2014, copyright & All rights Reserved, Fiona Thompson
A farm in the middle of nowhere. Helen and her boyfriend are desperate for some sleep—and some sex.
But it soon is obvious they are not alone. Creaking stairs and Helen feels like someone is there with them. Out of nowhere, her boyfriend disappears after getting up to check on the noise.
Helen tries to go look for him, but finds she can’t get up front bed. Giant tentacles have her wrists and legs strapped down. And their master? A sexy erotic spirit who now inhabits Joe’s body who wants only one thing. Helen pumped up with a belly full of babies. The alternative? Death.
The decision is an easy one, but is it one Helen can live with?
Farm House Lust
“This farm house is so perfect, baby.” Joe gripped my waste and hoisted me up.
I squealed and wrapped my legs around his middle. I bit my lip as we spun in a circle. The farm house was perfect. It was empty and just gorgeous. Filled with furniture from the last century. But to sneak into it before we made an official offer seemed wrong.
I just wanted to peek in the windows from the outside, but Joe had other ideas. He always did after a few drinks. The guy was a total slut and it would have bothered me if we weren’t getting married. If he wasn’t intent on putting me into the family way.
His hot, dark mouth searched for mine as his hands caressed up my back and gripped my firm, taught skin. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed. My tongue entered his mouth and we ground together.
I was so ready to become one with him. I was so ready I could taste it. Almost feel him inside of me.
Joe winked and swatted my ass as his hands cushioned my behind. “What do you say we find the bedroom in his place. Christen it before it’s ours.”
“Joe!” My eyes went wide. “Listen it’s fun here and all, but we can’t do that. What if we get caught?”
“Caught? In the middle of the night. Please, babe.” He put me down on the balls of my feet right behind the grand staircase that led up to the second level bedrooms. “Go find the master suit and I’ll grab the whiskey from the trunk.”
His hand stroked between my legs and I swatted him away. “You’re such a perv, Joe.” I turned and started up the stairs, my ass swaying side to side as I made my way toward the top.
Joe chuckled. “Just the way you like me, sweet stuff.” He ran out the door and the swinging door went rat-tat-tat.
I made my way upstairs. The creaking of the floorboards startled me and when I glanced down the hall at all the closed oak doors, I swore I saw eyes staring back at me.
My heart galloped and I jumped. My hand gripped the railing. “Hello?” I made my way down the hall. Still hanging on the walls were old photos of the previous owners. They looked happy and I was amazed at how many children they had. How many photos there were of the woman of the house while she was pregnant.
So pregnant and round. So full of babies. But she looked so happy. So who was I to judge?
There wasn’t anything there and I felt silly. I opened the doors in search of the master bedroom and then I found it. A big room with old fashioned flower wall paper. All the furniture was a heavy, wood that seemed to shine even in the darkness. The dresser and vanity were my favorite in the room.
I pulled the sheet off of the bed to reveal a heavy four point frame. My hands swept across it. A girl could get used to this.
I took off my jacket so I only wore my size extra small ribbed t-shirt. The farmhouse was cold so my nipples pressed squarely against the fabric. I shimmed off my jean cut off shorts to reveal my tanned super toned legs. They were oiled and ready for action just the way Joe liked them.
I crawled across the bed, my ass up in air in only my black lace panties. I skittered across the service of the old dusty sheets and flopped down on my belly. I pointed my feet and tug my toes in. A girl could get used to this.
“There’s my sex pot.”
I rolled my head on the pillow and smiled at Joe. He was taking a long draught from his bottle. He offered it to me. “Yowee!” He said as he swallowed. “That’s some good stuff you got me there, baby.”
I shook my head no and waved him off. “If you plan on knocking me up anytime soon, I better stay away from that stuff.”
“Damn straight, baby cakes.” He pulled my legs so I was flat on my back and crawled between my legs. His fingers stroked my hair away from my face.
“I love you, Joe.” I whispered and my legs coiled around him. “But you’re crazy when you’re drunk.”
“I must be crazy all the time then.” He murmured against my skin and our lips engulfed each other. I began to ride his tank top up so I could get access to him.
“You’re not that bad.” I whispered and rolled my head back so he could get access to my neck while he squeezed my tits. His hands are like magic. He’s a true ace at what he does and, I’m like putty in his hands.
I closed my eyes and moaned as his rolled my skin between his teeth. When something crashed outside, Joe perched himself up. With a shrug he came back for another kiss.
“Joe!” I hit him with my fist. “Go see what that is.”
“It’s nothing, baby.”
“It could be a relator. Or something. I don’t want them to come in here and find us doing the nasty.”
“They might like it, sweet stuff.” Joe winked at me and I sighed. “Okay, okay, but in a minute your pussy is mine, darling.”
I coiled on the bed and watched as he darted off to check. Sleepily, I yawned and drifted off to sleep. By the time I jolted awake with a deep breath, I realized Joe had been gone too long. I glanced at my watch. He had been gone almost a half hour.
“Joe!” I sat up an called.
Just then, in the darkness he stepped back into the room. It was so dark out, I couldn’t make out Joe’s face. “Everything’s fine, babe.”
“You’ve been gone a long time. I fell asleep. Where did you go?”
Joe crawled across the bed. He wasted no time in lifting my shirt. “I was being thorough. If someone was here before, they’re gone now. It’s just us, baby.”
I lifted my arms to assist him and he tossed my shirt into the corner of the room. I perched myself up on my elbows. “What if someone comes?”
“Other than me you mean?” Joe snarled against my breasts. His teeth lashed out biting my nipple gently.
“Joe.” I narrowed my eyes, but my breath gave me away. He was exciting me and he knew it. His warm large hands rocked my hips back and he laid me back down.
My knees rocked open as he positioned himself between me. My hands searched down his back and settled over his perky taught ass. His pelvis thrashed against me. I knew Joe was a horn ball, but this was unusual even for him.
“You’re so primed. So ready, babe.” Joe ravished my breasts so fast it hurt.
I grimaced and I clawed at his back. “You’re hurting me.” My mouth fell open and I gasped for breath as his teeth clamped down on my neck.
He grabbed my hair and yanked me back. “You like it.”
“What’s gotten into you?”
Joe unzipped his pants and freed himself. “It’s more what’s gotten into you baby.”
“Not like this, Joe.” I screamed and banged my fist onto his back, but Joe didn’t seem to care. He slipped his cock inside me. Despite my protests, my pussy was ripe and ready for the taking.
I moaned. Something about him felt different. Bigger. I stopped pounding on him and gripped his taught shoulder blades. My feet pointed and hovered in the air.
Joe’s lip quivered. “I’ve never felt anyone so rigid. Oh, this is going to be so much fun.”
I nodded, my mind drifting away. All I cou
ld feel was the pleasure as Joe gripped my inner thighs and spread my legs wider. He held them close to his chest and I gripped the bed sheet. Joe’s tempo picked up and he was driving into me so fast. It felt so good. I wrapped my arms around him and gnashed my teeth against his neck.
“Oh baby.” I whispered. Whatever got into him, I loved it. I caressed him, digging my fingers against his flesh. “Faster, Joe. I’m gonna cum so fast.”
“Wider.” Joe whispered. The muscles in his arms tensed as he held himself up. His neck extended super long and I did as he asked. I held my legs high in the air and as wide as they went.
I groaned. Inside I was stretching. If possible it felt like Joe was growing wider. Longer.
“Joe?” I whispered as my body rocked back and forth. Everything in me tingled. I tried to lower my legs as my body orgasmed, but Joe held them up, pushing my knees up by my head. “Joe!” I tried to throw him off, but I couldn’t.
Searing hot pain permeated my pussy. The pain was unlike anything I felt before. I wasn’t sure what was going on but it felt like something was in me. Crawling up me.
Joe let out a scream and I felt what should have been his semen rush inside me. My uterus cramped like something stuck it and I let out a shaking break and grabbed my stomach. “Joe…”
Panting he laid beside me, his arms wide. “Don’t tell me that wasn’t good for you. I don’t think we’ve ever had better sex. Oh baby.” Joe rubbed my hair and he rolled over kissing me hotly. Sexy.
I moaned but I couldn’t focus. The pain in my stomach was getting worse. There was something wrong. I pushed Joe off and stumbled into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet with wide legs. I gripped my lower abdomen.
It was pulsing.
Something was in me, I was sure of it.
“You okay, honey?” Joe asked.
“No, I--.” My mouth fell open as my belly flamed in pain. The skin was stretching. It was growing out. There was something in me and it was growing. Growing fast. “Joe, help!” I stood with out stretched fingers, but the feeling of my stomach growing like an inflated blob caused me to lose my footing. I fell and slammed my head into the tile wall.
I moaned and rolled over. My belly grew like a pregnant woman’s over night. It pulsated and shimmered, growing bigger and bigger. I shrieked in pain and touched it, just to see if it was real. It was so real I started to cry.
And it was in me. It was moving. Kicking. I had some sort of thing in me and it was too late to get rid of it. I knew that when I felt my belly button pop against my hand.
“Oh my God.” I sobbed and felt my breasts stretching. My nipples grew long and wet. Like a baby bottle that is held upside down, the milk began to drip slowly wetting my entire chest.
Joe entered the bathroom and grabbed my legs. He pulled me back to the bed.
“No!” I screamed and tried to grab the wall, but he was so strong he picked me up and placed me down on the bed.
I tried to sit up, but was so belly heavy I couldn’t. Joe held my arms over my head. Tentacle like arms stretched out from the wall paper and secured tightly around my wrists. I screamed as one entered my mouth and flew down my throat.
I gagged, but was able to breath. Somehow.
Whoever this guy was he clearly was not my Joe! I wiggled on the bed as he straddled me. Joe moaned as he put his hands gingerly on my full globe of a belly and massaged it. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to cry. I was afraid I’d choke on the tentacle down my throat.
He rubbed my belly like it was a magical item. Groaning he leaned over and kissed it. The creature or baby inside me moved with manic delight.
Joe moved to my breasts. He kissed the nipples. “You smell so sweet. The sweetest I’ve had.” His tongue stroked my nipple and I moaned. My body raged with desire. His mouth suctioned against my nipple and he began to gulp, a strong series of gulps taking in a lot of breast milk. It only seemed to heighten his desire for me.
He became stronger. His eyes glowed red and Joe slithered down on the bed. His mouth met my pussy. I shivered and my legs tried to close but he pushed them open. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my belly pulsed. Whatever happened to Joe, he had never been able to please me like this. My mind swirled with extacy as his tongue did miniature circles against my clit.
I could feel my pussy swelling. I was on the verge or orgasming again. I didn’t even notice the baby’s kicks until they became so strong, it felt like my ribs might crack.
“This is how it’s going to be.” Joe rubbed the inside of my thighs and goosebumps raised on them. “We will be married. We will move into this house. You will birth as many children as I wish. If you refuse any of these items, I will kill Joe. He is still here. He sees you. He experiences pleasure with you. If you don’t agree, I will kill him, and you, and find someone else that will.” Joe grabbed my belly roughly and I shrieked in pain.
“I will make sure your death is far from comfortable.”
There wasn’t much to think over. I nodded with tears running down my face.
Joe smiled and all the tentacles retracted. I gagged and rolled over to cough. Joe stroked my ass as he kissed my extended belly. His tongue licked at my belly button. “There’s a dress I’ve saved for you. You can wear it for the ride home.”
“When?” I asked, coughing. “How long until I give birth?”
“The first night in this house. It has to be this house.”
That was over six weeks away. I stared down at my giant belly that I didn’t even want to admit was there. Joe went off to get me the dress he wanted me to wear.
I struggled to sit up and I gripped the bed post. My back was killing me as my belly surged with life. How could I be expected to put up with this for six more weeks? How big was I going to get?
“Here it is.” Joe laid a blue dress down on the bed. The collar was ruffled an it was cut just under the breasts to accommodate for a growing belly. I realized I had seen it before.
It was the one in the pictures hanging on the wall. Of the woman looking so tired, worn out. Pregnant. Looks like Joe and I walked right into a trap.
Except we didn’t just walk. We broke in.
We might as well had asked for this to happen.
Six weeks later
My parents were thrilled at the news of the elopement and pregnancy, but were dismayed at my size by the time we visited them.
My body? It was swelling in all directions. My ass was only dwarfed by my extended breasts engorged with milk that Joe drank nightly. My breasts were heavy and my baby belly was so big, some nights I could barely draw breath.
I was prisoner to my own body and when the doctor’s announced how big they anticpated the baby to be, I can’t say I was surprised.
“I hid the pregnancy for awhile.” I explained to my parents. I was wearing a huge white t-shirt and even though I wore a bra the front was wet from my dripping milk. The shirt was big, but my giant belly stretched it out far and low. The baby now was only waiting for us to move back into the farm house.
I gathered up a paper plate at my parents place and filled it high with food. I was so hungry. I waddled back over where everyone was sitting. My stance was wide to support my growing middle and someone pulled my chair out for me.
Joe took my hand and helped me sit. I smiled my thanks as he rubbed my belly and expressed his love.
But still my mom’s expression was grim. “I know but, you’re so…you don’t look like yourself. Your hair is messy and there are bags under your eyes. Are you use there isn’t something wrong with the baby? Something you’re not telling us?”
I chewed a fork full of food thoughtfully. I moaned, it tasted so good. Beneath the table cloth Joe’s hand slinked up my leg and massaged my pussy. I smiled and it wasn’t forced, but I felt like I was drugged. Under the influence of something completely not natural.
“Don’t worry, Mom. I’m just a week passed my due date. Everything will be fine.”
“And we’re going to give
you lots of grandkids.” Joe smiled.
I patted my belly and felt a strong kick. A mild contraction. The baby knew what was happening. Somehow, it always seemed to know.
*****
It was autumn when we took ownership of the farm house.
The air was crisp and my messy hair was in a low pony tail. I wore a white blouse that didn’t begn to stretch around my belly far enough so it went free. My stretch marks and a dark brown line exposed for everyone to see. On top I wore a light brown sweater that was stretched thanks to my full gallon sized breasts.
My body wasn’t mine anymore. It hadn’t been awhile. And this was how it was going to be. Until I was no longer useful to the spirit or demon that lived inside Joe.
My belly jetted out like something in it desperately wanted out. I cradled it in my hands, stroking it. Loving it. Once it disgusted me, but I have learned to accept it as mine. I know it’s a son. A very large son and it will be born tonight. Thank God, it’ll be over. At least for now.
“You okay, Helen?” Joe asked at the red light.
I nod, but can’t find the words of what I want to say. I lean my head against the glass and as we drive along, I feel Joe’s hand between my thighs. The side of his fingers dig in deep against my leggings, massaging my swollen pussy.
My eyes closed and I took a deep breath. My pussy was always wet and Joe was driving me to madness. He’s trying to cheer me up and boy is it working.
I lean my head against the head rest and reached for him. Joe pulled the car into our new driveway and the car isn’t in park yet before he leaned over and kissed me hotly. I gripped his hair tight behind my fingers.
“Fuck me, Joe.” I whispered and unzipped his pants.
Joe grinned and rubbed my majestic belly. “With this thing in the way I don’t think this position is possible, but let’s get you inside. I think one more great fuck is in order before you become a Mom.”
I’m disappointed, but I wait for him to open the car door. He reached inside and helps me out of the car. I waddled toward the front door and I’m glad because of how large I am that he helped me. I can barely walk. My body is stretched as far as it can get.
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