The New Neighbor Next Door

Spoilers & super descriptive tags: This fiction story is written from a female point of view with a male partner both in their 30s and includes a consensual break-in, role-playing a house intruder, mild consensual drugs (muscle relaxers), possessive partner, check-ins, tied to a bed, kissing, nipple clamps/suction, anal plugs, vaginal stretching, nipple stretching, and talk of breeding, lactating, getting pregnant. Ends with a little aftercare.

Unrealistic themes for the sake of horniness: There is talk of lactation before birth and the main character is stretched faster than realistically possible.

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I woke from my impromptu afternoon nap with a start, having heard a noise downstairs. My eyes were sluggish to respond, so I propped myself on my elbow to scan my room. Seeing nothing, I flopped back down and sighed in relief as my muscles relaxed. My limbs felt like I was wading through mud, and my mind was groggy. I probably woke up mid-sleep cycle, and my body struggled to catch up. Probably.

I turned my head to the left, felt the cool pillow against my cheek, and breathed in the scent of my fabric softener with a contented sigh. My covers were tangled around my thick thighs and squishy waist, but I was comfortable and warm. I had stripped off my jeans and t-shirt and put on a flowing black tank top and sleep shorts before falling into the midday nap. My eyes drifted closed again and I let my mind wander back to the memory my dreams were reliving from meeting my new neighbor this morning...

***

I smoothed the front of my colorful sundress, grabbed the basket of homemade baked goods I had spent all morning baking, and headed out the door. It was a warm spring morning. The sun was hot against my skin, and I knew today would be a good day.

Yesterday I had watched in rapt fascination as my new neighbor carried moving boxes from the U-Haul to his house. It was a hot day so by midmorning he had taken his shirt off, and the sweat shined like tiny diamonds against his light brown skin, and soft, but clearly defined, muscular upper body. I watched him run a hand through his curly black hair and wondered what he did for a living; if he had a wife (he wasn't wearing a ring), and what his hobbies were. I wanted to know all I could about my new handsome neighbor.

Today I was determined to stop ogling from afar and introduce myself. I walked across my lawn to his and approached the door. I hoped I hadn't come too early, he was probably still unboxing and had everything in a mess. Maybe I could offer my help? Surely that's a good excuse to be here that early. I sighed, put on a small smile, and rang the doorbell.

I heard the muted rustling of bubble wrap and boxes, and then an eye peeked out from the side window. His eyes crinkled slightly from an unseen smile, and the door opened. My neighbor grinned and seemed to look me up and down as I did the same to him: he had ruffled curly hair that fell about chin length, a freshly shaven face, and was wearing comfortable grey sweatpants and a blue t-shirt with a company logo printed on the top left. His face was flushed from unpacking and his feet were bare. Oh dear, I definitely interrupted his morning unpacking.

Pushing the thought aside, I smiled and talked too fast, "Hi! I'm your next-door neighbor, Sarah. You're probably busy, but I wanted to drop off a little housewarming gift. You know, a few snacks while you're getting your bearings and all that."

He smiled back, "No, no, you're fine! I'm Ben. Come on in." Ben gestured me inside pushing aside a small pile of bubble wrap. "The previous homeowners told me that the neighborhood was very friendly, it's one of the reasons I decided on this house even though it's a little big for just me. I used to live in the city, and no one talked to each other there. Not exactly the place where I imagined myself settling down."

Ben led me through the maze of boxes to the kitchen and I set the basket down on the center island. I sat on a bar stool, "Yeah, the Smiths were so kind. They were the ones to introduce me to the neighborhood when I moved into my grandmother's house next door. They moved to be closer to their grandbabies."

"How sweet! This is a beautiful house; they took good care of it." Ben gestured towards the basket, "This looks delicious. Are those blueberry muffins?"

"Yes, and a loaf of banana bread to the right. My grandmother gave me her recipe book before she passed away." I said.

"Oh, so you inherited the house?" He asked.

"Yep. Just me and my cat."

We spent the next hour in easy conversation about our lives and jobs. Ben worked as a project manager for a big law firm but was tired of city life. At 31 years old, he felt he needed a change as he had lived in the same apartment since he was 20. He requested permanent work from home so he could move, and they agreed to it if he came into the office once a year. Some of his friends had moved to this town a couple of years ago to settle down and have kids, and they talked about how great this little town was, so he decided to join them.

An hour later the conversation started to dwindle, and Ben leaned towards me, "Sooo... do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?"

I blushed and shook my head, "Nope. After my last failed relationship, I gave the whole dating thing a rest. I honestly thought I was going to marry her, but things can change in the blink of an eye..."

I looked down, frowning at my shoes. I didn't like to think about Mary. We had a good thing, and she ruined it by cheating on me. Three years down the drain.

"Ugh, people can really suck sometimes. I'm also recovering from a breakup, but we ended things on good terms. We had turned into different people, and it was time." He looked away for a moment, then turned back with a smirk, "So, I'm curious, and forgive my forwardness but I want to see if we are on the same page here. We're both in our 30s, single, know what we want in life, are relatively established in our jobs and hobbies, and you are so fucking adorable I almost ate you up on my doorstep... Would you be interested in me?"

My face flushed and I thought about all my fantasies yesterday about this man. I nodded, looking away from him, "Yeah, I am. Yesterday I kind of ...uh, this is embarrassing but... I watched you from my kitchen window all day."

Ben grinned, "Oh yeah? Did you like what you saw?"

I blushed again and nodded.

Ben walked around the counter behind me and whispered in my ear, "And did you do anything about it?"

My breath hitched as I turned my head towards him and whispered, "Yes."

"Tell me."

"I lay in bed that night and thought about your body on top of mine, pinning me to the bed while you made me yours. Shaping me into the perfect wife. Making me come undone at the touch of your fingertips."

"More. Be descriptive."

"I used my largest dildo, hoping you were as big as the outline in your pants, and took my time stretching myself out until I could take the entire dildo inside me. Then I left it there and rubbed my clit, pretending it was your fingers until I came and imagined you filling me with your seed..."

"Mmmmm..." He brushed the hair off my neck and kissed my skin. "That sounds like a lovely time, Sarah. I would like nothing more than to see you carrying my child in your soft belly. And your hips... So wide and perfect."

Ben rested his hands on my hips, and I shivered. His voice was so deliciously deep that I practically oozed at his declaration of lust.

"Sarah... I have a proposition if you'd be interested... "

***

I rocked my hips, reliving the memory, and moved my hand down between my legs. After our conversation and, honest to God, a

written and signed

agreement detailing what we could and couldn't do to each other, our safe words (mine is blueberry), what is expected of each other, exit clauses, and more, I headed back home and tried to focus on household chores. It would only be an hour or so before the muscle relaxers Ben gave me would kick in, but I needed to keep myself busy while I waited. Eventually, while folding laundry, I felt the first wave of exhaustion and went to lie down. I changed into a comfortable tank top and shorts before crawling into bed and drifted into a dreamy half-sleep, reliving the morning's events in my head wondering what Ben would do first.

I thought I heard another sound outside my bedroom door when I suddenly heard a voice behind me, "Hello little neighbor."

My eyes shot open, but my body wouldn't respond. A wave of panic rolled over my body but quickly morphed into desire. This was the beginning of what we had discussed. I shivered with anticipation and settled back to accepting my role, "Whoa... what the... fuck?"

Ben grinned, "I knew you'd be perfect the moment you stopped by earlier with your cute basket of goods and fuckable sundress. I can't wait to see you in that same sundress heavy with my child, tits full of milk, and holes plugged up ..."

My eyes widened as he reached over my shoulder and maneuvered my body to lay flat on my back. I pulled back against his grip, surprised by how strong the muscle relaxers were. My muscles practically refused to respond. I felt so submissive and vulnerable, ready for the taking. Ready for my neighbor to use me.

"There we go... Beautiful." Ben patted my belly as if I was choosing to cooperate and bent down to dig through his duffle bag. A black duffle bag. He was really playing the part of an intruder, and I fucking loved it. I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to focus on getting my muscles to move when I suddenly felt a cool leather cuff strapped to my wrist. I sucked in a small breath as the cuff was buckled, brought up to the top corner of my bed, and latched onto the frame. I feebly jerked against the restraint and tried to grab the cuff with my other hand, but my body wouldn't turn enough to reach it. I was vaguely aware of Ben moving slowly to the other side of the bed with a smirk on his face, like watching me struggle to free myself was the funniest thing he's seen all week.

Just as my fingertips brushed the metal of the buckle, I felt Ben grab my wrist and pull it towards him. I whimpered as he strapped the leather cuff on my wrist and latched it to the bed frame. With both arms bound to the bed plus the drugs coursing through me, my body was ripe for the taking and I had no escape. I shivered thinking about how vulnerable I must look to Ben: soft, voluptuous, and fertile.

"There we go," Ben smiled and looked over my body, a look of satisfaction on his face. "Now for some fun. I love these cute little shorts on you, but they have to go sadly."

"Wha...what? Nooo, leave me alone... Get... Get out of my house." I weakly pulled against the restraints.

Ben reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of scissors. I froze as the cold metal grazed the skin of my shoulder as he cut the shoulder straps of my tank top and bra in two swift snips.

"Hey..." I protested but Ben pressed a finger to my lips.

"Don't worry you're pretty little head; I'll buy you replacements once you're full of my seed."

I pouted and my eyes locked onto his honey irises. He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine, "Don't worry, Sarah. I'm not going to do anything to you that you can't handle..."

Ben kissed me softly, slowly building in intensity until I felt his tongue invade me and I moaned, gladly accepting the taste. Our mouths were connected in a dance of minty tongues, moans escaping both our lips and I craved to hear it more. I wanted to hold his body against me, to feel the definition of his muscles, but that would ruin the roleplay. I loved being bound and unable to take over. Helpless.

He pulled away with a smile and walked to the foot of the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor giving me a fantastic view of his soft abs and toned biceps. Next were his jeans until he stood before me in dark silk boxers that barely contained his hard cock. I bit my lip and tried to press my legs together against the growing heat at my core.

I groaned in frustration, "Please... no. I promise... I won't call the cops... if you just leave! Please..."

He rolled his eyes and bent over me, grabbing my shorts and pulling them down to reveal my faded blue panties. I tried to twist out of his grip, but my tired legs barely managed to shift a few inches. Throwing my shorts to the floor, he moved on and pulled down my tank top until I was lying in front of him in my underwear. My bra was a similar faded blue color but clearly not a matching set. Ben didn't seem to care that it wasn't lingerie as he wrapped his hands around my soft waist and rubbed my skin with his thumbs.

I shook my head and pleaded, "Please..."

He ignored me, "Blue looks great on you," he leaned down and pressed a light kiss to my stomach. "Beg all you want, Sarah. I'm going to ruin and breed you no matter what you say."

I pulled weakly against the restraints as Ben continued kissing down my body, grabbing my panties as he went, and trailed kisses down my right leg. I strained to pull my legs up against the ticklish kisses but only managed to spread them. Ben's eye lit up and he gently caressed the inside of my leg before throwing my panties to the floor.

He moved towards the bedside, leaned over me with the scissors, and pulled the center of my bra up before snipping it in half. Using both hands, he slowly reached under each cup to palm my breasts for a moment before sliding my bra out from under me and tossing it to the floor. I was completely bare for him now, lying face-up on my bed with my arms bound to the frame, naked and vulnerable.

"Please...." I asked.

Ben took a step back and drank in the sight of my body, "Now this... This is perfect. You are perfect, Sarah. So soft... so thick... so breedable..."

My face flushed and I tried again to pull my legs up to cover myself. I managed to twist my hips to the side and get my knees pulled up before my strength gave out. Ben stared with an amused look in his eyes, trailed a light fingertip along the curve of my hip, and then brought his lips down and sucked my areola and nipple into his mouth. I gasped and writhed as I felt his tongue circle and flick my nipple. He moaned into my skin, tasting the bud with long strokes of his tongue. My back arched as Ben pulled back while sucking hard until my nipple popped free. It stung in the cool air. He pushed my body back to lay flat and switched sides, giving my other breast the same treatment as he kneaded the reddened bud of the other. After a few minutes, he again sucked hard while pulling back until a loud pop freed my nipple. I shivered in reverence of the satisfying, sharp pain, and I wished he would do it again.

Ben spoke in a whisper near my ear, "Now imagine that but with your tits full of milk and belly round with my child."

My eyes widened, "Please... no..."

"Please, what?" He smirked.

I closed my eyes and spoke quietly, "I don't... want...."

He pressed a finger to my lips, "Shh... Be patient, Sarah."

Ben leaned over to dig around in his bag and after a moment, pulled out nipple clamps with little balls hanging from each. He wiggled them in front of me before dragging them down my chest to let me feel them. I whimpered as I realized that the balls were heavy.

Ben spoke up at my expression, "We need these nipples nice and long so they're ready to be milked in a few months."

I shook my head as he bent over and attached the first to my right nipple. I squeezed my eyes shut as it clamped around the sensitive bud. The weight was still in his palm. Ben waited for me to open my eyes again and look at him before letting the weight drop. I whined and shut my eyes again. God, it was heavy, my nipple burned at the stretch. I wondered if the clamp would fall off from the weight of it, but I knew it was clamped on tight. Ben leaned over and did the same to my other nipple, attaching the clamp before letting the weight fall. I was breathing heavily now, every rise and fall of my chest jostled the nipple weights— a constant reminder.

Ben cupped my breasts again, "Beautiful..."

He ran his thumbs over my pinched nipples a few times, staring into my eyes to watch me jolt and moan at the sensation before leaning in for a kiss. I met his mouth with frantic kisses, but his lips would not yield, instead giving me methodically slow kisses until I matched his pace. His hands traveled lower, grasping my waist tightly before trailing to my hips. He used one hand to spread my legs while the other explored between them. Starting at the top of my folds, he slowly circled my clit a few times, relishing the way my body jerked. I was so sensitive I could hardly stand it.

His fingers explored lower, "Mm, so wet for me..."

He slid a single finger into me and brought it back out to wet my clit. Combined with the slow kisses, he continued this onslaught of pleasure: dipping one finger into me before coming back out to circle my clit, and then heading back in. I trembled, the sensations almost too much to bear. I started feeling the build of an orgasm when he pulled away suddenly. I whined and then moaned loudly as he teased my nipples lightly before standing back up.

"Now, now, Sarah, we can't let your nipples have all the fun, can we?" Ben reached back down into his bag and pulled out a rather large metal speculum and a tapered butt plug.

My eyes widened, "Please... I promise I'll...I'll leave and never come back... just let me go."

Ben shook his head and lubed up the butt plug, "Now Sarah, you know I can't do that. I can't pass up this opportunity to make you mine..." Ben leaned in, out of character, to add, "I remember you saying you didn't have much practice with butt plugs, so I'll go slow. Take a deep breath and relax, Sarah."

My core tightened as he said my name. I took a deep breath and as I exhaled, I felt Ben push the plug into my puckered hole. He was methodically slow, and I felt my hole burn momentarily as the widest part of the plug slid inside until I felt the flared base snug against me. I felt so full! He rubbed my inner thighs for a moment, taking a moment to praise me before lubing up the speculum. "Another deep breath, Sarah."

I did was I was told again as I felt Ben spread my folds with one hand and guide the speculum in with the other. I sucked in a breath as the cold metal touched my core. After a moment, it bottomed out and I sighed. I felt the speculum pushing against the internal wall where the butt plug resided, and every slight movement of my hips reminded me of how full I was.

Ben smiled at me and winked, "Perfect fit! Well, for now, anyways... I'm going to measure how wide you are."

"What...?" I balked.

I felt my folds opening as Ben twisted the speculum knob a few turns, "I'm measuring how wide your pussy can spread before I ruin it."

Ben cranked the knob a few more times and I whimpered at the burning stretch. He moved to whisper in my ear, "I'm going to stretch you out so wide that no normal cock will ever be able to fit inside you again, not even mine, but you'll be the perfect size to hold my stroker. You're going to be perfect. I'm going to stretch you so wide that childbirth will be a breeze. I can't wait to breed you and fill you with my seed. What do you think about that, Sarah?"

My body was shaking with desire, but I tried to thrash around, "NO!"

Ben grabbed my face and pulled at a nipple weight, "Don't make me restrain your legs too. You know you're too weak to escape anyways."

I froze, whining, and breathing heavily. Every breath tugged more on the nipple weight he had in his hand. After a moment, Ben released me and moved back down between my legs, "Looks like you're a little under 2 inches wide... I can't wait to see what it'll be later."