All characters are well over 18, and utterly fictional. Trigger warnings for consensual non consent, erotic misgendering, pregnancy play (of a type), and MDLB/MDLG elements. I am aware this is "unrealistic"; it's meant to be.
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The soft woosh of the water running through the hose trailing from the bathroom shower stall to the bed is barely audible over the huffing and whining of the slender, blue eyed brunette boy in whose ass the other end is buried, the length of silvery plastic and rubber pumping cold water deep into his guts.
"Huff...Mommy, please...please, please stop..." Matthew whimpers, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. His hands rub over his expanding belly in an attempt to soothe the horrible ache growing in his guts, the once-loose cheerleader skirt and schoolgirl shirt (tied to expose his belly) that She had forced him to put on squeezing him. His stomach was starting to cramp, pushed out and painfully tight, his cock hard and throbbing, flush against his rounded lower belly. He's crying, arching his back and taking quick gasps of air as it becomes hard to breathe. "Oh god Mommy please stop! Im so full!"
"You can take a little more." His domme's voice is dark, silky, and he pants as She steps closer, all wide hips and long red hair that framed a soft, gentle seeming face. Her hands came down on his belly, pressing and kneading lightly. "Just a little more for me, okay?"
"No Mommy! I can't, I can't!" Matthew started to cry, writhing and trying to escape her relentless, pressing hands, tears streaming down his face. "It hurts, I'm gonna burst!"
"Just a bit more," She soothes, pressing hard on the sides of his belly and kissing his chest, chuckling darkly as he jerks away from the pressure with a sickly, watery groan as his cock practically spasms with pleasure. After a few extra seconds of flow, She relented, popping into the bathroom to shut the water off.
Matthew continued to writhe and cry, rubbing his sore, distended belly and pulling pitifully at the skirts waistband, which was now cutting into his bloated, pregnant looking stomach.
His breath continued to come in little gasps, and he tried and failed to unbutton the skirt, crying as his fingers dug painfully into his belly. "Mommy! Mommyyyyy..."
"Aw, is your uniform too tight sweetie? Did Mommy's naughty baby go and get knocked up and now her skirt doesn't fit?" She giggles, the sound sending a shockwave through him, his cock leaking as much from her tone as her words.
"N-noooo," he whines, tossing his head frantically. "I'm not a girl, I'm not pregnant!"
"Mommy's silly, slutty little girl got all knocked up, and now her sweet little tummy is all round and tight," She continues, ignoring his protests as she begins playing with the hose still in his ass, fucking him with it. He lets out a high pitched cry, cock twitching hard as she drags it over his prostate. "I warned you not to let those nasty boys from the bar fuck your sensitive little pussy."
"Y-you made me fuck them!" he cries quietly, hips bucking, gasping deeper as the head of his cock rubs against his belly. "Oh god, please Mommy, please let me- AH! Ah!!! Mommy no!" He clutches the sheets, crying and clenching with all his strength as Mommy pulls the hose free of him. Almost immediately, she was pushing something else into him: a sleek, pink plug attached to a small hand operated air pump. Ignoring his babbling pleas, She begins squeezing the bulb, the plug rapidly swelling to the size of a lemon. She tugged it twice, still ignoring Matthews whimpering and pleading, but it didn't budge; no chance of leaks or of the plug popping loose. "Oh god! So big! It's so big!"
"I know, my silly girl just cant resist huge cocks. And now you're pregnant, poor thing...my girls tummy is all full and aching..." She's back to kneading his stomach, and he yowls, trying to twist away from Her hands.
"Mommy please!" Matt cries, his hips bucking, driving his cock against his belly under his skirt. Between the ache and pressure in his overfilled guts, the huge plug filling his ass, and the way his cock was rubbing against his stomach, he felt like he was going insane from the sensations.
"Uh oh, Babygirl is all wet and needy!" She chuckles, wrapping Her hand loosely around his cock, running Her thumb over the head and making him moan. "Mommy can fix that for you."
She crawls onto the bed with him, trailing kisses over his swollen stomach.
"Oh, fuuuuuck," Matt groans, hands clutching the sheets as She undoes his skirt and pulls it down off him, Her lips ghosting over his cock. She pulls back and he lets out a whine of frustration, reaching for Her but stopping just short of actually grabbing Her.
She swings a leg over his thighs and crawls forward, positioning Herself just over his cock, teasing the head. She uses Her hands to spread Herself, and sinks down slowly on his cock, until Her clit was pressed firmly against his swollen belly, cock fully sunk into Her.
"OH FUCK! Fuck! Mommy! Oh, fuck!" Matthew pants, shaking and writhing, thrusting desperately up into Her.
"Ohhhh, god," She groans, pressing down on his belly and starting to ride him. He howls and thrashes under Her, and She moans. "Good Girl...Mommy's pregnant little slut is gonna make her cum..."
