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Matthew VI
🕑 Added 2024-03-01 18:47:25 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Amara Rose.
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“You’re so close,” Harrison taunted. “Your body is preparing.”
Maybe that explained how fast Matthew's tits were suddenly growing, and how swollen his nipples were now—honestly the size of marbles. He suddenly had a pair of plump porn-star tits heaving on his chest. They were uncomfortably round and full of heat, the size of honeydews, his nipples sore and seeping into the tank top stretched over them.
His ass was fatter as well, hips feeling wider somehow. Harrison had given him a humiliating book on lamaze and stretches. There was a basket of fresh towels, some stirrups, and other uncomfortable supplies. As though Harrison expected him to…to have these things, soon. All Matthew could really think was, this can’t be happening.
“You’re getting close, Matthew.”
“Mgghhhh…” Matthew groaned as another handful of pasta was shoved into his mouth. Harrison was feeding him forcefully and relentlessly, his hands gloved as he reached back into the large pot of spaghetti and meatballs.
“You just keep growing,” Harrison went on.
Matthew was struggling, his belly throbbing. It was bigger than a beach ball. It felt like a boulder, as Matthew struggled to keep up, humming and chewing, his cheeks bulging. He sucked in breaths when he could through his nostrils.
He felt unbearably tight, body flushed and sweaty. He was at his breaking point.
“Aren’t you glad I got you expelled?”
Matthew looked up at him in shock. That had been Harrison’s doing?
“I couldn’t have you going off to college when you needed to be fully focused on growing my babies,” Harrison added as he stuffed another huge meatball into Matthew’s already-full mouth.
There was the sound of the front door banging open downstairs.
“Surprise!” shrieked a high, feminine voice.
Oh god, Matthew thought, something snapping inside of him. His belly gave a forceful lurch, then a jerk, and shuddered.
There was a gush of fluid.
Harrison got up and hurried out of the room
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Matthew was writhing and groaning. He could hear voices outside his bedroom door.
“It’s a bit of a shock,” Harrison’s voice was saying.
“What is it? Is Matthew all right?” responded Diane’s voice.
“It’s a very…unique circumstance.”
“Get out of my way,” said Diane impatiently.
No, no, no! Matthew thought. This just couldn’t be happening!
“What’s going on?” Diane demanded as the bedroom door swung open.
She froze, staring at him, looking stunned.
“Errrgghhh!” Another forceful contraction racked Matthew’s body. “They’re coming!”
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This was hell. It was almost as painful as it was mortifying.
“Oh, Matty!” Diane sat at his bedside, squeezing one of his clammy hands in two of hers. “I didn’t even know this was possible. You’re gonna be a mommy!”
Matthew was red and sweaty, his body straining. He just wanted to be anywhere but there with his adoptive mother coddling him, his body packed to bursting with her husband’s kids.
She rubbed his belly. “Breathe honey, deep breath,” she pantomimed, trying to get him to follow.
Matthew squirmed and fumbled, his belly strained, throbbing, and pink. His tank top was tight on his chest, looking like a crop shirt as his milk seeped through the material, rendering it transparent. His belly protruded entirely out beneath it, flushed and sweaty, trembling and jerking.
“ERRRGGHHHHH!” Matthew arched as another forceful contraction tore through his being, his body feeling like it would split in two.
After every contraction ended, his mother would start feeding him, bringing donuts and pastries to his lips, just as Harrison had suggested she should. And Matthew couldn’t resist any of it. As much pain as he was in, he couldn’t stop eating, his insides gurgling and grumbling, the hunger relentless and building.
Somehow it seemed to help the process, moving things along despite Matthew’s reservations. Tears streamed down his face, but he kept eating.
Diane would wipe his tears and sweat, or brush crumbs off of his lips. Other times she would gaze at his outrageously massive belly in morbid fascination. Finally, she checked his progress, Matthew face growing redder, were that even possible.
“Oh my!” she said.
This was pure, unadulterated humiliation. His hole was burning and straining. He didn’t want to do this. His belly was clenching and squeezing, forcing him to push with it. “AARRGGHHHHHHHH!”
“You’re doing it, Matty!”
He didn’t know how it was possible, but he was erect. His voice was going hoarse from how much he was screaming. The pain was indescribable, as he cried and drooled, sweating enough to soak through the sheets beneath him. His ass was on fire. This just wasn’t natural! But it was happening, something stretching and squeezing, absurdly huge and pushing his body beyond the limits of strain.
He actually cried “mom!” and meant it, gripping onto her. She was always Diane in his head.
Harrison surveyed his progress with the next contraction that left Matthew’s whole being quaking as it tried to force out the first of several chunky babies. It felt obscenely large. What the hell did that man put in me!?
“GODDDDDD!” Matthew roared, his vision warping and obscuring as he was stretched beyond reason. His throat produced a choked squeaking.
Then his body finally released something, his belly lurching at the loss as Matthew puffed out a wheeze.
There was the sound of a baby crying. Matthew dropped back, struggling to breathe, still buried under his orb as it heaved with his gasps for air. Somehow his abdomen didn’t look any smaller; didn’t feel any lighter.
“Oh Matthew, you did it!” Diane praised.
“Only a few more to go,” Harrison noted.
Comments
Kompera
glad you liked it! 😃
Amara Rose
Oh my GOD this is friggin amazing. All the feeding, Diane coming home to help. 11/10, seriously!
Kompera
Thanks, glad you enjoyed! 😃
Noxious_Weasel
Oooh my goodness this is so good. I’m normally not into the labor parts but the fact he’s being stuffed while struggling? Balanced it out!
