Authors Note: This story contains elements of CNC and sexualized dysphoria (in that Chris gets off primarily on how much he hates the changes from pregnancy). It also contains inflation, eating non-edible objects, and housewife-ification. Enjoy at your own risk dolls.
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From the outside looking in, Christian Delaney was a completely normal guy. The 24 year old was of average height and build, with an average face to match. A little pale, perhaps a bit on the thin side, but well within the bounds of normal. He'd had an average amount of relationships, a perfectly average job, and lived in an average sized house with a single roommate.
This was a carefully constructed facade, meant to hide an exceptionally abnormal trait about himself.
Chris wanted to be forced to be pregnant.
He didn't want to be a woman, or a single parent. It wasn't anything like that. Chris was every inch a man, a straight man at that (or at least 95% straight), and wanted to be a husband and father someday, with the full picket fenced American dream. He wanted a wife and two kids and a nice little house.
He just
also
wanted to be thrown down, overpowered, and fucked ragged and senseless, then be forced to carry and give birth to his assailants spawn.
He couldn't help himself. It was an addiction; any time he was alone, he would feel it, a growing need itching across his brain, body fidgeting and twitching with want.
He could never make it longer than 15 minutes.
He would nearly sprint into the bathroom, a pair of maternity panties and a long t-shirt clutched in hand. Stripping naked, he would eagerly clamber into the tub, unscrewing the shower-head from the hose, desperate to look and feel full and pregnant.
Today is no exception. Today is, in fact, the start of a 2 week long binge, for which he's been preparing for 2 days. An all liquid diet and a series of small clean-out enemas (he thought of then as "teasers") left him empty and needful.
Chris looks up from his phone as a set of footsteps on the living room hardwood announces the entrance of his house's other occupant, a freckled, dirty blonde skate-punk of a woman; his roommate and sort-of friend, Dani, the houses owner.
Chris had...complicated feelings for Dani. On the one hand, she was his roommate/landlord, and every interaction with her was friendly, but nothing more on her end, and he respected that.
At the same time...he was deeply in love with her. He kept that to himself; it was his other dirty secret. She was, after all, way out of his league. She had inherited the house (and a sizable fortune) a few years before they met, taking on a roommate more out of a desire for a fuller house than any financial need. It put him firmly below her social circle, and he knew that.
He glances up at her, taking stock of her outfit. She was dressed for her outing, clad in hiking boots, jeans and a maroon hoodie, carrying a large black backpack.
"Ay, I'm headed out now," Dani says, popping her gum and fetching the keys to her car from the peg board on the living room wall. "Zeke said to meet him and the others at the campsite, so I guess we're gonna spend the whole time in the woods. I'll be back in like 2ish weeks, so we'll still have time to hang out before your PTO is up."
Chris nods, stifling his excitement at the prospect of his first moment alone in a month. His heart thumps hard, and he breathes slowly on purpose, trying to behave normally as his roommate pulls on her coat. "Have fun," he smiles, waving slightly. "Don't get ticks!" The itch is already worming into the base of his skull as she touches the doorknob and slips outside.
He waits tensely in his seat, listening to the faint sounds of her getting into her car, the engine growling and tires crunching as she pulls out and away.
He practically leaps off the couch, heading into his bedroom to gather his things: clothes, an inflatable plug with a detachable pump, lube, and a large dildo. He carries it all into the bathroom and sets up, already hard as he lubes the dildo, cupping it to the wall of his small shower stall. He strips and gets in the shower, positioning himself so the cock head is pressed right against his hole, hands and chest pressed to the opposite wall.
He takes a steadying breath, eyes slipping closed, focusing on his favorite fantasy.
He's walking past an alleyway, clad in a loose shirt and mid thigh length shorts. He feels vaguely uneasy, like he's being watched. He shivers, but tries to power through. As he sweeps past the dark mouth of the alley, he's grabbed, rough hands thrusting him up against the wall. He's pinned, the right side of his face shoved painfully against the brick as his assailants other hand rips down his shorts. He feels fingers probing, and then the sound of a zipper, a hot, twitching cock suddenly pressed against his ass. He gasps, hands flailing, reaching back and clawing at the hand on his head and trying to shove the man away.
Christian whimpers, tense and shivering, resisting his urge to pull forward away from the toy.
"Oh god, please don't," he whimpers, wriggling. "Don't, oh don't, don't!"
The man grabs his hip hard, fingers digging in painfully, and pushes forward. "Fight me," he taunts, the tip pressing in, slipping in centimeter by centimeter, slow and unstoppable.
"Noooooo!" Chris wails, empty house emboldening him to be loud. He pushes his hips back, slowly impaling himself on the thick toy, 7 inches sinking into him. "Please stop! Please, I'm straight, please!"
The man bottomed out in him, pushing until their bodies were flush, invading him and stretching his virgin hole almost painfully wide. "I know, I don't fuck gay boys," he says, tone malicious and mocking. "So try not to enjoy it too much or I'll have to stop." He starts to thrust, chuckling darkly as Chris struggles, trying to buck him off and only succeeding in bouncing on his cock like a whore.
"Stooooooooop," Chris sobs, bouncing on the toy erratically. He aches, he wants to touch his cock so badly, but he refrains; there's so much more to his fantasy, he can't finish so soon.
"Yeah, fuck, cry for me," the man growls in his ear. "The more you hate it, the tighter you get...you're squeezing me...your hole wants me to cum. You're a whore." He laughs and thrusts harder, pulling out almost to the tip before pushing all the way back in, bottoming out over and over.