Another great chapter and thank you for continuing on with this.

Really enjoyable to read though.

Believe me, as someone who used to write stories here myself (and again, something I really ought to get back into at some point when I can. I know I sound like a broken old record coming out with this!), I know only too well there are some things when it comes to creative writing content which simply cannot be rushed!

Hi, all. I've finally finished this story. I normally like to post these for free but I was laid off and need some extra income, so it's available on Amazon for now if you're up for paying the $2.99. If you can't afford it or don't want to pay, I'll post the other chapters here for free at some point in the future. I think the ending is pretty satisfying and hopefully you enjoy!

Anyway, here's the link for anyone interested in purchasing. Thank you!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BC9N2GNF

(August 29, 2022, 7:15 pm)Mesarocket Hi, all. I've finally finished this story. I normally like to post these for free but I was laid off and need some extra income, so it's available on Amazon for now if you're up for paying the $2.99. If you can't afford it or don't want to pay, I'll post the other chapters here for free at some point in the future. I think the ending is pretty satisfying and hopefully you enjoy!

Anyway, here's the link for anyone interested in purchasing. Thank you!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BC9N2GNF

I enjoyed the story a lot. Not sure if this is the right place to mention this, but I tried reaching out and I got a message that you disabled DMs.

Would you be able to post this to Smashwords as well?

(August 29, 2022, 10:04 pm)Goalbob Would you be able to post this to Smashwords as well?

Yes. Will do!

Hi, all. I have published this to Smashwords now if anyone would like to purchase: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1164096

Thanks!

Here are the final chapters of this story. Hope you enjoy and a huge thank you to anyone who purchased via Amazon or Smashwords!

Chapter 5
I couldn’t see or hear John. I’d never felt more helpless in my life. As pregnant as I was, even if I hadn’t been immobilized, I couldn’t have run away. I was trapped here in this strange stock and pillory, completely exposed and vulnerable. How long had it been since he had left? Minutes? Hours? My belly felt so incredibly full and heavy, hanging from below my waist, suspended in mid-air. My breasts, which had become so engorged recently, hung down like overripe fruit from a vine.

Finally I heard a sound as the big barn door slid open. Thank God, I thought. He’s going to let me out now. He was scaring me but now it’s over. But in stepped Daisy with John following. She was hanging her head down and it looked like she had been crying.

I tried to speak, but the rag in my mouth was still knotted tightly around my head.

“You stand there,” John gruffly commanded Daisy.

Daisy obeyed submissively, her eyes fixed to the floor. She was almost as big as I was, which was saying something. I could see her belly, full with a big baby, jutting from her waist. She was wearing a simple cotton dress with a flower print, her usual outfit for doing chores around the house. It had become tight on her body with her changed shape, and you could easily see the proud curves of her belly through the thin fabric.

John walked behind me and out of my field of vision. A moment later I felt his hands behind me, spreading my cheeks apart. I tried to protest but it came out as a muffled groan. I could have guessed what he had in mind, but it still came as a shock when I then felt the wide tip of his rapidly hardening cock force its way inside me. He pushed his way deeper and deeper, until I was filled with his manhood. 

I couldn’t believe this was happening in front of Daisy! As John continued to pump I found it harder and harder to focus. My body was slowly warming to him. He was like a machine, moving in and out with maddening consistency. Each powerful thrust sent jolts of electricity up my spine. Despite everything, I couldn’t deny that I was beginning to enjoy the experience.

Against my will, I let a little moan escape. I couldn’t help it. The pregnancy had made my body so incredibly sensitive. I could literally feel every vein of his angry erection, and it was marvelous. And though I could hardly admit it to myself, I had begun to crave sex in a way that I never had before. My moan of pleasure seemed to encourage John and he began pumping a little faster. My heavy breasts and belly were swaying from the powerful thrusts.

“Look at her,” he commanded Daisy. She continued to stare at the floor. “Look at her!” he shouted. She slowly raised her head and we locked eyes as John continued to fuck me from behind. She was so beautiful, and I couldn’t help remembering what we had done the night before. I could still see her there in my mind, her hugely pregnant body next to mine on the bed with those gorgeous chocolate breasts swaying seductively with every movement.

“Take the handkerchief out of her mouth,” he ordered Daisy. She slowly moved forward and fumbled with the knot until it fell free onto the floor. A particularly hard thrust from John caught me by surprise. “Oh! Mmmmmmmm…” I said, closing my eyes. It was impossible to resist. His fat cock felt so good inside me.

“Kiss her,” he said breathlessly to Daisy. “Do it now.”

I looked into Daisy’s eyes. I wanted it so bad, but I hated how John was twisting us both to his will. I tried to deny how much I was enjoying what was happening to me, but each hard thrust chipped away a little more of my willpower.

“Oh, God!” I said, feeling an orgasm coming on. I was staring into Daisy’s beautiful brown eyes for what seemed like an eternity. She must have read my thoughts, because she  finally gave in, leaning down and placing her soft lips on mine. I kissed her desperately, drinking in her warmth.

I lost myself in the abandon of sex as I finally let myself orgasm. My pussy constricted and convulsed on John’s cock. I might have collapsed if John hadn’t been holding me firmly by the hips. I felt his cock spasm and a warm rush of ejaculate coated my insides. I could hear him breathing heavily as he pulled out. A thick glob of semen slid lazily out of my vagina and plopped onto the straw below me.

While I was recovering from the thorough fucking I had just received, John walked over and muttered something to Daisy.

She nodded obediently and the two of them began to walk toward the door.

“Wait!” I croaked hoarsely. “Please don’t leave me here!”

Daisy turned back with a hopeless look on her face. She stood there, frozen, until John barked an order at her. Startled, she walked swiftly out of the barn. The big door closed as I called after them.

I was left there, alone in the dark for what seemed like hours and hours. My back ached tremendously and I was incredibly thirsty. My voice was hoarse from shouting and crying, and I had become emotionally numb.

After an eternity, the barn door finally creaked open. It was daisy, carrying a lantern and a pail. It was nighttime outside. How long had I been in here?

She took a key out from a pocket in her skirt and unlocked me. I fell to the floor in a heap. Daisy gave me ladles of cool water and helped me sit up. After a while, I was able to stagger back to the house and into bed, where I slept for a long time.

Chapter 6
What can you do against a force of nature like John? Maybe someone stronger than I could have stood up to him, but I was just a nobody from a do-nothing family, so I did what I had done my whole life - I survived. Whatever it was he wanted, that’s what I did. I kept my mouth shut and I tried to avoid conflict. Daisy acted much the same way. It seemed John’s treatment of me in the barn had scared her into total submission as well.

I had thought this would pacify John, but if anything it emboldened him. He took advantage of Daisy and I whenever he wanted, sometimes separately, sometimes together. He would often have one of us suck him off while the other performed chores in the same room - he was fanatical about housework, and wanted everything spotless. If something was the least bit dusty, he would find ways to punish us. He once stripped me naked, sat me down in a chair, and dripped hot wax on my belly. He then had me masturbate him until he came onto my breasts and belly.

At times he would parade us around town, following him like two little dogs. With our heads hanging down and both of us completely ready to pop with his children, it must have been a spectacle. We could certainly hear folks talking as we passed by.

We were both nearing what must have been our time to give birth. We weren’t sure, however. John no longer saw a need to bring the doctor around, so it had been months since my last proper checkup. My belly was a huge, bulging hulk that dominated my every waking moment. From waking up and simply getting out of bed, to bathing and cleaning, to satisfying John’s sexual appetite, every task was a physical challenge. I waddled wherever I went and my breasts constantly leaked through my dresses. I couldn’t even see my feet anymore when I looked down. My womb had blown up like an enormous balloon, John’s huge baby taking over my body. Absolutely nothing fit anymore of course. I wore dresses that were tight months ago, and my breasts and belly simply overflowed.

Daisy looked more like livestock than a human being. I could just imagine her as one of those pregnant cows you often see off the side of the road, almost as wide as it was tall. And while my breasts were large, hers were on a whole other level. They looked like bags of flour had been stuffed into her bust. I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t regularly see her naked. John was particularly interested in them. He loved to have her rub them against his cock until he exploded into her massive cleavage. But that was the exception rather than the rule. He would normally take her as she was cooking or doing dishes in the kitchen, bending her over against the counter and forcing his member up her ass, all the while slapping her cheeks hard with his open hand.

One morning, John ordered us into the car, which we dutifully obeyed. But rather than heading into town as we would normally travel, we kept driving out towards the countryside. After a while, we began to see advertisements for the fair. Neither of us questioned where we were going, but we were both surprised when we parked at the fairgrounds.

The county fair was a big deal for a small town like ours. It seemed like the whole community shut down while it was going on. Given the state of affairs recently, I had lost track of everything that had been going on in the outside world and hadn’t realized it was fair time. Even despite my current condition and the fact that I must have looked horrible, I allowed myself a little excitement at the thought of something new. I had always loved the fair as a girl, and perhaps I could find something to enjoy while so heavily pregnant.

I grimaced as I felt another twinge in my belly. In the last few weeks my belly had begun to cramp up at times. I knew I was close to giving birth, but I figured they were just the normal aches and pains that women always complain of. This one felt a little different and lasted longer, but it too passed after a few minutes.

John had us get out of the car and follow him. As always, we simply obeyed without question. The fairgrounds were packed with visitors, from the very young to the very old. I blushed as I saw the familiar face of the local Baptist preacher. He had known me since I was a child, and now he stared at me with surprise and maybe a little wonder. I didn’t blame him. I must have looked grotesque in my overly pregnant form. I should have been at the circus, as one of the freaks, I thought bitterly.

We fought our way through the crowd until we came to a large open air tent where they had set up a stage and bandstand. Large red, white, and blue ribbons decorated the backdrop, and a man was speaking to the crowd about all of the work that had gone into putting the fair together. We continued to make our way forward and we heard several gasps and murmurs as Daisy and my bellies brushed against the onlookers. The man speaking noticed John and gave him a knowing glance, then continued on with his speech.

We stopped to the right of the stage and John said “Wait here, now” and Daisy and I nodded meekly. He walked up the short flight of stairs and stood behind the man giving the speech. 

Seeing John behind him, he said, “And now folks, I want you to give a big hand to the man who, more than anyone else, made this great day possible. You all know him, you all love him, let’s give a big hand to John Lejeune!”

The crowd gave a big round of applause as John stepped up to the microphone.

“Thank you, thank you” he said, beaming at the crowd. It was a face I hardly recognized anymore, but it was the one that had taken me away from home all those months ago.

“As you know, our county fair is a celebration of life, of the fall harvest, and of abundance. I can’t think of anywhere else in this great state that would have us beat in that department!” There were a few cheers from the crowd and a general murmur of agreement.

“We have the best livestock, the best produce, and the best people! Yes, the thing is abundance. The greatest advancement that mankind ever made was when he learned to master the earth and reap her rewards. And that’s the American dream, isn’t it? Every man, working the earth with his two hands, able to raise a family and flourish. Yes, flourish. Be fruitful and multiply, it says in the bible. Sounds like good advice to me. And that’s also why God made our women so pretty!” The crowd chuckled at the joke.

“Come on up here, Sarah!” John said into the microphone and extended his hand toward me. In shock, I stood there, uncomprehending. It was like a nightmare. The last thing I wanted was anyone’s eyes on me. The whole town was here, and I looked like some sort of tramp who had been pumped up like a balloon. “Sarah, come up here now!” he said again, and behind his warm smile I saw a cold glint in his eye. Despite my greatest fears being made flesh in front of my eyes, I feared John more. Walking in a daze, I made my way up to the stage. The stairs were agonizingly tall. Despite only walking up a half flight, I was out of breath when I reached the platform. Daisy watched in horror from below. I waddled as well as I could to stand beside John. I could feel the eyes of the crowd on me, staring at my body which had been totally transformed by motherhood. There were a few laughs and snickers and I realized how tight my dress must look. John had been very particular about my outfit that morning, and I had not thought to even question his choice. My heart sank as I saw some of my former classmates sitting a few rows back. It had only been about a year ago, but it felt like eternity since we had taken lessons together in school. They whispered to each other and smirked. I could guess what they were saying.

John took my hand and gave it a little kiss, then turned back to the microphone.

“You all know my dear wife, Sarah,” he said. “We have been hard at work recently, as you can plainly see.” The crowd gave a big laugh at this latest joke, and all it implied. “But on a serious note, after my dear father passed away, God rest his soul, I realized that the most important thing truly is family. And I will always regret that I wasn’t able to give him grandchildren while he was still alive. Luckily, I have been very fortunate in life, and I can now make up for that mistake, or try to. Sarah will soon give birth to our twins…”

Twins?? My mind raced as John continued speaking. I was carrying two babies? It all made sense - the fact that I was carrying so big, bigger than anyone in my family. The fact that I was so tired all the time. What had the doctor told John, and why didn’t he tell me??

I stood there, stone-faced but reeling inside. John smiled broadly at me, completely aware of the shock, and enjoying the moment.

John went on. “So far, the record for children in this country is 28, made way back in 1732. Well, I’m happy to announce that Sarah and I are going to try to beat that record!” There arose an audible shock from the crowd at John’s pronouncement. “Yes, I want to fill the world with enough little Lejeunes that we’ll make that scripture I quoted earlier proud. Sarah is young, and off to a great start. She’s got her whole life ahead to give us children and more children.”

What? I thought, flabbergasted. 28 children?? Why, that would mean I would be pregnant… forever. The thought of going through what I had experienced the last nine months over and over and over again made me sick to my stomach. I felt a hard cramp overtake my belly.

At that moment, John put his hand possessively on my belly. It was so tight, it felt like my muscles were on fire, and I felt a strange warmth in my crotch.

“That’s our dream, isn’t it Sarah?” John said into the microphone, then put it in front of my face, clearly wanting a response for the crowd.

Completely bewildered and overwhelmed, I stammered out the line I had learned to repeat so well - “Yes, John.”

The pain intensified, and I doubled over. A wet spot appeared on my dress. I realized in the back of my mind that my water had broken. It was all happening so fast.

The crowd was now in a heightened level of excitement, realizing what was happening on the stage. The pain was so big, however, that I was almost completely blind and deaf to what was happening around me.

“Aaaaahhhhh” I cried, feeling a wave of contractions pushing down hard on my belly. I felt an unbelievably strong urge to push downward and a burning pressure on my cervix. I involuntarily reached out to John and he took my hand as I leaned over, cradling my enormous belly with my other hand.

“Folks, I think we’ve got a situation here,” he said into the microphone. “Is there a doctor in the audience?”

It was like nothing I had experienced before. The pain was huge. My body was on fire and my nipples were hard beneath my dress. I had lost all control and was at the mercy of the moment. Against my will, I began to push hard. I could feel the baby moving down my birth canal, nearly tearing me apart.

“Hrrrrrrrnnnnnggggg! Ahhhhrrrrrrrrrhrhrhgh!” I cried as I continued to push. I don’t know how much time passed, but I knew I was still standing on the stage in front of the whole town. I felt a momentary lull in the pressure and I had only enough time to breathe and cry. Then the pressure was back and twice as hard.

“Ohhhhh gawwwwwddd. Heeeerrreee itttt commmmmmeeeeessss!!!!!!!!” I cried like a madwoman.

I pushed as hard as I could and I felt the baby’s head making its way out of my vagina. I hadn’t even had time to take my underwear off. The baby’s head made a bulge in the soft fabric and it acted like a net, receiving the baby as it fell to my ankles. The shiny umbilical cord, slick with blood and fluid, dangled down for the crowd to see. Arms took a hold of me and guided me onto my back on the stage. Someone wrapped the baby up in their jacket and held it awkwardly with the umbilical cord still trailing off inside of me. I heard shouting and a loud commotion from the crowd. My feelings were indescribable. 

But I had no time to think as I felt something flip inside my belly, quickly followed by another great contraction. The second baby was making its way downward.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I cried in vain as the searing pain returned. It felt like I was literally being split in half. Despite having already pushed one baby out, it was no easier with the second. It may have been harder as it took what seemed like ages for the baby’s head to begin crowning. The world was coming to me only in flashes of recognition. The pain was too intense to allow true comprehension. Despite this, I know that I saw John standing over me, a wicked grin spread across his face. He really was enjoying this. Had he somehow orchestrated the whole thing? To my horror, I noticed an unmistakable bulge in his pants. But I had no time to dwell on this latest insult as I felt myself involuntarily pushing again.

“HNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!! ARGGGGGGHHH!!” I cried as my body tried to push the baby past the final barrier. After an eternity of pressure and pain, I finally pushed the second baby out of my body, where it slid onto the stage in a rush of fluids.

I don’t have much recollection of what followed. I know I must have pushed the afterbirth out, but I mercifully blacked out and knew no more.

Epilogue
It’s only been a couple of months since I gave birth, but I know I’m already pregnant again. John wasted no time in having me resume my womanly duties, and I haven’t had my regular flow since. I’ve come to accept it, and when I think about it, maybe I shouldn’t really complain. This has been the way for women since the dawn of time. I’m sure I can find things to enjoy in motherhood…

Daisy gave birth only a few days after I did, although she at least was fortunate enough to have her baby in the privacy of home. John hired another maid to help take care of the children, which has been a relief. I do worry about her, though. She’s even younger than me and pretty, but naive and far too trusting. I see John looking at her the same way he used to look at me. I don’t know if he would be that bold, though. The whole town is already talking about Daisy and me. But only behind closed doors. John still owns the mine, and that means everyone who lives here is under his thumb, one way or another.

I rub my tummy and wonder how many he put in me this time. I tell myself it’s likely just one, but in my heart I don’t believe it. But it really doesn’t matter. I know I’ll be pregnant for the rest of my life.

I hear his gruff voice calling over my shoulder. Composing myself, I put on a smile and turn around. 

“Yes, John?”