Matthew V

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

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His insides were continually lurching and shifting, pushing and squeezing. Matthew couldn’t believe how big he was getting.

He felt like a whale. His abdomen was approaching the size of a beach ball. He could now see movement nudging and shifting on the surface of his skin. He still couldn’t believe it; he was having a baby — or more likely, babies. For nothing else could justify his size.

At night he would squirm in his sheets, waking several times to service his ceaseless arousal. He was completely consumed by these base needs. It was almost animalistic, how much these impulses dominated him. Fucking and feeding, feeding and fucking. He would groan and grip his chest. It was still swelling.

In the early hours of the morning, Matthew stumbled out of his bedroom. It wasn’t unusual. He had to grip onto the walls for balance, flushed and gasping as he struggled down the hallway, arduously supporting the weight of however many babies were packed into his body.

He would go to Harrison’s door and beg, feeling so pathetic and needy. “P-please.”

Harrison would smirk and usher him inside before giving him a thorough fucking.

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It wasn’t long before Matthew couldn’t stumble anywhere anymore.

He was flustered and dizzy, his body sweat-drenched as he fidgeted, feebly tugging at the hem of his shirt.

He couldn’t support his own weight anymore.

Matthew was bedbound. The thought left him dazed. It was overwhelming.

Propped up by several pillows, he laid his hand on the sharp jut at the top of his swell. His top fit him like a belly shirt, covering the perky tits he had sprouted, but little else.

He had no autonomy. His family members would come by to visit or ogle, but it wasn’t the same as Matthew being able to go out. Suddenly he was isolated with — with his babies. Just him and the kids packed in his belly. Packed to bursting. His mind was spinning and he felt deranged.

The door opened, and Harrison walked in. The man seemed entirely amused. He walked over to pet Matthew’s swell.

“Let’s get you nice and plump,” Harrison taunted. “You’re gonna take good care of those babies.”

“Nngghhh…” And Matthew wanted to. He wanted to grow and fill, to take care of them, to feed them. He could focus on little else.

The hormones were overwhelming. So potent, they encompassed his being. Matthew groaned, rubbing whatever he could reach of his massive belly. It felt like a boulder, pinning him there.

“Nothing but an incubator,” Harrison remarked. “Breeding like a bitch and you love it.”

His insides were twisting and turning, Matthew rubbing desperately, wanting to comfort them. He wanted to feed them.

His belly tremored then made an odd mewling noise that left Matthew gasping for breath. “What are we gonna tell mom—” he choked out, tensing as his insides gave a powerful, bubbling lurch. “—w-when I have them. Errrghhh!” He arched against another flurry of movement.

Harrison just smiled. Then he went to the closet, dragging out one of the boxes. He kept the room stocked with cheap snacks and candy bars. He brought the junk food over to Matthew and started shoving it into his mouth.

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Matthew dozed in and out of sleep throughout the day. He would awake to his belly trembling ominously, or giving off a strange, erratic gurgling.

That afternoon when he awoke, he heard people speaking outside of his bedroom door.

“I don’t know mom, there’s something wrong with Matthew,” Brian was saying.

Matthew felt his blood turn to ice. Had his mother returned?

“Nonsense,” Harrison butted in. “He’s fine, he just gained a little more weight. Brian, you must not make fun of you brother.”

As the door opened, Matthew attempted to pull a sheet over his swell, not that it hid anything.

Brian walked into the room with Harrison and…a phone. He was on a video call.

“Mom wants to talk to you,” Brian mumbled, handing the phone over. He gave Matthew a morbid look then quickly shuffled off.

Matthew held the phone up to his face, ensuring that no other part of his body was visible. His free hand couldn’t help cupping his orb, trying to pacify the lurching movements. He was full of his stepdad. Full of Harrison’s babies. “Hi mom,” he managed.

“Matthew, how are you doing?” Diane asked, peering at him through the screen.

“Good,” Matthew lied. He pressed his lips together to contain a belch, before continuing, “I’ve been applying for jobs and…” And he had a belly full of her husband’s babies. “…I’m hopeful,” he managed.

Matthew felt a strange twinge of sensation in his chest, and then…wetness? He looked down, and stared in shock at his shirt dampening. His nipples were…leaking. His cheeks heated and he looked up to see Harrison smirking at him.

“As long as everything’s all right,” said his mother.

“Y-yes,” Matthew stammered.

She frowned at him a moment longer. “Okay dear, put your father back on the phone.”

Matthew handed the phone over to Harrison. “Like I said, he’s doing fine,” Harrison assured as he left the room.

“Are you sure he’s not on drugs?” Diane asked.

Their voices faded as Harrison continued down the hallway.

Matthew just drew in ragged breaths.

This was so messed up.

He arched and whimpered, more milk seeping out from his swollen nipples.

Mom is going to kill me.