation is limited by the patient's excess fat. Most women only increase one cup size for their initial surgery, which may be better for those seeking a larger alteration. You can repeat the technique to go up another cup size.

Lacks Sagging Correction

Several patients have sagging boobs due to aging. Fat transfer adds volume and reshapes the breasts, not tightening or eliminating extra skin. Combining a fat transfer with a breast lift may give you greater lift and a perkier appearance.

Conclusion

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