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Rina 2, Part 2
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Summary: Sequel to Rina. It's been a few years since Chad first met Rina. Since then they've done a lot: started a family, moved into the same house, even gotten married! But as things settle, and their first litter starts to grow up, Rina decides she wants a bigger family. Chad has been able to keep relatively fit to keep up with both wife and kids; but Rina’s newfound drive ends up making him bigger than before! She’s even become bolder by bringing their game out in public. Now every moment has potential for Chad to expand and grow until he eventually pops. Contains: Male: Pregnancy, Belly Expansion, Breast Expansion, Lactation, Multiples, Weight Gain, Stuffing. Idea by Gregiah Vogue.
This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.
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Sometimes Chad had strange imaginings. They almost felt like memories. Flashes of images. He saw it when he was awake. He saw it in his dreams.
It was a…domestic sort of fantasy, he supposed. He would see a house full of kids, and would be doting on them, as Rina watched on in quiet satisfaction.
He had never thought of himself as sentimental. He had never seen Rina in the context of marriage, or motherhood. She just didn’t seem the type.
Some of his dreams were yet odder.
He would look down at himself and find that he was somehow in a woman’s body. A fertile woman, who was plump and pregnant, with curvaceous hips, a fat backside, huge round breasts, and the largest belly he had ever seen in his life.
But they were only dreams.
Chad tried to focus on the reality of whatever the hell was going on with his body.
He was sure he was imagining it, but he almost seemed shorter. Which was a ridiculous notion, because it didn’t seem possible. Additionally, his body was getting increasingly…bloated. And in awkward spots. He knew it was because of all the food he had been eating lately. Rina just loved to see him clean off his plates.
That evening, he headed over to her place. Chad was feeling particularly whaleish after stuffing down three bowls of fried rice with sweet sesame chicken.
In hindsight, Chad was regretting his indulgence, but it was hard to turn anything away when Rina was practically pleading with her big, beautiful eyes.
“You know what would be fun?” Rina said, crawling towards him on the couch, all cat-like.
Chad could think of quite a few things that would be extremely fun, even despite his visibly overpacked belly and its embarrassing gurgling tremors. He could make it work.
“What?” Chad countered softly, resting his hands on her round hips once she was straddling him.
“Pegging.”
It was not the answer Chad had been expecting. He stared at her for a shocked moment.
“It’ll be fun,” Rina went on, the palm of her hand trailing over his bloated belly, and then along his chest, which was decidedly softer than he would have preferred. Here was this beautiful woman, so clearly out of his league, and she wanted him. Sometimes that fact was surreal.
Chad opened his mouth but no words would seem to emerge. He frowned to himself, hesitated, then nodded. He’d try anything once.
Rina smiled. She got up, took his hand, and led him to her bedroom.
What followed was a plethora of bizarre sensations that left his head swimming in strange nostalgia. Rina’s strap-on was shockingly realistic, from its warmth to its texture. When Chad attempted to look back at it, Rina swatted him with her riding crop.
His skin tingled pleasantly.
“Mgghhh…ohhhh…” Chad groaned as the dildo proceeded, thick and long. It stretched him, as his face contorted and reddened. He felt rather strange, yet strangely comforted. Full. He felt it prodding inside of him. And weirdly, seeming to lengthen.
“You okay?” said Rina thickly once she was fully stretching him out.
Again, Chad could not seem to produce words. So he nodded.
Rina hummed approvingly, as she experimentally rocked her hips.
Chad grunted and buckled slightly. But then Rina’s hips twitched, and a shock of pleasure spread inside him, filling his tight gut. “Ohhhhh…” he breathed.
Rina’s long arms wrapped around him, her hands cradling his bloated midsection.
And then she started to thrust.
He didn’t know whether to be thrilled or disturbed, but the pleasure was all-consuming. His head swam as electric shocks rolled from his fingertips to his belly then back again. His body jiggled with each one of her forceful thrusts. He didn’t know how much time passed as he let her pound him into the couch cushions, but suddenly she was tensing up, pumping harder, and holding him tighter than ever. “Here…it…comes!” she grunted.
Something exploded inside of him. Which shouldn’t have been possible. Chad’s breath puffed out of his lungs as he felt himself filling. He didn’t understand. His head tilted back as he was assailed by pressure, his belly tightening painfully as his skin prickled and more reverberations of that weightiness pulsed through his abdomen.
He slumped, the two of them gasping for breath as they collapsed together on the mattress. The pressure was too much! Even when she pulled out, he knew that she had left him with something. He reached out to cup himself, his vision blurring.
Then everything went black.
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Chad woke up alone. Hours had passed. Groggily, he turned towards the delicious smell of…chocolate chip cookies? There was a mountain of them, piled on a large plate on Rina’s bedside table. Beside it was a note. Chad reached out and took it, unfolding the small piece of paper to quickly scan it with his eyes.
Had to head out. Talk later. Enjoy, Rina’s words practically commanded.
Chad groaned, feeling truly stuffed for some reason. As he recollected previous events, his eyes shot down to his abdomen. He propped himself up on his elbows as he stared down at himself.
His belly looked bigger and rounder than before. This large a size seemed beyond bloating. It was as though he had grown.
Yet he was certain he was imagining it. Because that’s not how anatomy worked. He had simply over-eaten. It had to be mere indigestion.
Gingerly, he reached down to cup the swell. As his hand made contact with his firm skin, he was hit by a barrage of images. Flashes of himself, looking obscenely large in the stomach, his body disfigured, looking as though it was pregnant. The images disturbed him. Chad tried to shake them off. Why did he keep imagining such insane things?
It was this house. And Rina. Something about it all was just messing with his head. Too much excitement. Chad had to get out of there. With a groan, he heaved himself up to a full sitting position, stunned by how much effort this took, and how inflexible his body suddenly felt.
Just before he could leave the room, his attention shifted back to the cookies.
It would be rude to not try one.
He ended up cleaning off the whole plate.
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When Chad headed back to his job at the auto repair shop a few days later, his uniform—comprised of a gray t-shirt and black pants—was certainly fitting him differently than before.
He found himself consistently tugging at the material of the shorts, trying to increase the coverage. It had gotten skin tight on him, as though it had shrunk. But Chad knew that wasn’t the case. He had grown larger.
The shirt rode up again, exposing a sliver of his bare midsection. Chad again gripped the hem, this time holding it in place, as he offered a grimace of a smile to the latest customer standing at the counter. “How can I help you?”
His coworkers would throw him odd looks whenever they passed. Chad was feeling terribly self-conscious, but he tried to focus on work.
And not on how visibly bloated his belly was, or the soft heaps of fat on his chest which could no longer qualify as pecs. He was starting to look like a total slob and really needed to make arrangements to get some bigger clothes.
Chad was also eating more than usual, quickly gobbling down the three egg-and-cheese sandwiches he had packed for his lunch. No matter how much he ate, his stomach still grumbled. This was getting weird. He was a mess. Sometimes his mind would wander, unable to focus for any prolonged period. Throughout the day he had to sit down for breaks whenever he could, his body heavy and lethargic. This just wasn’t him.
The bell on the counter chimed. The world came back into focus as Chad’s gaze locked on the very woman who might have been the source of all his current dilemas. “Rina.”
She smirked as she held up a large, greasy paper bag. “Thought I’d bring you lunch.”
Only moments later, the two were fervidly making out in a supply closet, Rina alternating between nibbling his bottom lip and stuffing greasy pizza rolls down his throat. He hadn’t managed to tell her that he’d already eaten. He didn’t think he could. His belly gurgled and he ate voraciously.
He knew this was madness, but he could never seem to get enough of her. He wondered what all this was. “Rina…” he started.
He felt a sharp swat to his backside, that somehow left both cheeks tingling. “Ohhh…” he groaned as his face heated. He hated that it felt so good. “I can’t—”
This time she swatted his chest, causing both his nipples to ache deliciously. He released a shuddering breath as the nubs distended, as if somehow growing more erect. Puffing out. Fuck, he thought, managing to refrain from speaking this time. He breathed heavily, lost at how any of this was possible. Just before he could delve too deeply into his puzzlement, another grease-dripping pizza roll was shoved between his lips.
As he struggled to eat, eager to please her and his insatiable appetite, Rina meticulously kissed down his soft chest and plump belly.
-
Chad was really slacking off.
On the occasions that he did manage to drag himself to the gym, he could barely do a full set before he was gasping for breath, sometimes wheezing as he hunched forward and clutched some stitch in his side.
The worst part was the way that other gym bros would stare at him. Knowing that he had gotten out of shape but being too polite to mention it. As Chad watched his peers tone and bulk up, he was just getting fatter. Not only had he developed a round belly and what some might classify as a small pair of tits, but his ass was getting bigger as well. He just looked disgusting.
“What happened, man?” asked Chad’s gym buddy, Pete, who was almost wincing as he gave Chad’s body a onceover.
“I met a girl,” Chad responded with a pained smile. “What can I say? She likes to keep me well fed.”
“The things we do for tail,” laughed Pete, nevertheless giving Chad a fist-bump.
Chad could not help the jealousy and sadness he felt whenever he looked at Pete’s muscular body. He decided at that moment that he wouldn’t bother with coming to the gym anymore. It was embarrassing and demoralizing. He was too tired to work out anyway.
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Chad knew he was getting unhealthy. He knew that his relationship with Rina was bad for him. Yet he just couldn’t seem to quit her.
He was at the tail end of another uncomfortable binging session. Today, Rina hadn’t even presented it under the guise of a meal. Chad had gobbled down three dozen cream-stuffed, icing-covered cupcakes, with no purpose other than to stuff himself.
By the time he was done, Chad felt sick. Rina smiled and hurried off to the next room. With a trembling hand, he lightly cupped his tight belly. His level of dizziness made him think he was on a sugar high. He winced at a stab of pain and pressure. Rina just kept pushing him farther and farther, and he didn’t know why he enjoyed it so much.
“You know what’s next,” called Rina’s voice as she stepped back into the living room wearing only her strap on.
Chad’s dick stirred.
This coupling was not like any other. Chad could feel a growing warmth building inside of him.
“Say it,” Rina ordered him once he was on the edge of completion.
Chad didn’t know what she was asking, but the response came naturally. He heard himself say, “B-breed…”
“Say it!” Rina repeated.
“Breed me!” Chad cried, her latest thrust causing pleasure to ricochet from his prostate to his weeping cock.
Rina tensed, and clutched him, and came in an unnatural release. Truly, nothing about this was normal. Not Rina, not the dildo, and not the way that she was pouring him, shooting straight up to his stomach. How? he wondered.
Her clawed hands clutched his belly just as something started to shove, shove inside of him. Chad arched, grunting out; something huge pushed into his body, his belly shuddering as he screamed. Rina covered his mouth. Chad’s small tits wobbled as they somehow got plumper, his nipples aching, and his belly bulging; forcefully shoving forward.
He collapsed to his side, panting and feeling stunned as he cradled his swell. He truly did look pregnant now.
“I knew you’d come around,” said Rina as she caught her breath.
“What?” Chad croaked, his skin prickling. His abdomen tightened another notch. He yelped as his belly button popped out. Dazed, he looked back up at Rina.
She smiled sweetly down at him. “Chad, I think it’s finally time for you to remember.”
