The Gimp

NOTE: All characters taking part in sexual acts in this story are over eighteen years-old.

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Dressing in a baby-blue maternity gown, Gladys turned to her side and cupped her belly happily, full and bristling with pregnancy.

"Not that I'm complaining or anything. It's just..." Judith angled her head slightly as Gladys's gown seemed to shift slightly as the Octogenarian mother-to-be simply looked on, her smile maintained. "...it's so big. How many are you carrying, like, two, three?"

Gladys's response at first was a laugh that seemed almost mocking in nature. To Judith, it felt the numbers she offered had to cranked up a nudge, which was true. Gladys nonchalantly turned her head to Judith, a hand still cupped her belly, feverishly protective of her unborn offspring. "Try sextuplets."

Judith felt like she'd been hit by a brick. It was difficult in itself for her to comprehend the fact her friend was pregnant at all, let alone with six children.

Gladys's wrinkled cheeks spread as her lips parted into a toothy grin, peeling back the curtain that was her gown to reveal her gravid belly in all its bloated maternal perfection. Gladys giggled as she felt one of her unborn children kick gently, pushing her skin outwards before receding. Extending her hand outward, Gladys offered Judith the opportunity to touch her belly. The redheaded Septuagenarian was visibly hesitant at first, but her opinion changed when she saw how Gladys's belly glowed so beautifully.

Pressing against Judith's palm, one of Gladys's children kicked again, this time more prominently to the point where both women could hear the Octogenarian's skin stretching. It wasn't dissimilar to what one would often see in horror movies. Judith winced anxiously at the display but Gladys seemed to relish in it, releasing the slightest moan of pleasure.

Pulling her hand back, Judith realized she just had to know how Gladys did it. Well, she knew how, but—HOW!

"Can...can I meet him?" Judith inquired, her tone wrought with nerves.

Pulling the maternity gown back over her belly, Gladys chuckled. She knew Judith wouldn't have been able to resist learning more. The Octogenarian was a fountain of knowledge to the redhead. "You can come in now."

A deep grunt came from behind the kitchen door at first, followed by trogging deeper still. Judith panicked, thinking some kind of freakish beast was nearing the living room. Truthfully there was no beast, but the individual's general largeness displayed as they ducked under the threshold to enter the room implied they may as well have been. Clad from head to toe in a black gimp suit, the only slits visible for their eyes and lips, the freak growled softly.

"Now now, Jacob. This is my friend Judith. I want you on your best behavior for me around her, OK dear?" Gladys's words were spoken eerily calmly. Judith wondered how the Octogenarian could behave so around this black-clad giant. He had to be at least seven foot tall and packed from skull to ankle in raw muscle. "If you do that, you can be a bad, bad boy and fill grandma's pussy with your hot, steaming cum afterwards."

The Gimp growled, though it wasn't just any kind of growl, rather one of manifest lust. Shifting his weight, Jacob planted his feet firmly on the floor and offered the slightest glance at Judith before straightening his back, standing to attention. Granted that wasn't the only thing that stood to attention.

Gladys took a quick look downwards when her ears caught the telltale sound of leather stretching, glimpsing Jacob's erection swelling and pushing violently inside the fabric of his suit, near to bursting through the crotch zip. In any case, Gladys simply smiled.

"Oooh! He likes it." The mother-to-be turned away from her behemoth grandson, catching Judith's mortifiedly staring into the deep blues of his eyes. Everyone did that at first when they met Jacob, but eventually got used to his lumbering, leather-clad presence — not to mention the sex stories involving the two Gladys shamelessly shared. "I've been emptying his balls on a daily basis ever since he knocked me up. Must be near...five months now? Maybe six?"

Jacob growled, seemingly in agreement.

"Ah, six. Thank you, darling. That means you'll be a father to six gorgeous children in three." Gladys could help but reach for and pat her belly to maximize the effect, causing her grandson to instinctively look in turn. "Maybe after they're here, we'll make some more?"

Jacob snarled.

Gladys sighed contentedly as she lowered herself to sit on the couch.

Judith had maintained her stares all that time, trying to comprehend how Jacob had grown so much so quickly. She remembered how small he was all those years ago, but now—Now the twenty-something-year-old Jacob had practically become someone — or perhaps something — else entirely, offering nothing but animalstic growls and dead stares. "What have you been feeding him to get that big?"

"Oh, anything and everything a big, strong boy needs to become even more so."

"And his mother?"

"Is happy he's at least finally got himself a woman who loves him dearly. Besides, she can't wait to be the grandmother of six children. Jacob's mother always thought he shot blanks when with girls his age. He just didn't like them. Not like his dear, ol' grandma, anyway." Gladys offered the slightest glance at Jacob, whose frigid, solider-like stance had clearly, finally instilled powerful enough a flare of both fear and arousal in Judith to force her to sit in the opposing chair.

"Does he ever—"

"Talk? He has no reason to do that. All he ever wants to do is fuck." Gladys jumped slightly as she felt the familiar sensation that was one of her children kicking, gentler than the last but quicker and in a rhythmical manner — kick, kick-kick, kick-kick, kick. "Whenever not fucking, all he does is eat, train himself to become stronger and bigger for his woman. Isn't that right, Jakey?"

Jacob offered a slow, silent nod, the neck of his suit creaking.

"Why don't you show Judith here how much you've grown?"

Confusion struck Judith. What did Gladys mean by that? It was already obvious how big Jacob was. Surely, the Octogenarian didn't mean—

Shifting his weight slightly, Jacob spread his legs apart before reaching for the zip on the suit's crotch. He slowly unfastened the partition, seemingly from muscle memory or some such from Gladys wanting to savor the moment in the past. In any case, it wasn't long before Jacob's erect penis revealed itself, continually curving sand stretching upwards, almost as thick as Judith's forearm. She stared at it in disbelief, watching the beastly-sized phallus throb and bulge angrily, an unmistakably thick vein zig-zagging along its inhuman length.

"Like I said, he's a big boy," Gladys commented. "Almost two foot long."

This sudden revelation made to Judith only shed light on previously confusing matters. Now wonder Gladys ended up with six kids. There was no telling just how much cum that dick Jacob possessed could hold.

After that moment of graciously permitted gazing, Gladys gestured with her hand for Jacob to zip back up again.

"How about Leonard?" Judith inquired.

An awkward silence fell. Judith realised mentioning Gladys's ex-husband seemed to be a soft spot for the Octogenarian. The reasons why were obvious: six inbred children were slowly gestating in her belly, and the father of those children had been turned into the mother's willing sex slave. Somehow, Judith felt like she'd outstayed her welcome.

Gladys peeled off her slippers and rubbed her feet. They'd ached so much since she gave Jacob his last footjob only an hour past. Leonard used to be heavenly good at massaging feet, but— well, he obviously had enough of his wife's immorality. Gladys turned to Jacob. "Jacob, dear, be a good boy and massage grandma's feet, would you?"

The black-clad giant didn't even hesitate, his feet bounding nigh-thunderously as he approached his aging relative. The leather of his suit creaking, he bent down on one knee, took the sole of Gladys's left foot and feverishly started kneading it as commanded. The woman sighed contentedly before finally answering Judith.

"I had hoped Leonard would understand. As I said, my dear Jacob had struggled for so long to find a woman. It took quite the toll on him, so I decided to step in and help as all grandmothers do. And, well..." Gladys instinctively rubbed her belly, hearing Jacob's low feral growls as he watched her belly jump with yet another kick from one of his eventual offspring. It may have just been a trick of the light, but Judith was convinced Gladys's belly was a bit...bigger. "...we're all the better for it, aren't we, Jakey? Don't forget to get deep into those tootsies, now."

Jacob took the hint, extending his tongue outwards to begin licking Gladys's foot, slowly at first before a stern glance from the woman prompted him to quicken his pace. Judith watched the display in silence, struggling to comprehend how Jacob was so willing in his goal to please his own grandmother. Gladys took his left hand and placed it on her belly, feeling her inbred children kick all at once, pressing against both her skin and the leather of his suit.

"How long has...this been going on for?"

"It was my idea for Jacob to wear the suit. I wanted to see just how devoted he was to me." There was no need to divulge the fact now, with it being so redundant, but Jacob was initially against wearing the suit, not much of a fan revolving the kinkier side of sex. "Now he wears it like skin. You're grandma's little incestuous gimp, aren't you?"

The suit's neck creaking, Jacob nodded again. Pulling it upwards from her sole, he ran his hand along Gladys's leg that was surprisingly toned for a woman her age. Judith surmised this was due to Gladys's attempts to keep fit for the no doubt constant bouts of sex with Jacob.

"The sex I mean," Judith corrected.

"Oh, for at least a year. Initially, we did it away from prying eyes in a hotel someplace, before Jacob started wearing the suit. But eventually we decided to just do it at home. The possibility of being caught — oh, such a thrill!"

Jacob growled softly, feeling his left hand rise upwards with his child kicking once more, the skin of Gladys's belly stretching in tandem with his suit creaking. Gladys moaned with crippling lust as a second kick came from elsewhere, near her navel, a third flanking her right side. Judith watched, shaking nervously.

"And then there was the night we conceived," Gladys nonchalantly mentioned.

The Gimp growled softly, seemingly with a tone suggestive of excitement. He remembered that night vividly, blasting torrent after torrent of his load into his grandmother's waiting shaven cunt. By then Jacob had already been wearing the suit for weeks and gotten used to it. He had been wearing a cock ring specially-modified for his abnormal length for weeks already, making his eventual, weeks-long backed-up release all the more powerful.

"Of course, I never actually expected to get pregnant. No one does at the age of eighty. But Jacob is special." Gladys thumbed the cheeks of her grandson's mask, staring tenderly into his eyes. "He not only got me pregnant, but gave me thrice as many children as his own grandfather."

Gladys smacked her lips.

Bringing himself to his feet, Jacob growled, though this time the tone was different, felt more carnal than the others. He spread his legs the same way as before, inching his crotch up closer to the woman. Gladys unzipped the crotch of Jacob's suit and casually whipped out his monster cock. It had grown somewhat thicker than before — only a few short moments — the balls bulbous and swollen.

The Octogenarian flicked Jacob's cock, watching it bob up and down before turning to Judith. "I hope you don't mind, dear. I am quite parched."

"Not at all," Judith responded, gesturing her consent with the simple wave of a hand. Though she was convinced Gladys wouldn't heed her anyway.

Gladys bent forward, taking Jacob's dick in her mouth. She gagged of course, but Judith wondered whether that was merely for effect or that she genuinely struggled— no, she managed to go balls deep eventually, the shape of the gimped up grandson's genitals prominent in the Octogenarian's cheeks, his shaft equally bulbous in her throat. Judith watched, hearing the Gimp growl softly as Gladys's nails dug into the couch, the downstrokes quickening every time.

Jacob somewhat mirrored his grandmother, digging his hands into the wall behind her for support, leaning closer so she could take — somehow — even more of him. There was no questioning it: he loved every moment. Gladys thrust her hand down her blouse and casually fondled her milk-engorged tit, all while maintaining a tender stare at Jacob, still sucking his monster dick. Judith admitted inwardly that it was an impressive sight to behold, seeing the Octogenarian mother-to-be expertly manage to suck a dick so large as the Gimp's.

Jacob roared, digging his hands further into the wall as he climaxed, releasing an obvious torrent of cum into his grandmother's eagerly awaiting mouth, the initial release bursting all over her cheeks and chin like a paint gun before the rest flowed like a river, slowly but surely filling the woman up with nearly a literal gallon's worth of dick juice, her belly bloating up larger than it already was from the pregnancy, her blouse stretching and close to tearing down the middle.

Gladys pulled her mouth free, dick juice casually dripping down her chin as she smiled at Jacob's cock not only retain its hardness but apparently grow bigger, rising upwards at an even pace until it loomed over Gladys.

"Don't think I hadn't yet mentioned Jacob always stays hard. Ever since I started showing, he's been nothing but hard as rock for his dear little grandma."

Moving away from his cum-drunk relative, Jacob returned to his original position by the threshold leading into the kitchen, his cock still casually exposed to Judith who couldn't help but stare. It was anyone's guess whether this was out of jealousy or from being creeped out by his obvious abnormal length, its throbbing shadow cast over the woman.

Gladys peeled back her gown again, slower this time as if to entice Judith in leading up to the freakish sight that followed. Pawing her belly that had, since Judith last looked, become encrusted with unnatural veins twisting, coiling, forking, Gladys could only smile as one of her unborn children visibly clawed outwards from within its mother's engorged womb, an inhuman growl emanated from the Octogenarian's gut, coming hand-in-hand with visible kicking.

Kneeling down in front of her, Jacob issued a similar yet softer noise as he cupped a hand under his grandmother's gravid and veiny paunch, literally growing outwards and pushing against his palm. Gladys leaned in to kiss him passionately, sticking her tongue deep down his throat, which only caused his feverish rubbing of Gladys's gestating belly to quicken slightly, as did the kicks themselves, like some kind of nightmarish monster readied to rip itself from the mother's insides.

The two lovers offered glances at Judith who had since passed out from seeing one of Gladys's eventual offspring claw outwards from inside her. It was a pity, really. All of Gladys's guests seemed to do that for some reason. She merely looked on with a cocksure grin as her belly continued swelling outwards, the growls within it deepening, the kicks becoming more violent and frequent.

The Gimp's cock rose to attention at the sight...