The Neighbor Agreement

Chapter 10.

When I got home, I rushed through the airport to get to Grace. She hadn't gotten a new phone yet, apparently, so I still hadn't called her.

To my surprise, Frank and Grace were standing by the arrivals to greet me. Grace ran up to me and hugged me.

Grace: "Baby! I missed you so much!" She said and kissed me.

Frank: "Hey buddy!"

Me: "Hey...Grace, I need to tell you something..."

Grace: "Wait...me first. I've got amazing news!"

Me: "What....?"

Grace: "Aron....I'm pregnant!" She said and threw her arms in the air from joy, causing her big breasts to jostle up and down.

Frank stood behind her, all smiles.

Me: "What??"

Grace: "I just took a test yesterday. Isn't that amazing?! We're gonna have a little baby! Aren't you excited?"

Me: "Grace...it's Franks baby! Why would I be excited about that?! And...I have to tell you something, I met Felicity on the trip. She told me that Frank had planned to impregnate you all along. He switched out your birth control pills! Felicity was never his wife! It was all lies!"

People in the airport were starting to stare at us.

Grace: "I know, baby, calm down. Frank explained everything to me after we got back from the trip."

Me: "HE...he did?"

Grace: "I'm not gonna lie...I was pretty mad at him at first, but then I came to understand. And I hope you will, too."

Me: "Understand what? He paid Felicity to trick us into getting you into bed with him, and now he's swapped out your birth control to get you pregnant with his child! It's twisted, and sick!"

Grace: "And he only did that because Frank has never had any children of his own. He knew that he couldn't just ask somebody to give birth to and raise his child, so he did what he did out of necessity. I was so angry at him at first, but after thinking about it, I'm taking care of his seed in my belly, and I am going to become a mother. Aron, it feels wonderful just thinking about it. I want this, and Frank just helped me realize it."

Frank: "Grace is such a perfect woman, Aron. I told her everything and she still wants to have my baby."

Grace smiled and kissed Frank in front of everybody, and then she kissed me.

Grace: "Come on, baby, let's go home. We'll talk some more."

Later, when we got home, we sat down in Frank's lounge. Frank and Grace sat opposite me, holding hands. Grace seemed empathetic, squeezing Frank's hands and looking concerned for him.

Frank: "So...Aron. I'd like to explain to you why I did what I did. I hope by the end, you'll have forgiven me. I really do. There's something more you need to know about me."

Me: "What? What more lies could there possibly be?"

Frank: "Aron...I have cancer."

Me: "What?"

My anger already soothed a little. He was dying?

Frank pulled out some scans from a bag next to him, and laid them on the table.

Frank took a deep breath, a slight tremor in his voice.

"It's... well, it's still a bit hard to talk about. They say it's... incurable. They gave me, optimistically, maybe six years. But it could be less."

He looks down at his hands, squeezing Grace's for support

"It's a lot to process, you know? One minute you're making plans for the future, and the next... it feels like the future has been snatched away. There's so much I wanted to do, so much I haven't seen yet..."

He looked up, meeting my gaze.

"I'm trying to be strong, but some days... some days it just feels impossible. The fear, the uncertainty... it's overwhelming."

I was taken aback. I believed him with my whole heart. He was so genuine.

Me: "I don't know what to say..."

Frank: "Look, there's no excuse. What I did was... unforgivable. I was selfish, desperate... I let my own fear and my desire to leave something of myself behind cloud my judgment. I manipulated the situation, and I took advantage of your girlfriend's trust. There's no justifying that."

He paused, struggling to find the words

"The truth is, I was terrified. Facing my own mortality... it made me want to cling to something, anything, that would prove I existed, that I mattered. I know that's no excuse for hurting someone else, but... it's the only explanation I can offer."

"I know I've caused you both immense pain, and I'm truly sorry. I'll understand if you can't forgive me, but I hope you can believe that I never intended to hurt anyone. I was just... lost."

Grace: "Oh Frank...It's... it's been hard. Really hard. To be angry, to feel betrayed... and then to find out about... about your diagnosis. It changes things."

Me: "I still feel so angry about this, Frank. This is unforgivable. We should get an abortion..."

Grace: "This baby... it's innocent in all of this. And maybe... maybe it's a chance for something good to come from something so painful. A part of Frank to live on, a reminder of... of the time we had. It's not a justification, but it's a starting point. We can figure this out, together."

Frank: "Thank you Grace, you're an angel, truly. I hope you understand me now, Aron."

Me: "I do...but this is still so fucked. But I'm starting to understand the desperation behind it."

Frank: "There's more...those drugs I've been injecting you with...it wasn't Trenbolone, or Testosterone. It was Estrogen, the female hormone."

Me: "WHAT?!"

Frank: "I've been chemically castrating you so that I could make sure Grace would get pregnant with only my baby. Sorry..."

Grace: "Oh...Frank..."

Me: "This explains why I've been feeling so weird! And gotten weaker!"

Frank: "Yeah...do I regret it? Perhaps. But not enough to change what I've done. I have a limited time left, and I won't waste it on apologies. I will focus on what matters: ensuring that a part of me lives on."

Grace: "I think that's healthy. We'll move on from this, okay Aron?"

Me: "Okay?! I want off of that stuff!"

Frank: "Are you sure? You're already on it, and besides, wouldn't it be easier for everyone involved if you stayed on it? No more conflict, no more resentment. Just acceptance and cooperation as we navigate this unexpected journey together."

He offers a reassuring smile.

"This isn't about control, it's about harmony. We're creating a family now, and that requires compromise. Staying on the estrogen is a small sacrifice for the greater good, wouldn't you agree?"

Grace takes my hand: "Honey, I know this is... unconventional. And I was angry, hurt, at first. But he's right. This isn't just about us anymore."

A soft smile graces her lips.

"This baby... it deserves a stable, loving environment. And honestly, lately... you haven't been the easiest person to be around."

She gently squeezed my hand, her voice softening.

"The estrogen... maybe it could help. Calm things down, make you less reactive. It wouldn't be forever, just until the baby comes and we figure things out."

Me: "No...I don't want it...it stops now..."

Frank sighed: "Suit yourself."

After we got home, Grace and I talked some more, alone.

Me: "I....can't believe you're pregnant with our neighbors baby..."

Grace: "Me neither....but I took five tests...I'm definitely pregnant, and...well...we know it's not yours...."

Me: "No...that's for sure..."

Grace: "I was angry at first, but then I got this crazy maternal instinct that kicked in. I realized that I want to wake up to a house full of children, and cook for them all some breakfast before sending them off to school. I want big christmases filled with joy and laughter. But of course I knew that we weren't ready for a baby just yet. I needed to finish my studies, and you needed to cement yourself in your career. Things just weren't stable enough yet."

Me: "And now...?"

Grace: "You gotta understand, I had fully put that dream to the side for some time, to give us some time to settle in our lives. But then this thing with Frank started...which was super, super fun, and all, but when he came inside me for that first time while you watched, my need to become a mother kicked into high gear again. I couldn't get enough of feeling Frank cum inside of me. Everytime he did, I would imagine that I wasn't on birth control, he was impregnating me, and I was going to be a mother. It made the sex that much better, and the fantasy grew into something real."

So that's why everytime Frank came inside of Grace, she would put on this glazed look on her face, where her eyes nearly rolled back in her skull.

Me: "That's..."

Grace: "It's a win-win, Aron. Frank said he would financially support us with everything we need, just as long as we're raising his baby. That means we could afford much nicer things around here, I wouldn't have to complete my degree, and you wouldn't have to work so hard."

At this point, I had a choice. Either stay with Grace and raise Frank's baby, or leave Grace and be alone for god knows how long.I was afraid that I would never find a girl like Grace again, and I would be a fifty year old loner loser living in a rental basement with a shared bathroom.

So I stayed.

Chapter 11.

I was too brainwashed after literally months of gaslighting, emotional manipulation, and injections of brain-altering, hormonal drugs to see that there was no going back to any semblance of a normal life after this.

Frank had set things up in such a genius way. It's impressive now that I can look back at it in hindsight. He paid Grace two thousand dollars a week, which was way more than what I got paid at work, but was less than nothing to him. With the money, the fact that he was the father of her unborn baby, and his big cock, Grace never gave him any resistance when he wanted to fuck her pregnant pussy.

And, to tell you the truth, neither did I.

It felt pointless to complain that the father of her unborn baby couldn't have sex with her whenever he wanted. Grace didn't have to work, or study, anymore, so she really just stayed at home and attended her hobbies.

She painted.

She went shopping in our new car.

She bought fancy furniture.

She bought new expensive cooking equipment.

She bought sexy lingeire to wear while Frank fucked her.

Frank would come over anytime he wanted, and fuck my pregnant girlfriend, who just waited there for him.

He would come by in the mornings, climb into bed with her, and I would be woken by the bed shaking back and forth as he fucked more of his cum into Grace.

Walking in on them became a regular occurrence. They'd fuck anywhere, no holds barred. Often, Grace and I would be watching a movie. Frank would join us, and before I knew it, Grace was straddling his waist with his cock balls deep in her pussy, right next to me. I couldn't even enjoy the movie because of the moans. They'd even disrupt me when I was working from home. I couldn't focus on my work when my neighbor was fucking my girlfriend in his hot tub, in full view of me.

While I was looking out the window at Grace's large, wet, pregnant breasts swaying with the force of Frank's thrusts in the hot tub, I reminisced about the old days. Gone were the days when Grace and I would just go over to our neighbors house to eat dinner, chat, and join them in the hot tub. Gone were the days of Grace being shy around Frank, and restraining herself. I recalled when she accidentally put her mouth on Frank's cock for the first time. She felt so bad, and said it would never happen again.

Now, she gets creampied by Frank at least once a day. So much so, in fact, that she had to get checked by a doctor for her PH-balance in her vagina. The amount of cum she was taking inside of her actually required medication to sustain. But she took it without complaint, after all, Frank was financing her lifestyle, and fulfilling her desire to become a mother.

As the months went on, Graces belly became larger, and larger as Frank's seed grew inside of her, turning into a fully fledged baby. If anything, Grace became even hornier than before, and she started to seek Frank out to scratch her aching pussy with his manly, thick cock. She'd stay over at his house more than not, and have morning sex with him. She'd wake him up by straddling him, resting her pregnant belly on his muscular abdomen. He would instantly get hard just by seeing her extremely pregnant body. Her breasts had gotten much, much bigger as they filled with milk, and her belly had stretched to the point her belly button had become an outie. Then, she'd swallow his cock up with her pussy and rock, slowly, back and forth until they both came.

Eventually, Frank and Grace invited me to join them at a rooftop restaurant, and told me to dress nicely. When I got there, I saw that the place was empty, save for a single table at the best spot. Frank had paid for the entire restaurant.

At that restaurant, after we had eaten four courses, Frank stood up, and pulled something from his pocket.

Frank: "Grace...these past months have been just...absolutely amazing....beyond words."

Grace just smiled, rubbing her pregnant belly, like she knew what was happening.

Frank: "You're the perfect girl for me to have lots and lots of babies with, and you're going to be a great mother. So please, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Frank got on one knee, and opened a small box with his hands, revealing a large sparkling diamond ring inside.

Me: "You got to be fucking kidding me..."

Grace: "Oh Frank....!"

She paused.

Grace: "Yes! I will! Yes!"

The wait staff all got in line and clapped, smiling. We were the only people in the restaurant, so they were all focused on us. I felt so embarrassed that my cheeks felt like they were on fire, and there was a black hole in the bottom of my stomach. I wanted to disappear right the second Frank slipped the engagement ring on my girlfriends finger.

This was it, right? Grace just effectively broke up with me by agreeing to marry our 50 year old neighbor Frank, the father of her child.

Well...

After a long kiss with Frank, Grace turned to me and pulled something out of her purse. It was another box, slightly larger than the one Frank gave Grace.

Grace: "Aron...I know what you're thinking baby...and we don't want you to think we've forgotten about you..."

Frank: "Truth be told...we planned this a little ahead, and we wanted to surprise you. Hehe..."

Grace got on one knee in front of my chair, which was hard for her. Frank stood behind me, and put his heavy paws on my shoulders.

Me: "What the fu..."

Frank squeezed my shoulders. Hard.

Grace: "Aron...while I am the perfect mate for Frank, you are the perfect boyfriend for me, and you always have been. I can't imagine my life without you there. The family I'm about to give birth to would be incomplete without you."

Frank: "And I can not imagine a better step father for my children than you, Aron. You've been such a patient and...forgiving...man."

Grace: "Would you do us the honor of becoming our....cuckold co-parent?"

Grace opened the box, revealing a new chastity cage...and a matching ring. The cage and ring were a pink rose gold, giving them a feminine hue. Inscribed on the cage were the words: "PUSSY FREE", and on the ring: "PROUD CUCKOLD"

There was silence in the restaurant. The wait staff didn't know what to do, and just awkwardly clapped very silently and out of rhythm, shuffling in place like they wanted to leave.

Me: "Uhm...uh...I...I am not wearing that....There's no way I'm letting people see me wearing a ring that says that on it..."

Frank: "Buddy, I hate to break it to you, but people already know that you're a cuckold..."

Me: "What?"

Frank: "You have more than one neighbor, Aron. People have come to me with complaints about...noises coming from the hot tub. Old Lady McGillicuddy, the eighty year old bag across the street, informed the Homeowner's Association about...indecent exposure of a young, blond haired girl over at Frank Baron's house."

Me: "That could be anyone..."

Frank: "Aron, the Homeowners association is stupid, but not that stupid. After those reports kept coming in, people started watching. They've seen me coming over to your house, and Grace coming over to mine. By now, seeing Grace pregnant, they've put two and two together. They know. And if they know, the whole town knows."

Me: "Oh my god...that's why people have been so weird to me at work..."

Grace had gotten up, sat down on a chair, and left the box on the table.

Grace: "I've also been getting very mean stares and people talking behind my back all around town. I talked to Frank about it, and we came up with this solution."

Frank: "The sad truth is that Grace's reputation around town is that she's a cheating slut whose boyfriend is too stupid to notice she got impregnated by their neighbor."

Grace: "We think that by marrying before the baby is born, people will stop saying I'm a slut....because I'm not..."

Frank: "And if you wear the ring, publicly, and proudly, people will stop thinking you're a stupid, beta soy boy whose girlfriend got impregnated by another man right under his nose."

Me: "But...that is what happened..."

Frank: "Nobody can really prove that, but if you wear the ring, people can plainly see that you are a proud cuckold, who consented to me impregnating Grace. Hell, we can even tell people it was your idea in the first place."

Grace: "That's great, actually. If we tell everyone that Aron has a cuckold pregnancy fetish, and that I only did this for his benefit, my image turns from a cheating slut to an attentive, albeit submissive girlfriend, and now wife of the man who fathered her children."

Me: "And my reputation...one of a man who sook out his 50 year old neighbor to repeatedly have sex with and then eventually impregnate his gorgeous, heavy chested, 22 year old girlfriend. It doesn't sound great to me."

Frank: "Granted...you'd be getting the short end of the stick here. But you would really be doing it for Grace. Think about it, in a few short months, she's going to give birth to my child, and she will be outcast from all the mom groups. She won't be able to make friends with anyone, and the child will also be outcast. No parent would want them in their house."

Grace: "But if we attack this thing together, we can make this work. Convince people that we're normal people..."

Mind you, there was absolutely nothing normal about anything that was taking place at that table. I know that now.

Me: "Okay...I'll wear the ring for you, Grace..."

Grace: "Thank you baby! Thank you! Ohhh I am sooo happy!"

She took the ring, and slipped it on my finger.

Frank: "I knew you would come about, see, didn't I tell you Grace? You're doing a good thing, no...a great thing for

It looked so effite, I felt embarrassed about it already. Desperate to claw back some masculinity, I spoke up about the cage.

Me: "But I see no reason for the cage, I'm not wearing that..."

Frank: "Ah...yeah...about that. We need to convince our nosy neighbors that what we're saying with all this...is actually true. And the way we do that, Grace?"

Grace: "Is by actually doing it." She said and put a weird frown on her face.

Frank: "That's exactly right. If we all act like you're actually a proud cuckold, who actually wants to be cucked, and we give the neighbors a good show, they might actually believe us."

Me: "A good...show...?"

Frank: " The story will be that you couldn't get enough of the embarrassment of having another man impregnating your girlfriend, you wanted her to marry that man instead of you. So you setup this whole evening, bought the rings, and begged us to marry each other just so you could get off. The plan is that we go home tonight, and in order to celebrate, Grace and I are going to cuckold you in a massive way, just like you asked."

Me: "Jesus Christ..." I said with my head in my hands.

Frank: "But...just to make sure the neighbors hear, we're going to leave the windows open, speak loudly and dramatically, and leave the blinds slightly open. Because in our fervor and excitement of cuckolding you, we just forgot to hide ourselves from our nosy neighbors..."