Rina 2, Part 1

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Summary: Sequel to Rina. It's been a few years since Chad first met Rina. Since then they've done a lot: started a family, moved into the same house, even gotten married! But as things settle, and their first litter starts to grow up, Rina decides she wants a bigger family. Chad has been able to keep relatively fit to keep up with both wife and kids; but Rina’s newfound drive ends up making him bigger than before! She’s even become bolder by bringing their game out in public. Now every moment has potential for Chad to expand and grow until he eventually pops. Contains: Male: Pregnancy, Belly Expansion, Breast Expansion, Lactation, Multiples, Weight Gain, Stuffing. Idea by Gregiah Vogue.

This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

Note: I forgot to use Gregiah's prompt when I wrote this chapter, but I will move the story towards it.

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The first time Chad saw Rina was at the auto repair shop where he worked part time on the weekends.

He didn’t need the money. His job there was entirely recreational. Chad liked cars, and he liked fixing them. He also liked talking to pretty girls who were oblivious to the mechanics of it all.

When Rina walked in, she stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the other customers.

She had long black hair with thick, winged eyeliner. She was wearing a tiny black dress and fishnet stockings, as well as a pair of black combat boots. She wore a perpetually bored expression as she glanced around the shop.

“Can I help you?” Chad asked her after he had finished up with the previous customer.

She stepped forward. It quickly became obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples protruding visibly in the thin, straining material of her dress. Her body was fit but curvy, her hips wide, and her waist tiny. It took every ounce of Chad’s resolve not to indulgently examine her body.

“How can I help you?” Chad repeated, keeping his eyes locked on hers. She had ice blue eyes that were strangely familiar. Do I know her?

“My car,” she responded apathetically, the huskiness of her voice going straight to his cock. Chad was just grateful for the desk between them. “It’s broken,” she deadpanned, twirling a key ring around her pointer finger, then putting it on the desk.

“What seems to be the problem?” Chad said professionally as he discreetly adjusted himself a bit.

She shrugged. “Don’t know.”

Chad frowned. “We can run diagnostics, but that’s a two hundred dollar fee.”

“That’s fine,” she said, glancing away in clear boredom.

Despite her ostensible lack of personality, Chad found her fascinating. He usually wasn’t into tall women. He estimated her to be in her twenties, which corresponded nicely with his being twenty-eight.

“We’ll give you a call once we get the results,” Chad said, taking the keys. “Just fill out this form. Name and number, year and model.” He pointed out different lines to her.

She did as ordered. Once she finished filling out the paperwork, she offered him a grimace of a smile, that indicated a sense of being…dissatisfied. Or maybe he was misreading her. As she headed for the door, he admired her round backside. God, she had the perfect body.

Chad quickly glanced at the name she had scribbled on the paperwork. “Rina,” he called, just before she could exit the shop.

She glanced back and raised her eyebrow.

God, he was glad the place was empty now, just him and her. “I’ll…do what I can,” he fumbled. Suddenly it was quite hard to speak.

“Great.”

She wasn’t making this easy for him. But he had to do it. He had to take the plunge. “You look familiar,” he hedged.

“I didn’t give you permission to remember me.”

It was the oddest statement. Chad stared at her a moment longer. “Wait…do we go to the same gym? The one on Main?”

“Maybe…”

“I think I’ve seen you.”

She didn’t respond, she just gave him a questioning look, as though to say, ‘So what?’

“Can I take you out sometime?” he asked, his heart rate picking up.

There was the longest of pauses to ever have occurred. Then Rina finally responded, “Sure. You have my number.” She tilted her chin toward her paperwork. With that, she left, the door jingling as it swung closed behind her.

It took everything Chad had not to fist pump or break into a grin. He kept his cool. Fuck yeah! he thought.

-

Chad considered himself to be relatively attractive. He was kind of short, but fit, and he had all his hair. He had been obsessed with fitness for as long as he could remember. He never missed a workout. His body had to always be tight, firm, and in shape.

He usually didn’t have too much trouble talking to women, but something about Rina was entirely off-putting. He couldn’t get his mind off of her. He managed to wait a full twenty-four hours before giving in to the urge to call her.

“Hi,” she said, her voice as bored and breathy as it had been at the shop.

“Hey,” he responded, pacing in his apartment. “How does Saturday night sound?”

“Works for me,” Rina responded. “Just send me the time and place.”

“Right, I was thinking-”

But before Chad could finish, the call ended. He pulled the phone away from his ear, blinking at it. That was rude, he thought.

Strangely, he liked it.

-

He chose the most expensive restaurant in the city. It was an Italian spot. He wanted to make it clear that he wasn’t just a mechanic.

“I do well for myself,” he told her, but then paused. He felt that statement necessitated some sort of follow-up, but his mind had gone blank. So he just ended up coming off as a douchebag.

Rina didn’t appear impressed one way or another. She had barely touched her food thus far, instead poking and prodding at it, sometimes offering him pieces of her linguine. He found that quite sweet of her and melted a little. At her insistence, he consumed several portions of her meal.

She was a reserved woman; not very forthcoming. “Where are you from?” he asked her.

“Nowhere, really,” she responded, her plump breasts heaving in the tight corset top she was wearing.

“What do you do?” he tried.

“Consulting,” she said, finishing off her glass of wine. Then her eyes met his with a strange and sudden intensity that had him transfixed. “Do you want to get out of here?”

“Yes,” Chad responded with no hesitation. He summoned the waiter and requested the bill.

-

They made it as far as the parking garage and the interior of his minivan.

Chad adjusted his mirror. “Your place or mm—?”

He was cut off when Rina’s lips crashed into his, which was a pleasant shock. He had never met a woman who was so…dominant. She certainly seemed to know what she wanted. He started to pull her closer, right into his lap to straddle him and feel his excitement, but a sharp swat to his chest had him freezing, startled. He cupped the spot, which was tingling somewhat. “What the fuck?”

Rina was smiling at him. It was his first time seeing her without her jaded expression on. His gaze traveled to her right hand, which was loosely gripping a…riding crop?

“I have something to admit,” she told him. “I am not submissive. As a matter fact, I tend to be the dominant partner in any sort of intimate relations. Anything otherwise is a dealbreaker.”

It took Chad a moment to register her explanation. Then he wondered if he had died and gone to heaven. “Fine by me,” he said calmly.

“Perfect,” she purred, closing in again. She ran her riding crop along his cheek. “It didn’t hurt, did it?”

“I liked it,” Chad countered. “You should do it again—” He yelped as she did just that, but it didn’t actually hurt. It was more of a jolt. Chad found it exciting.

“Good slave,” Rina murmured, grabbing his shirt as she leaned in for another kiss.

-

‘Slave’ was a rather unique nickname, particularly for someone she had only just started dating.

Chad was turned on every time Rina said it. Not that she was really one for words. Their dates usually devolved to kissing, petting, and heavy panting. After two weeks, he still knew little about her. Sometimes he would ask her questions, but all her responses were deliberately vague.

He liked her style. She seemed to have a new hairdo every week. Sometimes her hair was a vibrant red, other times, a white blonde, or a blue-black. Sometimes it was full of curls, other times pin-straight. Chad’s favorite was when she wore it up in a ponytail.

That evening, Rina was looking particularly eccentric, her hair a bright purple color.

She really loved that riding crop of hers. There wasn’t a day she didn’t have it on her person, tucked away somewhere.

They were getting together several times a week. All the kissing, groping, and making out was becoming a little taxing on Chad’s patience.

“Looking small. Have you lost muscle?” Rina said that night on his couch, their wine glasses sitting empty on the coffee table. “Oh, you seem softer,” she added in a thoughtful tone.

Chad laughed. “Yeah?” he said, pulling her closer. “Maybe I need to put in more time at the gym.”

She swatted him. It burned a little. Tingled as well. It kind of felt good. He enjoyed the sensation of heat rising to his chest, before it dissipated.

Then strangely, his arms went limp, falling away from her.

Rina stood up, towering over him. Somehow she seemed taller than ever.

Another swat. The tingling sensation lingered longer, the heat of it pleasant. He wanted to get up and grab her, but somehow he didn’t move. He remained seated where he was on the couch as she regarded him with a contemplative expression.

And then she lowered herself to her knees. Chad’s heart rate picked up as she crawled between his thighs, then placed her hands against them, slowly dragging her long fingernails along the cotton of his trousers. She bit her bottom lip. Chad inhaled deeply.

“Let’s get these off,” she murmured as she unbuttoned his pants, helping him pull off his trousers and boxers.

Chad leaned back, breathing, allowing his eyelids to sink. What started as a normal blow job steadily intensified to a level of suction that had his eyebrows furrowing. Chad’s eyes snapped open, his jaw clenching in discomfort. “Slow down a little,” he managed, but things only grew more intense – almost painful.

And somehow, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the ceiling as he grunted and squirmed. What was she doing to him?

“Annghhh…errgghhh…” he grunted, as her lips pulled and pulled with an impossible force, wrenching at his manhood. “Rina!” he groaned, struggling to breath. “Errgghhh—fuck…” The sensation spiked sharply to white-hot pain, until Chad’s vision blurred, and he found himself submerged in total darkness.

-

When Chad awoke the next day, he was still sprawled across his couch, alone. Rina was gone.

He groaned as he shifted, expecting his body to be sore, but on the contrary…he felt amazing. Tentatively, he glided his fingers over his groin but hissed and quickly withdrew them. He was so sensitive. “Rina,” he muttered to himself as he shook his head.

Chad gingerly climbed to his feet. Yawning, he padded his way to the bathroom where he splashed some water on his face. As he looked at his reflection in the mirror above the sink, he couldn’t help considering some of the remarks Rina had made.

Looking soft…

Chad had to concur. Things felt a little awkward, and even his shirt seemed to be fitting him differently than usual.

Chad unbuttoned it, pulling it open and letting it fall to the ground at his feet. He studied his arms, his biceps not as prominent as he recalled them being. His gaze drifted to his chest.

He wasn’t convinced that he was losing muscle weight, but he certainly looked softer. He was going to have to put in more time at the gym. He was getting flabby. Chad patted his chest, grimacing at the way his pecs wobbled slightly.

-

He was seeing Rina everywhere.

Sometimes he felt like he was going crazy. Because surely she wasn’t at the gas station a few pumps over, and then again when he stopped by the bank. She wasn’t there, wearing a high ponytail and pencil skirt, talking to a customer, with her back turned to him. Chad made to approach, but a teller stopped him.

“Can I help you sir?”

Chad froze. He tried to gather his composure. “Yes,” he managed, his voice raspy. “I’d like to make a deposit.”

He was in a state of constant preoccupation. Sometimes he dreamed of her, then jolted awake at night, his body hot, his chest heaving, as his hands ran over his chest, abdomen, and thighs, almost obsessively. He knew she had been featured in his dreams, but never remembered how.

He was also self-conscious now, which was new to him. But he couldn’t seem to get comfortable with the way his previously muscular physique was getting weirdly…mediocre. Out of shape, but not skinny. Maybe he was eating too much on his dates with her, or maybe he just wasn’t keeping up with his workouts.

He honestly felt addicted to her. Rina was absurdly exciting, making the rest of his life seem dim and boring. Everything else had become secondary, to the point he was falling behind at work. But his lapse in responsibility felt deserved. Because for now, he was having fun. He had Rina.

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