More depraved misogyny coming your way, I'm afraid. Well... hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1
My belly was swelling and had been for at least a few weeks. I tried my best to pretend it wasn’t happening, and I was able to... for a while. But deep down I knew.

We had only been married a few months. My parents told me I was lucky to get a husband. I’ve always been painfully shy and quiet, especially around men. Thankfully John saw something in me - I don't really know why.

To tell the truth, I was a little young to get married. We had a small ceremony with just the preacher and my parents - and John of course. He is a bit older than me, so ma and pa were worried about what people might say. But John worked everything out. I heard them talking one night in the parlor when they thought I was asleep. My father was shouting up a storm but then John said something that stopped him dead in his tracks. John is good with words like that. He’s a big man in town because his family owns the mine. Pretty much everyone here works for the mine someway or another.

Once we were married, John took no time in teaching me how to be a good wife. I don't think I did a very good job at first. It was a little painful and I had to bite on the pillow to keep from crying out. But John was patient and we worked at it at least a couple times every day. After each time I was a bit sore from how he stretched me. Sometimes, I could feel him pushing deep inside of me, like he was trying to reach something. That always hurt because it felt like he was almost in my tummy.

After a few weeks my regular flow stopped. I told myself it was just nerves and getting used to a big, new house. It had happened before and always came back, so I didn’t think anything of it. Still, I remember thinking that something just seemed... off. If I tried to eat in the morning, I would immediately feel this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. But with all of the housework I had to do, I stayed busy enough to push the feeling out of my mind.  I didn’t say anything to John, of course. I was afraid to bother him with something so silly.

It was harder to ignore my changing shape. It started out small. I just felt something… solid down below my belly button. It was like a twinge sometimes when I leaned over. I’d look in the mirror after washing myself and convince myself I was just gaining a little weight. But as the days passed, the pretty dresses that John bought for me were starting to get a little uncomfortable.

I knew what was happening, some part of me knew, but I couldn't actually face it. I love families and children, or the idea of them, but I didn't want to have one just yet. The thought of having something inside of me, growing bigger and bigger, not caring at all how I felt about it, terrified me. I could just see myself, a skinny girl with an impossibly huge, bloated stomach, waddling down main street while everyone watched. I’d be the laughing stock of the town. "Look at little Sarah," I could hear them say, "Lordy, how she’s grown! Why, just a few years ago boys were pulling her pigtails in the school yard. Now look at her!" How could I hold my head up and look anyone in the eye?

Days turned into weeks, and I couldn’t ignore it anymore. My belly was getting pretty pudgy, like I had eaten a big Thanksgiving dinner but couldn’t digest it. Eventually John noticed the difference too. He was still laying with me as often as he could, and one day he looked at me real funny when I took off my nightgown. All the sudden he got real excited and made me go see the doctor the very next day. Of course the doctor confirmed it. John was thrilled. I was happy to make him so excited, but on the inside I was crying.

I thought that the news would mean that John would want to leave me alone for a while, but it seemed to light a fire under him. He would grab me by the hips, rub my little belly with his big hands, and pull me close. It seemed like every time I wasn’t doing the chores, I was taking him inside of me, morning sickness or not. Maybe he just wanted to make sure that the seed took. I don’t know, but he hardly gave me a moment of peace.

I started to show really early. I had known some of my mama’s cousins who got big with their babies, and some other women who didn’t seem to show much at all. I never saw anyone like me, though. I got big faster than I thought was possible. It was just awful - my worst fears were coming true. That baby was soon pushing my dresses out to where it was obvious. The few times each week that I left the house to get groceries or to go to church, I could see the women looking at me with twinkling eyes and unkind smiles. I knew that as soon as I left they would be talking about me.

The bigger I got, the more John seemed to want to take me out and show me off. I wanted nothing more than to stay home and hide, but I guess John was so happy about being a daddy that he wanted to show everyone. I tried to wear my old, loose dress to hide my belly, but John made me put on my best pink and white polka dot dress - the one he bought for me when we were courting. It was really too small for the way my body was now, but John insisted. When I put it on and looked in the mirror, I looked absolutely huge. My belly was just swelling out like a melon below my breasts, and the fabric cinched up so that you could see every curve. I tried to protest, but John got cross and shouted that I was ashamed and I was trying to hide his baby. I said I was sorry and that he was right, of course. Still, I felt so embarrassed in that tight little dress.

That day, we walked around town and I felt like everyone’s eyes were following me. I swear I noticed a few old men leering at me over their game of cards as we walked by the courthouse. The worst was when a group of girls I used to go to school with walked by and started giggling when we passed. A few women shook their heads and whispered to each other. John seemed to love the attention. He had a big grin on his face and was touching all over me, more than usual. It was a little uncomfortable with how he would just touch me and talk about me like I wasn’t there.

On the way back home, he stopped to speak with a few old friends. They asked about business and how he was doing, then asked after me. “I got a big boy growing in there!” John said, laughing. “She sure is taking it well. It’ll be real interesting to see how she handles it when that baby really starts to put on weight. Don’t seem like she could get much bigger but we got a long way to go!” He looked at me then, like he was judging a prize heifer at the county fair. He turned back to his friends. “You ought to do like me, fellas, and get a nice young wife who can handle making a family. You don’t want one of those old maids who’ve been on the shelf too long. Who knows, we could have 20 children by the time we’re done!” Then he rubbed my belly as they all laughed.

I didn’t know what to say. We’d never even talked about having this baby! John had just seemed to have his way since the first day we met. I felt like a leaf in a stream, being carried away to who knows where. 20 children? The idea put a chill up my spine. Imagine being like this for 19 other babies. Why, that would pretty much take my whole life! And I hadn’t even gotten halfway through this one... I almost cried thinking about it.

I told myself that surely he was just joking. Everything was gonna be fine. I would just have to trust John and be the best wife that I could be.

Still, I had this gnawing feeling somewhere in the back of my mind that something seemed off. I should have listened. I should have listened.

Good stuff mesarocket! Looking forward to more

Mmmm. Petite body, large baby .... then again, I wonder if there might be 2 or 3 babies in her belly, with the way she's shaping up and stretching out. I'd love to read more!

Man this intro lays the groundwork for a great story. Really looking forward to all subsequent parts!

Great Start! waiting for more

Very exciting start! Good to see another story of yours, really love most of your stories so far. Is this one going to follow multiple pregnancies?

Chapter 2

I was rubbing my taut belly in front of the mirror, wondering how I had gotten like this. I was about 7 months along and feeling every inch of it. I raised my hands and ran them down my body, first over my breasts, which had become swollen and puffy, then down the tight skin of my belly where the baby was growing. It didn’t matter if I pushed my breath out or tried to suck my stomach in. The baby was there, a heavy weight pulling me forward and growing bigger every day. I passed my fingers gently over my belly button. It had begun to poke out with all of the pressure. I sighed and looked at myself. I was the same skinny girl with the plain face and bony body, but I had exploded in the middle. It was amazing to think there was really a baby in there, its big head pushing my smooth white skin out. I tried to imagine that same head sliding down through my pelvis and out of my body, but it seemed like something out of science fiction. And yet I knew it was going to happen. The idea sent shivers up my spine, and yet it was also fascinating in a way. Every girl like me was made for this purpose, however impossible it all seemed. I think the thing that really scared me was that there was nothing I could do to stop it, and as big as I was now, I was only going to get bigger. How big would the baby be when it was ready to come out? Could I even push it out? I was so tight, even for John. How could I possibly manage it? I felt completely helpless.

I heard footsteps approaching and then John was behind me, locking me in his arms. I tried to move away but he held me tight. Even after all this time I still didn't feel at ease around him. He moved one hand up and down my belly slowly, feeling the heft of it and studying my changing body. I could feel him growing harder, his manhood pressing against my backside. He moved his big hand up and squeezed my right breast hard. I sucked in air at the sharp pain. He held it a moment and then ran his hand down my belly and continued down past my pelvis and over my slit, slowly feeling my tender flesh. He then moved his hand around back and felt me from behind, his finger pushing my folds apart. I closed my eyes and tried to control the rush of emotions I was feeling. It was uncomfortable, but I couldn't deny the sensations of pleasure his fingers created as they stroked me. After a long moment, John moved his finger slowly backwards. He had never touched me there and I felt a little shocked. I turned my head to try to meet his eyes, but he shushed me and held me all the closer with his left arm. I could feel his finger exploring places they shouldn’t, circling around my other opening. My whole body tensed up and I prayed nothing more would come of it, but then I felt his finger moving closer and closer. Before I knew what was happening I felt him push it inside me. I tried to pull away, but John held me tight. He pushed his finger deeper and my jaws clenched as he penetrated me. It wasn't that it was so painful, it just felt wrong, especially since I was carrying a baby. I prayed that it would end soon and eventually I felt him pull his finger out.

I made to break away from him, but he held me even closer. It was then that I felt how hard he had become. His thick member throbbed rhythmically behind me. Without saying a word, he spread my cheeks and started guiding himself into me. To my horror, he was trying to force his wide tip into the same dark place he had just finished teasing. “No, John!” I said in shock, but he ignored me. I felt pressure on my entrance that threatened to tear me apart. My body resisted and I cried out as he pushed relentlessly deeper. Centimeters that felt like miles. Waves of a strange painful pleasure rolled through my body, electric current racing up my spine.

Just as he was about to break through my defenses entirely, the doorbell rang. He tried to ignore it, but it rang a second time, then a third.

“Christ almighty!” he shouted and pulled away, leaving a void I never knew existed. He angrily grabbed his pants from the floor where he had discarded them and stomped down the hallway. I quickly threw on a dress and fixed my disheveled hair.

When I got to the parlor, I saw John talking to a young woman, maybe a year or two older than me. She was pretty, with caramel skin and a fine, strong figure. She wore a yellow dress with black flowers printed on it and a large white hat. Next to her sat a suitcase, clearly stuffed full as if for a long trip. She was staring down at the floor, avoiding my eyes.

John had lit a cigarette and was staring out the window. He glanced disinterestedly over at me as I walked in, like one might eye an old dog that had just slunk in through the screen door. Staring out the window again he said, “Honey, meet Daisy. She’s gonna be staying with us for a while as a live-in maid. Soon enough you’re gonna need the help. She’ll stay in the little room over the stairs.” With that, he unceremoniously walked out the front door, leaving the two of us in awkward silence.

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Weeks passed and Daisy and I eventually grew to know each other. I was glad to have someone else in the house to talk to. We mostly spoke about ordinary things, people we knew or places we wanted to go. Daisy had traveled a bit, and I was envious of her for that. I’d been stuck here in this little mining town my whole life.

She was also very interested in my pregnancy - what it felt like, how my body had changed, what foods I liked to eat. She eventually asked if she could rub my belly and I said OK. It felt good to have her warm hand caressing my skin. I was taut as a drum and itchy with the baby’s growth. Lately, I felt like I was carrying a watermelon in front of me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her hands slowly moving from the top of my belly down to the bottom, searching for signs of life just underneath the surface. It felt so good and I must have accidentally let out a little moan, because Daisy suddenly pulled her hands away. I blushed and quickly changed the conversation, but I noticed a little later that Daisy was rubbing her own belly.

She must really want a baby of her own, I thought. Come to think of it, she hadn’t even been around a man except for John since she had come to live here. She was gonna have a hard time getting married if she stayed cooped up in this house all the time. But I judged her as something of a homebody. She hardly left the house and preferred to wear loose, old sweaters most of the time. She never complained, though. I figured she must have been in a bad situation. She never talked much about where she’d come from, but I got the sense it wasn’t something she’d much care to run back to.

One day, I was leaning over to pick up a book I had dropped when I felt a little flutter - maybe a kick? I stood there, bent over, for a long moment, my hand resting on the book on the floor for balance. I was waiting for another movement when I sensed someone behind me. I pulled myself up and noticed it was Daisy. How long had she been there? As I wondered, she walked over and stopped close to me. “May I?” she asked. “Okay,” I said, “I think I just felt a kick.”

Daisy put her hands delicately on my heavy, round belly. I felt the warmth of her hands and her body close to mine. It felt good. She smelled sweet, like lilacs. I stood there for what felt like an eternity, feeling her delicate hands moving like silken spiders over my belly. 

She looked into my eyes and I lost myself for a moment. In slow motion, she slid her hands behind my back and pulled me closer. Our bellies were touching, and I could feel the heat of her body. It was luxurious tension to be so close to her. Lost as I was in that moment, it took me a long while before I noticed something that had been nagging at my brain. There was something between us, something besides my large belly. It was almost as if…

I gasped and looked into her eyes, my own eyes widening. “You… you too?” I asked, breathlessly. She nodded, her face brightening with a smile. Her hands moved to her own stomach, rubbing the mound partially hidden below her baggy sweater.

And then before I knew what was happening, she leaned forward and kissed me, her satin lips enveloping mine. It was like falling into a deep pool of water. She was so beautiful and I had been so lonely. Never alone, and yet lonely all the same. I kissed her desperately, pressing myself against her heaving breasts and swollen stomach. I ran my hands over her body, exploring its ripened curves. I was amazed to feel how large she was. Underneath those baggy clothes, Daisy was almost as far along as I was. I felt the firmness and solidity of the baby growing there, transforming her body just like it was mine.

“Daisy, how…” I began to ask, but I lost my words when she pulled her shirt over her head and revealed her beautiful caramel breasts, heavy and full. Her nipples were like soft, delicate flower petals that had begun to darken to a deep milk chocolate. Her wide hips rested seductively below a perfectly smooth and round belly. She was like a vision of fertility or some goddess to be worshiped. I knew somehow that her stunning shape would only improve as she was filled with more and more life.

My memories after that were disjointed sensations - the feel of my hand on her warm, large breast. Her ruby lips cupping my painfully tender nipple. A playful bite and a jolt of pain. Bellies sliding over each other as we positioned ourselves on the bed. Finding my tongue flicking down between her silky thighs, the taste of salty and yet sweet earthiness. Falling backwards onto the bed, breathless, my gravid belly pointing toward heaven. Daisy’s burning fingers sliding over my prone form, tracing paths over my swollen mound, downward towards my crotch, then penetrating inside me. Throwing my head back in an ecstatic moan of release. Finally warmth and the darkness of sleep.

When I awoke Daisy was gone, and I lay staring out the window into the bright afternoon sky, remembering the feel of her solid body against mine. What were we? We were miles apart as individuals, but we were sisters in motherhood and companions in life. And now lovers it seemed.

But my thoughts turned to John as they were often forced to. His frustration, the anger inside him. I resolved to never tell him about what had happened between Daisy and I. In fact it was probably best if Daisy and I didn’t continue whatever had been started. I could only imagine John’s reaction and what that would mean for us… or Daisy for that matter. I felt incredibly vulnerable. This baby had transformed my body to such degrees that I was practically useless, except for growing larger it seemed. Each day I felt larger and larger. I could barely walk, resting my hands on the huge mound of flesh that now dominated my field of vision as I slowly moved about my daily tasks. It was getting hard to even help myself out of bed. How could I possibly oppose John, who provided every physical comfort for me. And what right did I have? It was his child that I was carrying. I was his wife. Wasn’t I supposed to obey my husband? Yes, I never really had any choice. And on some deep, primeval level, I felt myself preparing for my child’s inevitable birth - something I both longed desperately for, and feared above all else.

I determined to be a perfect wife to John, and to bury any troublesome feelings about Daisy deep down, before they consumed me and ruined us all.

Chapter 3

Why did everything have to be so itchy? Cotton, wool, linen… it didn’t matter. I was bursting out of nearly every piece of clothing I wore, and the early summer heat didn’t help. Most of the time I wore an old faded cotton dress that felt more like a sheet than a piece of clothing. It draped down over my enormous 8 month pregnant belly like a waterfall of thin fabric. But it was the most comfortable thing to wear because it didn’t chafe my nipples, which had become unbelievably sensitive.

I had become a waddling, swollen mess these last few weeks. I could have sworn my waist was growing a few inches a week. It felt like I was more belly than girl at this point. At least I hadn’t developed any unsightly stretchmarks, and at least my body was otherwise trim. It was just this massive belly I carried in front of me. On the rare occasions I went out of the house, I noticed people staring at me and pointing. Every movement seemed to tire me and simple tasks were now beyond me, like tying a shoelace. I had given up and taken to wearing slippers at all times.

The bigger I got, the more powerless I felt. It seemed like my body had taken control and there was nothing I could do but watch helplessly as I grew larger, and larger, and larger. I was already bigger than any woman in my family had ever been, and I was beginning to worry. Was there something wrong with the baby? I didn’t even want to imagine that. I eventually grew so concerned that I called for the doctor, which upset John. He said that it was all in my mind and that I was as “healthy as a heifer.”

But the doctor came out and examined me. He felt with his hands all around my belly, putting pressure on different parts and muttering to himself. While he agreed that I was big, he said that this sort of thing happens and not to worry if I was otherwise healthy. It was somewhat comforting, but the visit wasn’t the enlightening event I was hoping for.

John was much the same as ever, busy with work and busy with me when he was home. I was now used to his rough style of lovemaking, and did what I could to please him - taking him into my mouth and sucking gently up and down, then harder and harder until he ejaculated into my throat or onto my breasts and belly. I offered myself to him when I sensed he wanted me, submissively bending over the foot of our bed so that he could take me. I had even learned to enjoy his visits in a way, but in the back of my mind I still imagined Daisy’s lips on mine and the feel of her silken body. There was a warmth there that was completely different from John’s cold, calculating mind.

Speaking of Daisy, she had grown as well. Over the weeks her breasts and belly had filled out like a ripe and juicy fruit. We had hardly spoken since our last encounter, but I could tell she had been hurt by my silence and withdrawal from her company. But it wasn’t as if I was indifferent. Every sight of her was agony. I wanted nothing more than to melt into her beautiful, warm curves and feel her naked body against mine. But I was completely tied to John. Without him I had no prospects and would be virtually destitute. Plus he was the father of the child I was growing. But my mind always turned back to Daisy.

It became agony living in the same house with her. The days were long and tense as we both paced around the house, growing bigger each day and trying to avoid each other while still going about our daily routines. One day I sat in a rocking chair working on a sweater I was knitting when I caught Daisy out of the corner of my eye. She was staring out the window, taking a break from cleaning and unaware that I was watching her. The afternoon sun cast her face in a beautiful glowing light. She stood there, the perfect picture of a woman in the spring of motherhood, sighing and rubbing her flowering womb. I stared at her in a trance, completely powerless to look away.

I had been so focused on myself recently that I hadn’t fully appreciated the changes Daisy had been through. Whereas my breasts had certainly filled, they were nothing compared to Daisy’s. She had positively exploded. Her breasts were wonderfully engorged, like they were ready to burst with sweet milk. Her brassieres and dresses strained to contain her changed bosom, which now rested atop an equally impressive belly. The changes to her body had given her a wonderfully maternal and soft look. She certainly had that elusive pregnant “glow” that every woman desires. Looking at her, the deepest fathoms of my mind were awakened. I wondered what it would be like to relieve some of the pressure of those breasts, sucking those delicate chocolate nipples between my hungry lips until I felt the warm trickle of her sweet milk in my mouth. I began to feel hot and wet just thinking about it, and unconsciously moved my hand between my legs, gently massaging my aching sex. Just at that moment, she turned in my direction and must have noticed me staring at her. I quickly pulled my hand from beneath my heavily swollen belly, realizing how I must look. I pulled myself awkwardly out of my chair and left the room as quickly as I was able, my face a deep red flush. I’m not sure how much she saw, or noticed, but I felt terribly embarrassed.

That night I lay alone in my bed, thinking of course about Daisy. John had gone away on business again as he often did. I was yet again imagining Daisy’s soft fingers running slowly down my side, her hands feeling my belly…

Suddenly I heard the door creak open. Surprised and a little scared, I looked silently toward the darkened doorway. A figure stepped in. To my relief, it was just Daisy. She wore a satin pink nightie that was a bit too tight for her heavily pregnant belly. I could see her belly button poking out from below the fabric, a small glimpse of her smooth skin that curved up her swollen abdomen.

“I’m sorry. I…” she said, pausing halfway across the room to my bed. “I thought I heard a noise. I just wanted to check that you were alright.”

“I’m all right,” I said in a quiet, choked voice. “I didn’t hear anything. I’m not sleeping too well these days…” Being so close to her was intoxicating. I was losing myself again.

Daisy stood awkwardly, staring at me with an odd, clouded look on her face.

“Daisy, I…” I began, but stopped abruptly when she began crossing the bedroom towards me. Before I knew what was really happening we were in each other’s arms again. The magic was still there, maybe stronger than ever, and I greedily drank up her presence. Her lips pressed tightly against mine as we released all of the tension that had been building for those long weeks. I felt her warm hand moving over my tight belly, so large and uncomfortable from the nearly full term baby within. We kissed passionately, our tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths as we removed our night clothes in the abandon of passion. It was a desperate frenzy of fertile flesh between two young mothers-to-be as we tried to make up for lost time. 

Pushing her back on the bed, I carefully positioned myself with my knees on the floor and her legs on either side of me. I ran my trembling hands between her solid, sturdy thighs, towards the perfect entrance before me. I paused, worshiping her transformed figure and the beauty of her feminine body. On an impulse I bent forward and licked with my tongue starting from the underside of her very pregnant belly upwards and along the faintly darkened line of her linea negra. I continued up and over her protruding belly button, relishing the hard knot of resistance against my tongue. Daisy’s beauty had only increased as she progressed through her pregnancy, and I loved her new body even more than when I first met her. My hands rubbed every inch of her gravid form, as if I was trying to commit to memory each sublime curve with my fingers.

I finally bent down, like a supplicant at the altar, my mouth exploring the fleshy folds of her soft and ripe vagina. She tasted amazing to me as I sucked and licked and kissed, gobbling her flesh up greedily. There was something perverse and yet incredibly sensual about knowing that mere inches away from my roving tongue was a womb swelling with an unborn child, relentlessly pushing her firm skin tighter and tighter like an overtaxed drum until it finally burst, like some fruited flower. Her moans of pleasure spurred me to even greater diligence, and I buried myself up to my nose between her legs. I rubbed my own even heavier belly, feeling the huge organ growing beneath my skin. My sex was aching and wet with lust, and for some odd reason it was in this moment that I, for the first and only time, was at peace with the fact that I would soon be a mother. Daisy made it feel right that we should both be bringing new life into the world, as if we were two queen bees whose singular purpose was an unquestionable and necessary part of existence.

When Daisy finally came, I felt the convulsions and was glad. She deserved this and better, and I felt guilty for denying her for so long. She lay for a long moment, basking in the radiant afterglow. I lay down next to her on the bed, my hand reaching down and continuing to massage her wet, warm opening.

Daisy crawled slowly out of bed, and now it was my time to enjoy some much needed attention. I lay on my back, my large taut belly towering over me. My breasts were like foothills to a great mountain, and I could no longer see Daisy over the belly that dominated my view. I spread my legs wide, my hips breathing a sigh of relief as I opened myself up. I felt Daisy place her hands on my thighs and then my mind exploded with pleasure as she began to caress me with her mouth. I was lost in ecstasy. Daisy had somehow found the perfect spot and was applying herself with a maddening patience and consistency. I was like a butterfly skewered with a pin. I moaned low and rubbed myself absently as she continued. I felt Daisy place her hand atop my swollen belly as if to balance herself, and then both of her hands were grabbing me, as if pulling her mouth in closer.

The feeling of those hands on my pregnant belly sent me over the moon, and as I grew close to orgasm I had a strange vision of my belly swelling impossibly bigger, my baby long overdue and forcing my body into a truly helpless and vulnerable state, until eventually the thin wall straining to hold back the contents of my womb weakened and finally gave way like a dam bursting. I could imagine the grotesque head of my child, grown far too large, moving downward until its huge crown began to mercilessly tear my tender birth canal apart, the contractions like an uncaring machine trying to force a cork into a bottle. Strangely, this disturbing vision only made me more desperate for the release of orgasm, and I cummed onto Daisy’s pretty face as I imagined pushing that horrible monster out of my body. It was a wracking, violent orgasm, and I felt my back arching against the considerable weight of my belly as Daisy continued to tongue me. In a daze, my vagina trembled uncontrollably as wave after wave hit me. After I had finished, Daisy climbed into bed with me. We both lay on our sides, her big belly filling in the curve of my lower back. It had been one of the best nights of my life, and despite my difficult situation, I knew that I couldn’t resist the feelings I had for Daisy anymore. I felt her baby kick, and I reached to hold my own belly where I felt a sympathetic stirring. Even our children were in sync, it seemed.

I closed my eyes and tried not to think about all of the complications this would cause in my life. I was already stretched thin, figuratively and literally, and I wasn’t sure I could fit anything else in.

It was then that the door flew open. Daisy and I sat up, holding the sheet over our naked bellies and breasts. Standing there with a half-crazed expression on his face, was John.

Descriptive work of the actual pregnancy itself is where it's 'at' for me - and it's something I've gone on about in the past. 

Well done! An excellent read, this... Really enjoyable.

For anyone following this story, thanks for your patience! The plot has been a little meandering, but I promise it's leading to something interesting, and hopefully satisfying. Mileage may vary, of course. I've tried to pick up the action a little in this chapter (and actually the next chapter should really start to groove). Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 4

“Well, when the cat’s away, the mice will play. Is that it?”

John stood in the doorway, his face a mask of fury. Daisy and I sat in bed, clutching the bed sheets over our bare breasts, in a failed attempt to conceal what was obvious to all.

“John, it’s not what you think…” I sputtered lamely. I wasn’t fooling anyone. Daisy sat beside me, silent and terrified.

“Oh that you’re not fucking behind my back?” he shouted, walking two steps closer. “Jesus, Sarah. After everything I’ve done for you? This home, that jewelry, all those nice dresses? Does that mean anything to you?” He glared at me with hard, merciless eyes. “That’s my child that you’re carrying. And here you are, fucking like two pregnant whores!”

I began to cry. It was true and I knew it. The whole situation was absurd. Daisy and I were only a month or so away from giving birth, and we had been rutting like two horny goats, our baby-filled bellies sliding all over each other as we kissed, suckled, and fucked each other with our fingers . I shouldn’t have even felt those feelings. It was just wrong! Motherhood was supposed to be something pure, something clean. Instead, we had turned it into something disgustingly sexual. On top of that I owed everything to John and had betrayed his trust.

John paced back and forth, fuming. After a moment, he turned to Daisy. “And you. I should have left you in that goddamn whorehouse in Kentucky!” 

I gasped and turned to face Daisy. Could it be true? The realization hit me slowly, all of the small facts connecting one at a time, like links on a chain. 

John walked up to Daisy and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You say that baby is mine, but how would I know? The only reason I brought you here, TO MY HOME, was because you were useful. You know, as well as I do, that you won’t last one goddamn minute out on the street. No one wants a used, pregnant whore.”

“That’s right,” John said, turning to me with a sadistic gleam in his eye, “So now you know you’re not the only piece of ass in the world.”

I stared at John, shocked. He had never spoken to me like this before. My whole world had been turned upside down in a matter of minutes.

“Your job,” he shouted, focusing all of his considerable anger on me, “Your job is to shut your mouth and do what I tell you. You think you’re something special? That mine runs this town, and guess who runs the mine? … That’s right, me! I could have any girl or woman in this town. You’re nothing without me.”

I could smell the whiskey on his breath. He pointed at me with his finger as he shouted. I held my belly instinctively, suddenly scared of the man I called my husband.

“That cunt belongs to me, and the only reason you’re here is to grow that fucking baby, or any other one I decide to put in you. Did you know that’s the only reason I chose you? As dumb as you are, you’re special.” He was enjoying this, clearly trying to hurt me.

“Yes, that’s right,” he said in a mocking tone, “Your mama’s famous around here for popping out runt after runt. Hell, it seems like she’s carried a big old belly in front of her for at least half her life. That’s probably why your family’s so poor. Guess your daddy just couldn’t keep his pecker out of her.”

I began sobbing. It was all too much to take. John just stood there laughing.

“Just look at you, a couple of pregnant whores. Don’t worry, I got plans for you. Oh yes, I got plans for you…”

And with that he strode unsteadily out of the room. Daisy and I sat crying in the silent gloom. Eventually, she stood awkwardly up and waddled out of the room. I lay listlessly on the bed, until sleep finally overcame me.

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When I woke up, it looked to be late morning. How long had I slept? The events of the previous night came flooding back in a jumble of fear and guilt. I couldn't believe I let myself give in to my lust with Daisy. I couldn’t believe the awful things John had said.

I slowly lifted myself to a sitting position and rubbed my heavy, swollen belly. It was like an anchor dragging me down. It stuck out more than a foot in front of me, resting on my bare thighs and almost touching the bed. How much longer did I have, I wondered? At the rate the baby was growing, I didn't even want to imagine what I would look like by then. Every single week I was bigger than the last, my belly pushing further and further out. It was hard and taut - a solid, heavy orb. John’s seed had taken root and grown like a hungry parasite, gorging itself and filling me up like a balloon. I was powerless, with no choice but to let the grub-like fetus keep feeding and growing. I wondered if there would come a point when I couldn't walk anymore, immobilized in bed with a hugely distended belly. I would be totally dependent on John’s scant mercy. The thought terrified me.

As I sat holding my gravid belly, the baby squirmed viciously, causing me to whimper. I imagined him moving his fat head lower and lower, pushing with all his might against my thinning cervix as he tried to burrow down through my hips and birth canal. I was horrified at the thought of my tender sex being ripped apart by that huge head, and yet I knew that was exactly what lay in store for me.

Sitting with these dark thoughts, I was brought back to reality by someone knocking on the front door. I got unsteadily to my feet and began to dress myself. As I did, I heard the conversation unfold. 

Daisy had answered the door and someone was evidently asking after John. It was a pleasant sounding man with a deep, rich voice.

“Will he be in sometime soon?” the man asked. Daisy responded that no, she hadn’t seen him all day. “Well, in that case,” he went on, “Will you let him know that Fred Deacon and the rest of the city council would just love it if he could say a few words during the opening ceremony at next month’s county fair? We couldn’t think of a better man for the job.”

Daisy said that she would let John know as soon as she saw him next. Fred Deacon thanked her and then there was a period of silence. I listened for the sound of the door closing, but it didn’t come. After a moment, I heard Fred say in a low, syrupy voice, “You sure are looking fine this morning, Miss…”

“Daisy,” she answered reluctantly.

“Daisy! My yes, what a lovely name. And so appropriate - I have always thought a young lady was at her most beautiful in the full bloom of motherhood. And you sure are blooming! My oh my!” He gave a dry kind of chuckle. An awkward silence ensued. “Yes, I think you must be just about ready to pop! Now what you want to do… what you want to do is just enjoy these last few days before you’re stuck taking care of that little one. As it happens I have a some free time this evening… Would you like to get out of the house and let me make your final days a little more… pleasurable?”

After a long moment, Daisy said flatly, “I need to get back to my chores. Good day, Mr. Deacon.”

“Yes, well…” he stammered, clearly put off. “You just make sure that John gets that message now, you hear?”

At last, I heard the door shut.

I was finished getting dressed by that point and made my way slowly downstairs. I walked into the kitchen, inwardly dreading the first interaction I would have with Daisy after last night’s affairs. However, when I met her eyes, she had a distant, troubled look about her.

“What is it, Daisy?” I asked, suddenly worried.

“He’s been in there since last night,” she said, then pointed her finger towards the barn. The wide barn doors stood slightly ajar, ominously silent across the small yard.

“Since last night?” I repeated, incredulous. “What on earth is he doing in there?”

“I don’t know, but it can’t be good,” she said, ominously.

I began to think about the night before and how John had discovered me with Daisy. And how drunk he had been. Surely he wasn’t the kind of person who would do anything drastic…

The more I thought about it, the more I worried. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore and decided I better check on him. Without a word to Daisy, I walked unsteadily out the back door and towards the barn.

Sliding one of the big doors halfway open, I was already out of breath. Moving around was getting much harder these days, and the barn door was heavy and moved slowly on its rusty track.

“John?” I said in a small, quiet voice. It came out more like a squeak. I stepped reluctantly into the shadows of the barn.

As my eyes adjusted, I noticed a large contraption made out of wood standing on the hay-covered floor. Curious, despite my fear, I moved a few steps closer to examine it..

“Come take a look,” spoke a voice behind me.

“John!” I cried, startled. I felt a painful kick from the baby and clutched my belly. ”Thank God. I was so worried about you.”

He looked at me with a cold expression. “Yeah… Come here.”

He walked past me toward the object. “What is it?” I asked, following him obediently like a puppy.

“It’s a stock and pillory. A long time ago they would use something like this to punish criminals. They’d put their head and hands through these holes and leave them to the mercy of the crowd.” The thought sent chills up my spine.

“You… you built this?” was all I could think to say.

“The county fair is coming up, and since it’ll be close to Halloween the city council thought it’d  be a fun thing. You know, for folks to take photographs and such. So I volunteered to build it.”

He looked at it with a sense of pride, walking over and running his hand slowly over rough surface. He lifted the heavy upper section, leaving a gap big enough to slide a person’s head and hands through.

“Go on, give it a try,” he said, looking expectantly at me.

“Oh, I… I don’t…” I stammered. Something about it made me uneasy.

“Give it a try,” he repeated, this time with much less warmth.

“Alright then,” I said reluctantly. I walked around behind the thing and leaned over, placing my head and hands through the holes. Hopefully this would satisfy him and we could go back inside. It was warm in the barn and I was beginning to sweat. My belly was so heavy and the awkward position I was in made it feel like dead weight. It hung there in mid air, pulling me down. I spread my legs to make the weight a little easier to bear. My breasts at least appreciated the freedom, swinging gently in my dress. I hadn’t bothered with a bra for weeks. They were so uncomfortable at this point. 

John dropped the top of the pillory down. It landed home with a dull thud. The wood around my neck and wrists was surprisingly snug. I didn’t want to imagine being one of those poor souls who had been forced into one of these a couple hundred years ago.

I heard a metallic click.

“John, what was that?” I said nervously. “Can I get out of here now?”

“Not quite yet,” he said. I heard the sounds of his footsteps receding behind me, then returning a moment later. Was this some kind of silly joke. If so, it wasn’t very funny.

“John, I really…” I began to protest but was cut short when I felt a tug on my dress and the sound of scissors. What was he doing? I tried to pull my hands free but they were stuck fast. I lifted my shoulders but the solid wood wouldn't move an inch. I was locked in and there was no way I could possibly get out on my own.

I felt cool air on my skin and heard the sound of what must have been my dress hitting the floor. 

“John, what are you doing??” I asked, panic setting in.

With seeming indifference, John walked around to where I could see him and leaned down to brush a few stray hairs from my face. He was smiling now, an unkind expression on his face. I had to roll my eyes up to see his face. Settling languidly down into a squatting position, he put his face inches away from mine.

“There are a few things we need to straighten out, Sarah,” he said. “Like who you are and what you want to be.”

“John, I’m sorry,” I said, tears welling up. “It was nothing. Daisy and I, well it just kind of happened. It’s nothing!”

His smile faltered. I had clearly said the wrong thing.

“Yeah, well we’ll see about that I guess.”

“John, I… please. Just let me out of here. I swear…”

But my sobs of protest were cut off as he stuffed a handkerchief into my mouth.

“MmmMMMm HHMHMMMMm HHHMMMMHMHMM!” I tried to speak but couldn’t. It was hard enough to breathe. I had to take deep breaths through my nose and fight the urge to hyperventilate.

John walked somewhere behind me. I strained my neck to turn my head but it was useless. Then I felt his fingers stroking gently down my side, feeling the curves of my body, and making their way down until they rested on my hip. It was an unexpected, sensual caress, which sent tingles down my spine despite the fact that I was still terrified. Then he began feeling my belly with his hand, exploring it as if for the first time. I was so swollen with his baby - my skin, though it was free of stretchmarks, had the faintest spidery blue veins beginning to show under the surface. He placed his hand directly below the taut orb and and palmed the expanse of domed flesh like a basketball. Lifting up, he held the considerable weight momentarily in his hand. The relief on my back felt amazing for the few moments he continued to hold. I had forgotten what it felt like to be free of the constant weight. But eventually, he allowed my gravid belly to drop down again, ending the brief reprieve. 

My mind was racing as I tried to piece together what he might be planning for me. I never would have thought he was capable of something like this. Surely he wouldn’t hurt me, or the baby for that matter. Or would he? This situation was totally beyond the pale. I had to admit to myself that I had no idea what he was truly capable of. 

But my thoughts were interrupted when he gave me a smart slap to my belly. It was hard enough, like someone might slap a hog to get it going into the pen, and it made a sound like a raw steak falling onto the floor. You could hear heft and solidity in the sound, mass from the tissue and liquid that had continually expanded my womb for months. I was a little taken aback, even offended, at John’s callousness. It was like he was literally treating me like a piece of meat.

I could hear his footsteps moving somewhere behind me and then returning. Suddenly, my  ass exploded in a stripe of searing pain. I let out a muffled shriek into my handkerchief. The pain bloomed into a red-hot burning ache. As I began tearing up at the shock and the pain, I saw John move again in front of my field of vision. In his hand he held a long black bullwhip, its braided black tip trailing limply on the floor.

As I stared wide eyed at the whip, I couldn’t help noticing a sizable bulge in John’s pants. He was enjoying this. It made me want to cry even harder. 

“Yes,” he said, slapping the handle of the whip in his hands. “Yes, I think we’re going to straighten a lot of things out, you and me.”