KINKTOBER: DAY 2 (Patreon)

Day 2: Kidnapping

ADVENTURES OF YOU: Kidnapped

WORD COUNT: 800 words

tags: fpreg (mentions of female genitalia), forced birth denial, forced labor denial, second person pov, reader carrier, +18 content

Oh, sweetheart. You thought it was going to be easy? That you would just get to walk away just like that, after everything? That's not right. You don't get to leave me, and even less, to leave with my babies. 

Yeah, I know. You're not even sure if they're mine, but I've got a hunch. And look at you, you're nothing but glowing. 40 weeks is a long time, and they said multiples tend to come earlier. I don't know, I think you can easily hold them in for a few more weeks, mhm?

God, you just couldn't keep your legs closed, could you? I mean, to be honest, I feel like it was bound to happen one way or another. It's not like you're not a slut. You have always been so desperate, so easy to offer your cunt to the first person who offered you a crumb of affection. One accident, one little slip, and look at you. Huge. Massive. Ridiculously pregnant.

What? You're acting like you weren't asking for it! Yes, of course, it is a life-changing decision. There were so many things you wanted to try, to do. Key word: wanted. Because you and your whore self threw it out the damn window. All because you couldn't keep your legs closed. All because you couldn't keep your pussy empty. Just one slip up, and you're turned into this, nothing but a filled-up whore, a cum dumpster, a baby-making factory.

Kidnapping? That's a strong word, sweetheart. I'd rather you use the term temporary detention. Just for a bit. Until I decide you're good to go. You're going to be here, with me, until the babies come. 

It's the best for all of us, believe me. I want nothing but the best for you and my babies.

And, I'm not gonna lie, I don't think I would have been able to resist just not having you all for myself any longer. I just couldn't sit back and watch you grow bigger and bigger each day and not have my hands on this wonderful, tight belly of yours. So full, so heavy. Have you noticed how sensitive and big your tits have become, how they leak at the slightest touch?

Yes, a bit selfish, you can say. I bet everyone else would love to —and you would love the attention too, wouldn't you, slut?— would love to watch what they did to you. What you had become. To watch the way your belly hangs in front of you, heavy and tight, an obstacle in every way.

Wouldn't you love for everyone to look at you and just know that nine months ago, you just couldn't hold it in and let someone else fill you up? 

Now look at you. Barely able to stand straight. So pregnant. It's painfully obvious you can't do anything with that getting in the way, with your gravid womb hanging in front of you, bumping into everything. It must be painful, right? They're big, my babies.

I gotta admit, the best thing this pregnancy did for you was just making you so needy. Ravenous. You just can't get enough of bouncing on my dick, your gravid stomach pressing against mine, your cunt contracting, your stomach tensing as you cum. over and over. These hormone things are crazy, man. You just can't get enough. You need it even when you don't want it.

That's such a pretty moan, baby. I know that's the exact sound that came out of your mouth nine months ago while someone pounded into your greedy cunt, when someone fucked these babies into you, isn't it?

I don't care you're having contractions. Braxton Hicks, huh? Just your body preparing for the inevitable. I bet it's nothing serious. And what about the pressure? You feel like you need to push? Oh, no. What an odd thing.

You'll be fine. Maybe just try walking it out. No, you don't need a doctor. You don't need a hospital. You know I have always wanted a home birth. Don't you trust me? You don't think I'm an idiot, do you? Why would you call me an idiot, then, huh?

That's better, sweetheart. Just shut that pretty mouth.

I need to let you push? I don't need to do anything. I think you're forgetting where you are, who you are with. Yeah, that's much better. You sound so nice begging for me to let you push. 

But, no. Not yet. I've come so, so fond of seeing you like this. So massive, so swollen, so sensitive. Heavy with my babies. 

You can feel the head? Well, let me check, you do look a bit dilated. Oh, baby, I can see what you mean. Your pussy's all swollen, I think the head is starting to bulging it out. But I'm sure you can hold it for me, can you?

You just couldn't keep your legs closed, couldn't you? Always such a little greedy thing. Well, too bad. You're gonna have to close those legs if you want to hold them in, because those babies are coming when I say so.

You're doing so well. Just sit down, breathe, and close your legs, sweetheart. That's it, don't push. I know you can hold it in. And if you can't, then I'll have to take the matter into my own hands.