Kompera

Matthew II

Added 2023-10-29 18:15:45 +0000 UTC

Note: This is a story-prompt for Amara Rose.

Matthew’s skin felt as though it was burning by the time he got home in the early hours of the morning. He stumbled into the kitchen, panting as he clutched his rounded belly. God, it was getting big. He really should start considering going on a diet. This was just getting ridiculous.

Matthew pulled off his oversized T-shirt, slinging it over the back of a kitchen chair. He was left in his sweatpants and a wifebeater that was stretched taut against his body. By instinct, Matthew’s hands returned to his swollen belly which felt uncomfortably overstuffed, gurgling with its contents. Then it started grumbling again. Matthew moaned helplessly as he made his way to the fridge.

His appetite was insane. He couldn’t control it. The fridge was heavily stocked, as it always seemed to be lately. And most of the food was easily accessible in that it didn’t need much preparation at all. Matthew was soon stuffing cold cuts, muffins, and cheese sticks hurriedly into his mouth. He slurped his way through a six-pack of chocolate pudding cups that must have been for one of his siblings. There were cartons of leftover Chinese food, which Matthew tipped directly into his mouth. He pulled a gallon-sized container of ice cream out of the freezer, and as he hurriedly shoved spoonfuls of it between his lips, he went to one of the cupboards, where he found bagels, granola bars, boxes of sugary cereal, peanut butter, a large bag of tortilla chips, and more. He stuffed his face as though he was starving. He couldn’t stop, he just ate more and more, his belly aching and his eyes even watering. His tank top strained, close to tearing against its burden.

The lights turned on. Matthew froze to find himself covered in food and crumbs; just a disgusting mess as he gasped for breath and looked wildly around. He was horrified to realize how much he had eaten, his stomach heaving and stinging, feeling on the cusp of bursting. He cupped it with shaking hands, astounded by how big it was getting. Suddenly he looked as though he could have been six months pregnant!

Finally, Matthew looked up to see his step-father standing in the doorway.

“It’s past 5 AM,” said Harrison coldly as his eyes did a steady onceover of Matthew’s body. “Look at you. The hormones are completely controlling you. Hungry and horny — behaving so carnal. I suppose it makes sense. You aren’t adapted for this like women are. Perhaps you’re just overly sensitized to the hormones.”

Matthew’s heart was pounding. He wiped a smear of strawberry jam off his cheek. He knew he must have look like a complete pig, but at that moment, he was rock hard, and desperate enough to give it a shot. “Are you going to help me out or what?” he said hoarsely.

Slowly, Harrison’s lips curved into a surprisingly wicked smile. He stepped forward, steadily closing their distance as Matthew’s breathing thinned.

It was a wild night.

Matthew awoke to the sound of an engine. He sat up in his parents’ bed, groaning and wiping some drool off the corner of his mouth. He found himself alone in the room, the curtains pulled open so that sunlight was beaming in from the windows.

Matthew groggily got up and shuffled about the extraordinarily tidy bedroom, trying to get dressed and gather his bearings. He pulled on some boxers and a button-down shirt as he tried to blink away the blurriness at the edges of his vision. Matthew paused and looked down at his sleeve. He grimaced as he realized that it was Harrison’s shirt he had pulled around himself. And it was kind of tight. Matthew wasn’t as tall as he would have liked, but typically had a slim, athletic build. He was attractive enough that he never had trouble getting laid — as evidenced by last night, Matthew noted with the wry smile.

Fumbling with the shirt buttons, Matthew wandered over to the window. He could see Harrison putting Brian, Hannah, and Kimberly on the school bus. What time is it? Matthew wondered as he struggled, then finally got the buttons closed. His stomach gurgled and shuddered a little. Matthew placed his hands on his abdomen, finally registering the feel of it. He froze and looked down at the prominent swell and the straining buttons. He gulped and slowly made his way to the mirror.

He stared in horror at his reflection. His belly was huge. He looked heavily pregnant, probably somewhere in the third trimester. And his chest — it was unexpectedly soft and puffy, his nipples looking swollen and strangely pointy. He recalled how Harrison had played with them and sucked them the night before. It had felt good at the time, but now they ached and tingled oddly.

“Fuck,” Matthew whispered. Was this really happening? No way — there was just no way it could be real. Suddenly his belly shivered, causing Matthew to groan, one of the shirt buttons popping off. He gasped for breath, clutching his stomach. He rubbed it desperately, his face flushed. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

The door opened. Matthew froze and looked up as Harrison walked in.

“You ruined my shirt,” said Harrison, after a moment of coldly appraising him.

Matthew offered only a rude hand gesture in response.

Harrison appeared amused. “Look at you, a glowing mother-to-be.”

“Fuck off,” Matthew hissed as he shoved past his stepfather and stumbled out of the room. There was just no fucking way this could really be happening. Yet he was fucking inflating. A baby? Not possible. Just, “Fuck!”

Matthew had barely made it to his bedroom when he heard the front door opening downstairs.

“Hello, hello!” intoned a high voice that caused Matthew to blanch.

It seemed his mother had returned.