LOGINBy thirty weeks, Emma’s pregnancy had become an all-consuming obsession. Her belly was massive now a heavy, low-hanging globe that forced her to waddle and made every movement a reminder of her submission. Her breasts were constantly full and leaking, dark nipples hypersensitive and staining her bras with colostrum. The thick plugs in her pussy and ass were a near-constant presence, keeping her filled with the remnants of Jax and Marcus’s loads.But for the first time in months, her Daddies were busy.Jax had a multi-day work trip out of state, and Marcus was tied up with back-to-back client meetings. Their texts had gone from commanding and frequent to short and sporadic. *Busy today, slut. Be good.* That was all she got yesterday. No visits. No quick car fucks. No basement worship sessions.By the second afternoon, Emma was crawling out of her skin.She paced the living room in nothing but an oversized shirt that bare
Emma’s belly had grown even more impressive by twenty-nine weeks. The heavy, rounded dome dominated her frame, stretching every outfit she owned and drawing constant attention. Mark had insisted on coming to the ultrasound appointment, but at the last minute a work emergency forced him to cancel. Emma had feigned disappointment while secretly texting Jax and Marcus the good news.*They’re letting me record it on my phone for him,* she wrote.Jax replied instantly: *Good. We’ll be filming too. Everything.*She arrived at the imaging center wearing a loose maternity blouse and skirt, the thick plugs still firmly in place from the night before. Her breasts felt especially full, already leaking small wet spots into the nursing pads. The technician, a kind middle-aged woman, smiled warmly as Emma lay back on the table and lifted her shirt.“Such a healthy-looking bump! Let’s see how baby is doing.”The cool gel hit her taut s
Emma’s phone buzzed on the kitchen counter while she was folding laundry. At twenty-eight weeks, her belly had grown even heavier, a prominent, perfectly round dome that made everyday tasks slower and more deliberate. The baby kicked vigorously as she reached for the phone, and she smiled despite herself, one hand automatically cradling the swell.Jax: *Parking lot behind the old mall. 20 minutes. Wear a dress. No panties. Plugs stay in until we say.*Her pulse quickened. Mark was at work for another few hours, and the house felt too quiet, too safe. She typed back quickly.Emma: *Yes, Daddy.*She changed into a loose, flowy maternity sundress that still clung to her curves, her full breasts straining against the fabric, dark nipples faintly visible through the thin material. The heavy silicone plugs shifted inside her as she walked to the car, already making her wet. A fresh trickle of yesterday’s cum leaked around them.The abandoned mall parking lot was mostly empty, cracked asphal
The house was still in the quiet hours after midnight. Emma lay beside Mark in their king-sized bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting gentle shadows across the room. At twenty-six weeks, her pregnant belly rose like a full moon beneath the thin sheet, round and heavy, the skin stretched tight and shiny from the oil Marcus and Jax had massaged into it earlier that night in the basement. She could still feel the warm weight of their cum trapped deep inside her by the thick plugs one in her pussy, one in her ass shifting subtly with every breath.Mark’s hand rested possessively on the curve of her bump, his thumb tracing slow, loving circles exactly where Jax’s hand had been hours earlier. He hadn’t fallen back asleep yet. Emma could tell by the tension in his shoulders and the way his breathing stayed uneven.“Babe…” Mark whispered finally, his voice thick with hesitation. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her with
The house was quiet except for the low hum of the ceiling fan. Mark had gone to bed early after another long day, kissing Emma’s swollen belly goodnight and murmuring how much he loved watching their “little family” grow. She had smiled, stroked his hair, and waited until his breathing deepened into sleep before slipping out of bed.Her phone had buzzed an hour earlier with a simple command from Jax: *Basement. Tonight we worship that belly properly.*At nearly twenty-six weeks, Emma’s pregnancy was impossible to ignore. Her belly was large, round, and heavy, stretching her skin tight with a dark line running down the center. Her breasts had grown fuller, heavier, and had begun leaking colostrum clear drops that stained her bras and made her nipples hypersensitive. Every movement reminded her of the life inside her… and who had put it there.She descended the basement stairs in nothing but a sheer black robe that hung open over her naked, pregnant form. Jax and Marcus were already wai
Thanksgiving dinner at Mark’s parents’ house was in full swing. The long oak table groaned under the weight of roasted turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and all the traditional sides. Laughter and warm conversation filled the dining room as Mark’s extended family his parents, two sisters, their husbands, and a handful of cousins passed plates and shared stories. Emma sat beside Mark, her hand resting on her prominent 24-week pregnant belly, smiling politely while the baby kicked steadily beneath her palm. “You’re glowing, sweetheart,” Mark’s mother said warmly, reaching over to pat her hand. “That belly is getting so big! Mark must be taking such good care of you.” “He is,” Emma replied, squeezing her husband’s hand. The words tasted bitter. Mark had been nothing but attentive rubbing her feet, helping with chores, proudly showing ultrasound photos to anyone who asked. Yet every kick from the baby inside her reminded her whose DNA was really growing there. Mark leaned over and kis
Emma sat nervously in the waiting room of the women’s clinic, her legs pressed tightly together. The heavy steel plug was still lodged deep in her pussy, keeping the morning load Jax had dumped inside her before she left the house. Mark had offered to come with her to the first prenatal appointment
The smell of garlic and roasted chicken filled the kitchen as Mark moved around with a proud smile on his face. He had spent the last two hours preparing what he called his “special welcome-home dinner,” even though he’d already been back for weeks. Emma sat at the dining table, watching him with a
Emma’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking as she sat on the edge of the bathtub, staring at the small plastic stick on the counter. The bathroom door was locked, but Mark was right in the next room, humming some old song while he folded laundry on their bed. The normalcy of it made her stomach twist even
Emma woke up with a wave of nausea that hit her like a truck. Her stomach churned violently as she bolted upright in bed, hand flying to her mouth. Mark stirred beside her, still half-asleep, reaching out with that same gentle touch that used to make her feel safe. Now it just felt wrong.“Baby? Yo







