We need his soul.
We’re hungry.
Feed us what we need.
I refuse and even when the mailman rings the bell, I won’t answer. I peer at him through the window and watch him lick his lips. He adjusts the belt he wears and his trousers grow before my eyes. He’s getting a hard on. Ready for me…even through the door, he can sense me.
I want him so bad, my hand grips the wood paneling around the window. I’m relieved when he finally goes, but he glances back at the house and I’m sure then he sees me. He sees the lust in my eye and my pregnant, stretched body. If he finds it attractive, I’ll never know, but my lust isn’t for his body. It’s for his soul.
And it’s one I must have, but it’s a desire I must resist each day until my babies are finally born.
****
I’m nervous about giving birth. I don’t think it’ll happen this month, but maybe in two or three months, I’m sure I will. I haven’t seen a doctor. I’ve had no prenatal care. I just have to truth that the babies are fine because they’re kicking, moving every day and there’s that little issue about hearing their voices in my head.
I’m going to get big, so big and already I’m uncomfortable.
The windows in the bedroom are open and I lay just in a blank thong and my tank top. My arms are spread eagle and my head is thrown back on the pillows. Moaning, my hands search for Duncan’s head between my legs as he tears my panties clear off.
“Duncan…” I whisper with a shaking breath, pushing his face deeper into my pussy. Oh it feels good, so good…
My breath shakes as his tongue circles deep inside of me. Each quick of breath makes my belly vibrate with life. It comes alive with kicks and quivers, jetting in and out. It doesn’t take long for my body to get ready to climax. My legs tense and straighten out off the bed and my breasts swell hard as rocks.
When my body spazzes uncontrollably, I laugh slightly and open my sleepy eyes. My tank top is wet from the spurts of milk spraying out of my nipples. I don’t even need to say anything to Duncan. He’s already laying beside me and freeing a breast from my top.
He clamps down hard and I’m breathless, gripping his strong muscular arm as he milks me like I’m his personal cow. Oh baby, it feels so good. I watch his face. See his pleasure as he drinks and I stroke his delicate cheek.
“I’ll marry you,” I whisper and his eyes open with a start. “I’ll marry you tomorrow if you’ll let me.”
“Oh baby…” Duncan whispers and climbs on top of me. He rubs my belly and I put my hands on top of his. “Do you promise me?”
“I promise.” I reach up for a kiss and I’m not left waiting. Hungrily Duncan kisses me. I grip his hair and he helps me roll over so I’m on top of him, my belly jetting far off in front of me.
He strokes it lovingly. “Not tomorrow. We need to do it right. Get flowers. A dress. Deal?”
“Deal.” I barely can speak because if I don’t fuck him soon, I think I might explode.
Chapter Sixteen
Fall set in. Leaves fell from the trees and the vegetable garden I had planted in the summer stopped producing. We were living off of potatoes and chicken for the most part. Money was tight and with it getting so cold outside, we were using more utilities than ever. It wasn’t an even decision, but with thanksgiving less than two weeks away, Duncan made the choice to get a job out of town.
“I’ll only be gone five days,” Duncan said. We were on the porch and he was kneeling beside me as I rocked in the rocking chair.
I wore a thick shall over my shoulders, but truth be told I was never cold. The growing twins in my abdomen had my temperature burning at a higher rate.
The news Duncan gave me wasn’t something I wanted to hear. I continued to rock in my chair and caressed my moving belly. It and my breasts had swollen so large that I had trouble breathing when laying down. Sitting up made my back hurt and even standing was uncomfortable. Now my lover, my fantastic lover was going to leave me?
“Sasha,” his tone was soft as he put his hand on my growing belly. Beneath it, the babies kicked and Duncan rubbed their toes through my shirt.
“I’m close to being due. I have to be. Look at the sight of me.” I shaked my head with tears in my eyes. “How can you leave me now. How?”
Duncan caressed my cheek and kissed me. Somehow the hotness of his breath stilled me. The way he held me, it was like his hands were making love to my belly and that was all I wanted. To be held. Made love to. Even as I was stretched wider than any woman should be.
“It’s only for five days, my love. I promise you’ll be okay. The money is so good on the job that we’ll be set until spring after the babies are born. We’ll be able to stay here or find somewhere else that’ll be safe.”
“I want to stay here.” My eyes implored him. “This is our home, Duncan. Please, let’s stay here.”
“All right.” Duncan smiled and pushed my long hair off my shoulders. “You grow more beautiful every day.”
I think he must be a fool to say such a thing. There’s no way I can still be beautiful, but in his eyes I see the truth and in that, I feel loved.
He kissed me again before he makes his way to the truck. I struggled to my feet. Getting up is harder than ever and I push up hard on the armrest of the chair. The loose shirt I wear tents out wide against my high belly. Rounding than a basket ball, I waddle over to the front steps and hold onto the support beam. Waving, I do my best to smile.
I pray the babies can wait to be born before he gets home. I pray that I don’t have to give birth alone because I’m not really sure what I’m giving birth to. Will they be cute? Adorable? Or am I going to have something that will have to hide in the dark forever?
****
My body is not my own. Nothing makes that more apparent than the second day that Duncan is gone and everything gets so hard. Sleep is near impossible now from how taught my stretched belly is. I can almost feel my skin stretching as I lay on my side. I’m so horny and with Duncan not around, and my inability reach myself, I’m left in this horrible state of desire. My breasts are heavy with milk, screaming out in agony.
Getting up and down the stairs for bed, or to do laundry, is hard. The woman from the corner store comes by to help out as Duncan asked her, but I don’t make conversation. When anyone is around the voices from the twins grow so loud, I can’t hear anything else.
So I retreat into the kitchen and prepare my lunch. The babies won’t stop moving. Their manic I won’t listen to them and I don’t know what to do. As I chop my vegetables, one kicks me so hard in my cervix that I call out in pain grip the counter hard.
“Are you all right, hon? Do you need to go to the hospital?” She came up the stairs with my laundry, but I can’t talk to her.
Take her. She’s ours.
We want her.
I shake my head and breathe out a deep sigh. “I’m fine. Please, if you’d go now. I’m going to need a nap.” I lied as I made my way around her. Both hands on my lower back as I waddle toward the staircase.
“Well, if you’re sure. Heavens, I’ve never seen anyone as pregnant as you.” Her hand reaches out for my ripe belly, but I jerk myself away and start up the stairs. One step at a time. Praying I can make it to the top without assistance.
When the front door slammed shut, I’m glad she’s gone. I doubt she’ll ever return to help me again and with just three days until Duncan returns, I’m less worried. The babies and I will be fine. I’m sure of it.
The morning of day five and it’s finally happened. My belly has stretch marks.
I stood in front of the full length mirror with my top hiked around my breasts. The leggings I wore caressed the bottom of my protruding belly that now seemed to defy the laws of gravity. An appendage, a parasite, my body was not my own. I lived, I existed to grow these succubi. I don’t know how big they are, but I fear giving birth to them might be the end of me.
Duncan never seemed afraid, but he never did. If I died, would
it even matter to him? Or would he just put a spell on another woman to take as his new bridge, to bare him new offspring? It wasn’t good to think like that.
I put my snug shirt back on and it barely slide over my giant belly. My breasts looked like crushed domes beneath the red spandex fabric and my hips swung wide as I walked. My belly was like a wrecking ball as a bolder, but at least my ass still looked great in my leggings. My legs wer muscular and my pussy burned hot. I wasn’t sure how we’d manage, but that night I knew I was going to ravage Duncan. I needed it so bad, I wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Once downstairs, I walked with my shoulders leaning back. I was so belly heavy now, it was like it had it’s mind of the own. I fished out a jar of pickles from the fridge when I heard the idling of a car outside.
Duncan. My mind raced and I waddled with more speed than I realized I had. I peered between the curtains and saw the mail truck parked outside. But where was the mailman? My heart skipped a beat when I realized he wasn’t there.
A hand slammed beside me. “Well, a gruff man’s voice said. “There you’ve been hiding all this time.”
Shocked I turned around to face the mailman. There was lust in his eyes and he licked his lips as he grabbed my belly. “Hot damn, you one fine sexy piece of ass even when stretched to high heaven, you know that? Why you been hiding from me?”
The voices were back in my head.
He’s going to do bad things to you. Take him. Give him to us.
But I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I knew that what he felt wasn’t his fault. Still, it didn’t mean he wasn’t unzipping his pants. He pulled his cock out and started jerking off right in front of me. He groaned with his eyes shut.
“Please, you need to leave.” I tried to slip past, but he grabbed my hand and wrapped around his cock, no matter how hard I resisted. “Stop!” I yelled.
“You’re gonna finish what you started and if you don’t, you’re gonna die.” The mailman licked his lips.
“Please don’t!” I screamed. “I’m going to call the police.” I waddled away, but not fast enough. He grabbed my arms and threw me down onto the floor.
I landed on my side with a thump and stars filled my vision. The pain was so bad, I couldn’t see anything. He rolled me over, that much I knew and pulled my shirt up so my belly would go free. “Oh baby,” the mailman licked my belly and soon enough he was pulling my leggings down to my knees. “Sexy ass whore you are!”
I kicked my legs to get out of the way, but my girth was too much. I tried to pull myself with my arms backwards, but I couldn’t move.
Soon, it wouldn’t matter. I called out in pain as he plunged his cock into my swollen pussy. He groaned, grabbing onto my belly taught as he pulsed into me faster and faster. It hurt so bad until it started to get good. It had been nearly a week since I had any and I was horrified. I didn’t want this man. I only wanted Duncan.
His cock slipped against my ridges. Massaging parts of me I could no longer touch. I groaned and lifted my legs in the air, allowing him to go in even deeper. Gripping his shoulders, my head tilted back and my mouth opened.
Take him now. In the throes of passion. It’ll make us powerful. And you too.
No, no. I couldn’t.
He screamed in short bursts, gripping beneath my thighs and pushing my legs even higher in the air. Like a drill sergeant, he just kept going. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “I’ve never seen anyone glow like you do.”
He was close to climaxing and so was I. So close it hurt and my mind began to spin. I realized what I was doing, what I was enjoying. It was al his fault. He broke into my home.
And then it happened. He leaned in to kiss my sweaty lips and I stole his soul. I didn’t even mean to, but I tugged on it. His eyes widened as black smoke drifted from his mouth into mine. Until he was a dried out simpleton.
“What are you…”He fell over and hit his head on the end table by the door.
Finally I was free of him, but I knew what was next. I knew….The pain hit me all at once. Groaning, my back arched as my belly tumbled and grew outward. The babies inside me were strong. Stronger than ever and I could feel them slipping into birth position.
Mind reeling, I couldn’t believe how pointed and cone shape it was getting. My hip bones popped and I feared I might give birth right then. Please no, I cried, gripping my stomach. The pain came in waves, like burning heat as my flesh stretched even further. All I could do was rub it and beg it to stop.
Meanwhile the mailman who once was probably a nice guy, drooled onto the rug. We laid there together until sunset. Then I struggled to my feet. Gripping the sofa and pulling myself up. So top heavy, my cone shaped belly was like a giant watermelon jetting far in front of me. Wouldn’t be long now….
At least I hoped.
The door burst open. “Baby!” It was Duncan and from the panic in his face he must have sensed somethingwas wrong. When he saw me, his mouth fell open. “You’re so….”
I swung around and I’m sure my profile was monsterous. “He attacked me. He raped me.” I burst into tears and blubbered. I wouldn’t tell him how much I loved it. How much I just wanted anyone to take me. “I didn’t have a choice but to take his soul, Duncan.”
He embraced me and I cried in his arms, aware of the small cramps growing in my stomach up and around the sides. My first contractions were coming, but how long it’d take for the real deal to hit me? I wasn’t even sure.
Chapter Seventeen
The police come, but Sasha is tired and Duncan can tell from how she is holding herself, she’s in pain. He promise to take her to see a doctor, but Sasha will never allow such a thing and just the sight of her—she’s carrying larger than Duncan ever thought possible. She needs rest and Duncan is sure the babies will make their way into the world within the next few days.
With the police gone, Duncan help Sasha up the stairs to our room. She can barely walk, so Duncan takes her by the elbow and guide her the best he could. She moaned at the top level and folded over, grabbing her stomach. “They’ve gotten so strong,” Sasha’s voice is so slight and hushed it turns him on at how sensual she sounded.
Now isn’t the time for advances. He helped her onto the bed and prop as many pillows behind her as Duncan could find. One under each knee seemed to alleviate some of the pressure on her back.
“My skin is so itchy and tight.” She yawned. Tired.
Duncan grabbed some cream and joined Sasha on the bed. He stroked it on her naked exposed belly in loving circles. Sasha moaned. “Ohhh, it feels so good. Honey…”
The babies have changed her. Made her even more a slave to her sexual desires. Burning. Hot. He too was a slave to her, watching how her belly moved up and down from the fully grown daughters rippling beneath her skin. Duncan could feel their forms. Heads were down low and their toes were up high.
“God, I need you, Sasha. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for you. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
She reached for him, grabbing him by the hair and Duncan allowed himself to be pulled down so they could hotly kiss one another. Hotly and with great passion, they kissed. His hands glided over her belly, feeling where her belly button rose up from the middle. Giant and strong, Duncan was in total awe over who she was. What she was turning into.
“I need you, Duncan. Remind me what love is about.” Sasha’s brilliant eyes flashed at him. “Please.”
He wasn’t sure it was possible anymore, but rubbed his palm against her pussy. Sasha sunk deep into the bed and her legs widened. With her back arched, her belly looked even larger. Like a pointed watermelon about to explode. So tight…Duncan slid his hands down her pelvis across her wet swollen pussy and licked the undercarriage of her swollen abdomen.
“I want to come…” Sasha groaned. “Darling….”
The angle was all wrong. Duncan would never be able to penetrate her. So he rolled her onto her side. From behind, he gripped her hip and pulled down her legging in the back. Lifting her t
op leg in the air, he knew this might be the last time they made love before the babies were born. He was going to look forward to making her scream.
“Hurry,” Sasha’s breath was shallow and rushed. She reached back and grabbed his hair and Duncan couldn’t wait a moment longer. From behind he plunged into her warm swollen pussy.
Sasha gasped for air. Duncan went to work and the pleasure was so intense, he kept his eyes closed. He wasn’t even aware of the passage of time. He was only aware of how her pussy grabbed him, sucked him in and every ridge, ever bit of pleasure was right there with him. His hands crept up her body and cradled her breasts. More than handfuls, he nipples were fully extended and milk was at the ready.
Sasha’s insides quivered around him as she gripped the sheets and called out in pleasure. It made him come too, but neither of them were done. They went at it again and again…until the sun set and Sasha was so tired, she drifted off to sleep.
Her chest vibrated up and down as she tried to draw a deep breath. The babies were too big and Duncan, for the first time, worried she might not be able to birth them naturally. He covered her with a sheet. He had some phone calls to make.
Chapter Eighteen
Days slipped past and while my contractions were getting steadily longer and more intense, I hadn’t gone into full labor yet. It’s as if the babies didn’t want to be born.
I’m being punished for turning my back on law enforcement and falling in love with a murderer. A demon. I’m sure of it, but I don’t even care. I love Duncan and our life together. I don’t just want to have these babies, I want to give him more. As many as he wants.
If only I can give birth to the ones inside of me now.
Outside the air is brisk and I sit at the patio table with my lunch in front of me, but I can’t eat. The pain of my contractions is so intense, nothing feels right. Tastes good.
I just grip the chairs of the patio table and breath out my mouth. I’m slouched down low because I can barely sit up straight these days. My legs straighten out as the contraction heighten. My vision goes dizzy and when I look, all I see is a moving round belly so tight and taught, nothing fits me anymore. All my shirts ride up on it.
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