Alternate Universe

Chapter 4: Proven

Greg had yet another dream that night. It wasn’t sexual, though, at least at first. 

He was standing on the beach at night. The wind was blowing along the shore, making his long hair wave like a banner. On that wind, Greg heard the voice of the madwoman from the boardwalk.

“The network no longer controls your fate! Now, you are subject to only one rule: Rule Thirty-Four!”

“But what is ‘the network’!?” Greg shouted over the wind. “And what the hell is Rule Thirty-Four?!”

The ground began to shake. Then, about fifty yards offshore, something huge broke the surface of the water: the flat top of a massive stone tablet that was as wide as a stretch limo was long. The tablet rose and rose until it loomed so large that Greg could clearly read the inscription on it despite the distance and the darkness.

RULE 34

If it exists,
there is porn of it.

“Wow,” Greg said, gazing out at the tablet. “That’s gotta be the straightest answer I’ve ever gotten from a dream.”

Yet Greg sensed that this was not the dream’s only message. On the boardwalk, the madwoman had said that Rule 34 was the only rule, or at least the only one that Greg had to follow, and she had repeated it in this dream. That had to mean something.

Maybe the point is that all the other rules don’t apply anymore, he thought. Like the laws of physics, maybe. Can I do stuff they wouldn’t normally let me do?

He closed his eyes and willed himself to levitate into the air. Nothing happened.

Too bad, he thought. That would have been cool. But then, as he gazed out at the tablet, another thought struck him. Maybe I can do anything as long as it’s something you’d see in porn.

He looked down and saw that he was wearing his usual clothes. So he willed them to disappear. They vanished in an instant, leaving him naked. His flaccid cock hung heavily between his thighs.

Ah, now we’re getting somewhere, he thought. Then he imagined his cock going instantly hard, and it did.

Of course, this is just a dream, he thought. I don’t know if I can do this stuff when I’m awake. Gonna have to try it as soon as I wake up…if I remember this dream, anyway.

Fortunately, he awoke right then. Sunlight was just starting to peek through the windows of the van.

“Okay,” he mumbled to himself. “Let’s see if this works in the real world.”

He closed his eyes and imagined his cock growing a foot longer, and twice as thick. Even as he thought it, he felt his penis growing inside his sweatshorts. He stood up on his knees, and when he pushed down the shorts, his cock hung all the way to the floor. Greg looked down at his enormous member and grinned.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he said. “This thing has potential.”

He couldn’t keep his dick that big, he decided. Not only wouldn’t it fit in his underwear, but there probably wasn’t a woman alive he could get it into. 

Not a human one, anyway. 

He put that thought away for later.

***

Late that afternoon, Greg had just closed the car wash when Connie showed up. Today, she was wearing a sweater-like red crop top so tight that the outlines of her thick nipples and even her puffy aureoles stood out beneath the knitted fabric. Below that, Connie had on a plaid micro-miniskirt that left much of her upper thighs and the bottom curves of her ass exposed, even though she was standing straight up.

“Hi, Daddy Greg,” she said coquettishly. “Do you like my new outfit?”

Before Greg could answer, she turned away from him and bent over, ostensibly to adjust the laces of one of the red canvas sneakers she was wearing with her white knee-high socks. Now, Greg could see virtually all of her ass and the bright-orange thong she wore beneath her tiny skirt. He grinned lustily.

“Yeah, that’s a good look for you,” he said.

Connie straightened up and moved close to Greg. “Believe it or not,” she said, “my mom took me shopping yesterday and bought these clothes for me. She says they’re the kind of thing she wished she’d been allowed to wear when she was a teenager.”

Greg looked down at Connie’s protruding nipples, then brought his hands up to her chest and toyed with them through her top. Connie’s lips parted, and she closed her eyes.

“Well,” Greg said, letting go of Connie’s thick nipples, “I hope she treated herself to some new duds, too.”

“She sure did. She says she can’t wait to show you her new ‘slutwear.’” Connie giggled. “She also says the hard part will be finding us maternity clothes that are just as slutty. We might have to have them made.”

With a horny grin, Greg replied, “I can’t wait. Let’s get in the van.”

As Connie climbed into the back of the van behind Greg, she said, “That reminds me: Mom wanted me to ask you if you could start sleeping at our house. She wants to make sure Doug understands that you’re the only man allowed in her bed now.”

Greg was a little surprised to hear Connie refer to her father by his first name. I guess “Daddy” is taken now, he thought.

“Yeah, I guess I could give that a try,” Greg said. “Especially if you join us in that bed.”

Connie smiled lustily. Then her face grew more serious, yet no less slutty and seductive than before, as she said, “I wanted to talk to you about something else, too.”

“What’s that?”

Solemnly, Connie began, “Daddy Greg, you have other girls besides me now, and soon there will be more. And I know that’s how it should be.”

“Okay.”

“But…I want to show you that I love you as much as any of them. That I’ll do anything for you. So…”

“Go on.”

“So…can I please swallow your cock? All the way down to your balls?”

Greg chuckled low and lustily. Then he dropped his denim shorts and brought his cock out through the fly of his boxers, holding it by the base. Even flaccid, it was so thick that he could barely get his hand around it. He held it toward Connie.

“You really think you can get this beast down your throat?”

Connie looked at Greg’s cock lovingly, hungrily, then looked at his face. “I really, really want to try, Daddy.”

“Well, okay then.”

Greg let go of his cock and sat down on the floor with his back against the side of the van. Then he put his hands behind his head, relaxing and waiting to see what Connie would do. He could see the excitement in her brown eyes as she crawled over to him and bent down to put her face just above his crotch.

Her voice was a reverent whisper as she said, “First, I’ll get you hard.”

With her slim-fingered hand, she lifted his cock up while lowering her head. Then she began to tongue his balls.

“Ohhh, yeah,” Greg breathed. “Lick my baby-factories…get ‘em nice and full…’cause I’ll know you really love me when you swallow a gallon of my sperm…”

Connie paused for a moment to look up at him and said, breathlessly, “I hope it’s two gallons, Daddy.”

She went back to licking his balls for another long moment before she switched to tonguing the base of his shaft and then working her way up. Greg’s member was fully hard by this time, long and thick, yet the girl seemed determined to lick every square inch of it.

When she made it up to his cockhead, she ran her tongue around his glans, then all over the head. Then, holding his hard cock by the base, she took a moment to look up at Greg. He smiled at her expression—the arousal in her parted lips and flushed face, and the devotion and absolute submission in her eyes. This was a girl who would do anything for him. 

“Before we go on,” Greg said, “get those titties out.”

“Of course, Daddy Greg,” Connie replied, undoing the buttons down the center of her sweater crop top. “They belong to you, so I’ll get them out whenever you tell me to.”

She wasn’t wearing a bra, so the moment she undid the last button, the edges of the sweater caught on her thick, erect nipples for a moment before letting go.

Connie opened her mouth wide and took Greg’s cockhead inside. She sucked it continuously even as she moved her lips up and down from crown to glans and back again. All the while, she continued gazing up at Greg’s face, giving herself to him completely.

“Good girl,” Greg murmured. “Now, take more of it in your mouth.”

Connie pushed her head forward, taking the whole head and three inches or so of cockshaft into her mouth. She moved her head back and pushed forward again a few times, sliding her lips over Greg’s glans. She could feel his member getting even harder in her mouth, which was deeply gratifying. She was his woman, and her first duty was to satisfy him to the very best of her ability.

With that thought in mind, Connie increased her range of motion little by little, taking progressively more of Greg’s cock into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat each time she pushed forward. Even so, she wasn’t getting even half of his length into her mouth. It was time to step things up.

Connie inhaled deeply through her nose, then forced her head forward and down as she swallowed repeatedly. This time, Greg’s apple-sized cockhead didn’t just touch the back of her throat; it forced her throat open wider and then began to push down it.

“Awwww, yeahhhh,” Greg moaned, running his hands through Connie’s hair. “Swallow that cock, baby girl…swallow it all…”

Although her throat muscles were spasming, reflexively trying to expel the thick intruder, Connie was determined to do as Greg asked. But she could only force her head so far forward before her gag reflex became too powerful to overcome; she had to stop pushing forward before she either had a coughing fit or, heaven forbid, threw up.

Greg, despite the immense pleasure he felt from Connie’s throat muscles seizing around his member, saw Connie’s distress. But he could also see how much she wanted to do this for him. Then an idea struck.

With my Rule 34 powers, he thought, I can make swallowing my cock feel as good to her as taking it in her pussy. 

He focused on making her feel pleasure, but he could see almost immediately that it wasn’t working.

Of course, he thought. My powers are about porn, so any change I make has to be something you can see. But how do you see pleasure? Wait, I know!

He looked down into her eyes—her big, teary eyes that looked up at him with so much devotion and anxiety—and he made pink hearts appear in them. Then he made more, smaller hearts appear around her face, and down along the front of her neck where it bulged from his cock’s girth.

“Hhhhhggh!” Connie cried ecstatically. In an instant, the feeling of that thick member filling her throat to its limit had become one of the most pleasurable sensations of her life. And she knew that the only way to make it even more pleasurable would be to shove even more of Greg’s thick cock down her throat, down as deep as she could make it go. 

She again forced her head forward, feeling more and more of the length of her throat stretch wide to accommodate the thick cylinder of man-flesh. Pleasure radiated from each ring of esophageal muscle that Greg’s cock forced open, jolts of orgasmic joy reaching into her belly, her breasts, her pussy. She felt more womanly than she ever had in her life, swallowing that huge cock in the ultimate act of submission.

At last, just when Connie was starting to wonder if her throat was long enough to take Greg’s whole length, her face came into contact with Greg’s crotch, her nose in his thick brown pubic hair.

“Oh, man, you did it…” Greg breathed, reaching down and gently caressing the front of Connie’s neck. “God, your throat is bulging…It’s so fucking sexy…”

Now, with her nose buried in Greg’s pubic patch and powerful jolts of sexual pleasure arcing through her whole body, Connie used both hands to hold and caress his balls.

I wonder how much cum they’re making right now? she thought. Probably enough to make my belly swell. Oh my God, that would feel SO good!

Connie began moving her head slowly forward and back, using the entire length of her throat to massage her Daddy’s cock. She kept her wet eyes on his face, and when she saw him close his eyes and tilt his head back to drink in the pleasure, it felt more gratifying than any other accomplishment in her life.

Connie also felt extremely horny. So as she bobbed her head faster, she fingered her clit with one hand and one of her thick nipples with the other.

“Oh, yeahhhhhh…” Greg sighed. “Your throat feels great around my cock…We’re gonna do this a lot from now on…”

“Ymmmmh!” Connie shouted around Greg’s thick member. She would gladly do this for him every day if it would earn her a permanent place in his harem.

She bobbed her head as fast as she could, making Greg’s cock plunge down her throat over and over. Then she felt Greg’s hands close firmly around her head, and the man got up on his knees and began fucking her face even faster than she had been bobbing her head.

Yes! she thought. Yes, Daddy, fuck my face, fuck my throat, fuck my whole body, it’s all yours, IT’S ALL FOR YOU!

“HuuaaaaaAAAAAAAAGH!” Greg cried as he shoved his cock as far down Connie’s throat as it would go and unleashed a torrent of cum. Thanks to the changes Greg had just made to his own body, he could cum for nearly half a minute, experiencing the height of orgasmic pleasure the entire time. Connie swallowed and swallowed, desperately trying but failing to keep up, such that Greg’s seed was forcing its way down into her stomach as much as she was gulping it down. She could feel her belly expanding, distending with the sheer volume of Greg’s load. Yet she refused to give up, to let any of Greg’s seed escape her body and thus prove herself unworthy of him, the man she fervently wished to serve for the rest of her life. She would rather swallow his seed until her stomach burst than show him anything less than her complete devotion.

Just when Connie thought her stomach might not be able to hold even one more mouthful of Greg’s cum, the torrent slowed and then stopped. Her stomach was so bloated that she could feel the weight of her breasts sitting on top of it. Yet when Greg looked down at her, his face was radiant.

“Oh,” he panted, “look at that beautiful swollen belly.”

Slowly, he pulled his cock out of her throat and then her mouth. Connie gasped for breath.

“My tummy’s…so full…Daddy…” she panted. Yet the look on her face was pure bliss.

“I know, baby,” Greg replied, stroking her hair. “That’s about a gallon of cum I pumped down your throat. And you swallowed it all like a champ.” He chuckled and smiled at her as he grabbed a soda out of the van’s mini-fridge and cracked it open. “A man’s really got to stay hydrated with a girl like you around.” Connie chuckled, too.

Greg sat down on his bed and patted the spot next to him. Connie got up slowly, then eased down next to him just as slowly. Greg could actually hear the semen sloshing in her belly, even when she lay down on her side and pillowed her head on his thigh. Her face was mere inches from his thick, firehose-like cock, and he could feel her warm breath on it. He again stroked her hair as he thought, Glad I shrunk it back down to normal size after this morning. Kid would’ve choked to death.

And then an idea hit him. He mentally calmed himself before he spoke.

“You know, Connie,” Greg said, sounding casual and suggestive at the same time, “there’s another way to show me how much you love me.”

The girl’s head shot up from his lap, and she looked at him with big eyes.

“What is it, Daddy? I’ll do anything!”

“I was thinking: How about you let me put a couple more babies in you?”

“Well…of course, Daddy,” Connie replied, surprised that Greg didn’t already expect this of her. She laid her hand on her bulging stomach and said, “My tits and pussy and womb belong to you. After this baby’s born, you can fuck as many more into me as you want.”

“What I mean is,” Greg said, “I can put two more babies in you right now.”

Connie’s brow wrinkled. “Right now? How?”

“Well, I’ve learned that there are certain things I can control now. I can do some stuff that seems like magic. And I’m pretty sure that one of those things is making you ovulate a couple more times. Then all I have to do is fuck you to fertilize those eggs, and that baby inside you becomes a triplet.”

“Woooowww,” Connie breathed.

“But,” Greg cautioned, “three babies is a lot for a teenage girl to carry. Especially for the last three months or so, ‘cause you’ll feel big as a house.”

“I feel like that right now,” Connie replied, patting her cum-swollen stomach. She smiled sexily at Greg as she added, “I definitely want you to fuck two more babies into me. But will you still want me when I’m that big? Because I’m not sure I could stand having a body that you didn’t want to shove your cock into.”

“Of course I’ll still want you,” Greg said with a lusty smile. “Seeing you carrying three of my kids is gonna turn me on big time. Of course, when you’re that far along, I’ll have to stick to fucking your mouth and your ass. Wouldn’t wanna punch one of the kids in the face with my cock.”

“Then let’s do it!” Connie replied. Then she put one hand on one of her big breasts and the other on her bulging belly. “I don’t just want to be the mother of your children—I want to be your personal baby factory. And when everyone sees me in those last three months, they’ll all know that’s what I am.” She smiled slyly at Greg and added, “Especially if Mom gets me those slutty maternity clothes.”

Greg smiled at her toothily, got to his feet, and said, “Well, then, let’s get started.”

Connie stood up and took an awkward step forward as her belly sloshed again. Greg caught her by the shoulder, then put his hand on her swollen stomach. 

“Let’s make you a little more comfortable first,” he said.

Focusing his mind, he visualized Connie’s body absorbing his semen, digesting and processing it. Connie put her hand over Greg’s, and she could actually feel her stomach shrinking little by little—just as she could feel her tits and ass growing. Greg knew he wouldn’t have been able to empty Connie’s belly of his cum without doing something erotic with it, so he’d put it towards making her slutty body even sluttier.

When her stomach was back to normal, Connie looked down at herself. The changes weren’t extreme, but it looked like her already substantial breasts had gained a full cup size, and her panties were stretched to their limit by her widened hips. She pushed her shorts and undies down and kicked them away.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Connie said, still gazing down at herself. “Do you think my tummy will get that big again when you fill up my womb with your cum?”

“Oh, I think it’ll be even bigger.”

Connie lay down, and she felt her thighs open of their own accord as she replied, “Please fill my womb, Daddy.”

Then, suddenly, she sat up.

“Wait, Daddy, there are two things I want to do before we start.”

Surprised, Greg replied, “Oh yeah? What are they?”

“First, I want to set my phone up to take video of this. I mean, getting triple-pregnant is going to be the highlight of my life, so I want to record it. And…” 

She looked down and blushed. Greg put a hand under her chin and lifted her face back up so that she was looking at him.

“And what?” he asked teasingly.

“I…I want to send the video of you fucking me to Steven. I think he should see how good a real man can make me feel.”

Greg knew he should be against doing something so deliberately hurtful to his own son. But he had already taken Steven’s girlfriend and impregnated her, and Steven would find out about that sooner or later anyway. Besides, the thought of Steven watching him fuck Connie turned him on, and the fact that it had been Connie’s idea turned him on even more.

“Okay, I’m game,” Greg replied with a lusty smile. “So what’s the second thing you want to do before we fuck?”

“I really need to pee.”

***

Minutes later, after Greg drank about a quart of water and another quart of sports drink, Connie returned from the car wash’s bathroom. It seemed that she had showered, because her hair was damp as she strutted naked up to the back of the van, her tits and ass bouncing in time with her stride. Greg thought it was likely that at least one or two passers-by on the boardwalk had seen the nude girl, but if Connie didn’t care, then Greg certainly didn’t.

Connie set up her phone in a corner of the van, positioning it and adjusting the camera so that it would capture all the action wherever she and Greg might be on his bed. She set it to record in the highest possible definition and ensured that the video would be continuously backed up to the cloud in case her phone ran out of memory. 

Connie hit the button to start recording, then crawled slowly and sexily over to the bed, her eyes on Greg. Greg’s eyes were on her, too, moving from her face down to her big tits where they hung beneath her and back up again, over and over, taking it all in.

“I hope you’ll never stop looking me up and down like that,” Connie purred. “Nothing has ever made me feel sexier.”

“Oh yeah? What about lying on your back with your legs in the air and my cock shoved up you all the way to your womb?”

Connie looked at his face and was breathing noticeably harder as she replied, “I don’t think of that as sexy, Daddy. It’s so far beyond sexy that there isn’t even a word for it.”

Greg grinned lustily. “In that case, get those legs in the air. Time to swell that belly.”

The naked girl lay down, spread her legs wide, and raised them high in the air. Her pussy was as wet as anything. Greg moved on top of her, then slowly pushed his long, thick cock into her.

“Oooooh, Daddyyyyyy…” Connie moaned. “Make me a mommy again, Daddy…make me a mommy three times over…”

He pumped Connie slowly and deeply, wanting to savor this moment, and wanting her to savor it too. Sex could never be more special than this. Now it was time for the magic.

“Okay, baby,” he said. “Here we go.”

In his mind, he tried to picture Connie’s ovaries. And indeed, he could see them; even as he gazed at Connie’s eager face and beautiful naked body, the image of her ovaries appeared in a corner of his vision, like an inset in a picture. Then he made each ovary produce an egg.

“Ohhhh, Daddy, I felt it,” Connie breathed, putting her hands on her belly. “One on each side.”

“That’s right,” Greg said. “You’ve got two eggs drifting down your tubes right now”—he could see it even as he said it—“all ready to party with a few million of my sperm.”

Gently, he laid his hand on the side of her face and said, “Now, are you ready to get triple-pregnant, Connie?”

Her eyes were huge with love and devotion as she replied, “So ready, Daddy.”

Keeping his cock buried in Connie’s pussy, Greg got up on his knees, using his hands to pull her broad ass onto his thighs. Her head, shoulders, and upper back remained on the bed.

Greg explained, “I want to be able to see that beautiful body of yours while I knock it up again…and again.”

Connie ran her hands down over her big tits, her belly, and her open thighs as she replied, “This body belongs to you, Daddy, inside and out. Impregnate it as much as you want.”

Greg smiled and resumed fucking Connie slowly. He loved watching Connie’s big tits bob forward and back with his every thrust. He took hold of the girl’s thick, protruding nipples and tugged them gently in the same rhythm with which he was fucking her pussy.

“Mmmm…” he rumbled. “Our babies are gonna love sucking these nipples…”

“Oh…yes…Daddy…hold them…pull them…”

Having her nipples tugged in this rhythm while Greg’s cock pumped the depths of her pussy made Connie imagine herself as a cow that was being milked and fucked by a bull at the same time. The image was surprisingly and powerfully erotic, making her feel more feminine, more female than she ever had in her life.

“Breed me…Daddy…” she moaned. “I’m your cow…”

“And I’m your bull, baby girl,” Greg replied.

Greg let go of Connie’s nipples and put his hands on her hips. He fucked her a little faster, and a little faster still, enjoying the sight of her big tits wobbling more and more crazily each time he increased his pace. But he wasn’t ready to go all out yet.

“Connie,” Greg breathed, “to really do this right…we have to do something…we’ve never done before…”

“What’s…ooooh…what’s that…Daddy…?”

“I’m gonna…push my cock…farther inside you…than ever before…All the way…into…your womb…”

Connie gasped with both fear and excitement. She hadn’t known such a thing was even possible. But of course, nothing was impossible for her Daddy Greg.

“Will it…Will it…ohhhhh…Will it hurt…Daddy…?”

“Maybe a little…” Greg breathed. “But it’ll also…feel amazing…”

Connie was breathing even harder as she replied, “Please…do it…Daddy…please…fuck…my womb…”

“Okay…” Greg panted. “Here…it…comes…” 

He thrust all the way into her until his cockhead was snug against her cervix. He made the image of it appear, again in a corner of his vision. He could see her womb, and the thick head of his cock pressing against it inside of her. Then he pushed again, harder, steadily but forcefully, and he saw Connie’s cervix stretch open inside her. He made sure to fill her eyes with hearts as he did it.

“Oh God! Oh Daddy!” Connie cried. “I feel it inside me! You’re opening me up! YOU’RE OPENING MEEEE!”

Connie’s body spasmed and thrashed with an orgasm like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her mouth was wide open, yet she was so overwhelmed by the sensation of impossibly deep penetration that she couldn’t make a sound.

Greg held the girl down by her thick thighs and forced his cockhead into her womb. Then he kept pushing, shoving inch after inch of thick cockshaft into Connie’s deepest, most intimate place. Greg had never been much of a science guy, but he somehow knew that there was no danger of him harming the child that was already growing inside her; right now, it was just a cluster of cells implanted in her uterine lining, somewhere out of the way.

And soon, Greg thought, it’s gonna have a couple roommates.

He was balls-deep inside her now. Her cervix gripped him even harder than her love-tunnel, which felt amazing as he began to fuck her womb. Connie, now past her wild orgasm but still overwhelmed by the sensation of Greg’s huge intruder pumping her so deeply, moaned and whimpered mindlessly.

“Yeah…” Greg panted. “Gonna cum…right where…it counts…Shoot my seed…point-blank…at those eggs…”

“Y- Yes…D- Daddy…” Connie whimpered. “Preg me again…preg me a lot…I…I need it…”

Greg fucked Connie hard and deep. His cockhead bumped against the very top of her womb again and again, making her cry “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“Here…it…comes…Connie…” Greg grunted as he felt his climax coming on like a freight train. “Gonna…make…you…a triple…mom…UUUUUUUUGH!”

He fired a massive torrent of cum straight into Connie’s womb, pumping so much into her so rapidly that he could actually feel her belly swelling against his as he came.

“OHHHHH GOOOOODDDDDDDD!” Connie shrieked, her body thrashing and flailing so wildly beneath Greg’s that he had to put more of his weight on her so as to keep his cock buried in her womb. He wanted every last drop of his massive cumload in there.

Greg could see it: the massive flood of his semen pouring into Connie’s womb, enveloping his cockhead and the first few inches of his shaft that were buried in there and expanding Connie’s baby-chamber like a water balloon as Greg came and came. 

Connie screamed loud and long in ecstasy. Even as her body writhed in climax and her belly swelled, she could see what Greg was showing her: her womb filling and stretching with thick white cum. In that ocean of potent seed, her two little eggs drifted as millions of sperm surrounded them. Connie gasped as one sperm pierced each egg and worked its way in, fertilizing it and starting a new baby growing inside her.

When Greg finally finished cumming, Connie looked like she could be nine months pregnant. Then Greg slowly pulled out—but he closed Connie’s cervix tightly as soon as his cockhead passed through it. Connie sighed with pleasure at being so full of her Daddy’s fertile semen.

“Oh Daddy Greg,” Connie panted. “I’m so glad…I belong…to you now…Steven could never…ever…make me feel…like that…”

“Speaking of Steven,” Greg said, lying down beside her, “are you sure you want to send him that video? I mean, it’s gonna crush him.”

He fought down a smile. He had spoken out of a reflexive urge to protect his son, but at the same time, he was again excited by the thought of Steven seeing Connie with him. Seeing Connie giving herself to him, making herself his willing sex slave for as long as he wanted.

Connie caught her breath, then replied, “You know how Steven can be. If I try to break this to him gently, he’ll cry and beg and plead for me to give him another chance. But if I send him this video, he’ll understand that he has no chance, because he’ll know that he can’t compete with you—not for my heart or my body.”

Now, Greg couldn’t help but smile, and wickedly. Connie gave him the same smile.

“Although,” she went on, “maybe I shouldn’t. Steven might need to see this in person. You know, so he’ll really understand.”

Greg chuckled. “You might be right. When did he say he’d be back?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

“Good,” Greg said. “There’s something I wanna do before he gets here.”

He put his hand on Connie’s swollen stomach and added, “Now, before I open your cervix and let all that cum out of your womb, let’s go to your house. We can give your mom a little preview of what you’ll look like in a few months.”

Connie grinned. “Yes, Daddy.”

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Coming up next—Chapter 5: Full-Figured