Full III

Note: This is a story-prompt for Wisey_S.

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Richard’s face was red and beaded with sweat. He felt exhausted, uncomfortable, and absolutely stuffed. His belly was visibly throbbing, and yet it felt so so good somehow. He gasped for breath as he took in each of John’s thrusts.

He felt near-delirious by then. He was on his knees on the bed, but mostly propped against his belly, his body rocking as John rode him from behind. And though Richard felt like a whale, was graceless, and could hardly move on his own anymore, he couldn’t help the gasps and moans that escaped his throat, mostly just embellishing his panting as he fruitlessly struggled to catch his breath. John was good, so good, uncomfortable, heavy, frightening, and good. John reached down to take Richard’s gender into his hand, causing Richard to release a choked whimper. It had been so long since anyone had touched him. “Oh god,” Richard croaked, as John stroked him slow and torturously. But it was enough. Richard had been half-hard for weeks. As John battered his prostate and gave him a gentle squeeze, Richard simply exploded.

John sped up. Richard was red, panting, exhausted, uncomfortable, and yet so truly satiated. He sunk against himself, grimacing at the discomfort this caused, and he tensed up a bit. His belly seemed to heave up each time John shoved into him, the pressure forceful and unforgiving. He felt as though there was no space left, his belly tight and heated, and seeming to throb in rhythm with John’s thrusts.

John tensed, and finally—

Richard choked, suddenly unable to breathe at all, as his belly tightened, and pushed, as though he was somehow being filled with another baby. “Nrrrgghhh….” He feebly pawed at himself, and did his best to ease his feeble body weight away from his quivering baby-mound. He didn’t think it possible that John could be so potent. Another science experiment, no doubt.

It took too long, but Richard finally found his breath, red and wheezing by then. He reached back to grip John’s wrist, terrified as he was. Feeling drained, he practically collapses against his mound again.

John released a low chuckle, gently plucking his hand away to fondly stroke Richard’s massive belly. Richard grunted as John leaned more heavily on his back. His belly lurched reproachfully, though there was little Richard could do to relieve it from its position pinned to the bed.

John sprinkled the back of his neck with kisses, and Richard would have found it loving, had John not veritably ruined his life.

“So big…” John murmured. “So beautiful. So full of life.”

With arms that were shockingly strong and adept at navigating young men who were bursting with babies, John pulled Richard with him, towards the mattress, Richard crying out as his belly resisted collaboration with the rest of his body. But John supported the weight, somehow, and pulled Richard down to the bed in a position that was no more comfortable than any other. Richard found himself perched on his side, staring at his heaving bolder of a belly, different parts of his expanse quivering with gentle kicks and punches. John curled against his back and he cupped at the movements, the ones he could reach anyway.

To Richard’s combined excitement and horror, he felt John harden against his backside. The scientist began to navigate himself back towards Richard’s opening—

Richard grunted as his belly tightened, visibly tensing, and causing all the kicks to smooth away. His ass felt tight, and full, and there was definitely a pressure behind it. He groaned as his belly tightened again.

“Richard?” said John.

“Oh god…I think I’m in labor!”