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The living room was illuminated by some random muted movie playing on the TV.

"Good girl, keep going," whispered Eve as she gently stroked her hair, "What a beautiful little fool..."

Dottie was desperately sucking on Eve's nipple, while her emptier-than-usual stomach growled in agony.

"Oh, honey, you're hungry, aren't you? Your food is on its way. You're so adorable, I'm having stupid maternal instincts toward you."

"Dude, don't call it that, call it literally anything else. That's weird. Especially when I'm like... sucking on your tits, man, like that's weird."

"Sorry, sorry. Couldn't help it."

She squeezed her face from the sides, digging her fingers into her soft pudgy cheeks.

"You're my baby, yes you are~ My huge, massive baby. God I wish I could lactate so I could watch you drink my milk and get fatter."

"But it would barely contribute to my gaining. In fact, considering how much time I would have to spend sucking on your nipples regularly just to make sure you keep producing... I think I would lose calories that way..."

Eve glared at her, eye twitching with annoyance.

"But! But it would be fun to pretend!"

"Fuck, I forgot, you're weird as hell. Can't even let me imagine shit in peace."

The doorbell rang!

Eve sat up on the couch, and Dot held onto her waist, not wanting to let her go.

"I'll be back in a sec, my chubby bunny. I need to go get your food."

She buttoned up her shirt and rushed to the door.

"Let's hope they didn't forget the sauce this time."

"If they did you can call the place and yell at them," she blinked at her cutely, "I like it when you yell at people."

"I don't think I'll do that, a machine answers you anyway, it'd be pointless... Besides, here's the sauce, it's all fine."

Dot struggled to open the wrapping around the burger, bit a piece of the paper with her first bite. 

"I'm starving, I'm starving."

"No, you're not, fucker," Eve laughed, "You ate three hours ago."

"Really? It felt more like," she burped into her fist, "Four hours."

Eve watched as she devoured the first burger, sauces dripping all over her chest. She picked up the bucket of fries, grabbed a handful, dipped them in the spicy sauce and pushed them into her mouth between bites of the burger.

Sweet caramelized onions. A bit of heat from thinly sliced jalapeños. Mushrooms sautéed in soy sauce. Beautifully charred roasted eggplant dip with tahini and lemon juice. Juicy tomate slices and some crisp lettuce. Two slices of gooey cheese and two large patties. 

Another big bite, and piece of mushroom fell out of the burger right into her cleavage. She tried to fish it out with her chunky fingers but couldn't.

"Mmmh..." she hiccuped, "Eve..."

Eve shook her head, tsking.

"You can't do anything right."

She pushed her hand between her huge soft breasts, making sure to pinch her.

"Ow! Ow! You're hurting me!"

"Don't be so dramatic," she said as she pulled the mushroom out, and pressed it on Dot's lips. 

Dottie pouted at her.

"You... You're not gonna eat it?"

"Tch. You think I'm gonna eat your nasty boob mushroom?"

She hiccuped, "Yes..."

Shit, how could I say no to that face? Look at her saggy cheeks and that double-chin.

"You look hot when you're about to cry."

She put the mushroom into her mouth, licked her lips and swallowed loudly.

Dot sipped on her coke, her attention on Eve. Her nipples were poking out of her button-up shirt— Maybe because she'd been sucking on them a few minutes ago, maybe she was turned on, maybe it was the cold— It wasn't easy to convince her to keep her work clothes. She was the type of woman to return home from work and immediately hop into the shower. Today she'd convinced her not to do that. Lucky. 

She kissed her on the lips, hoping that some of her lipstick would end up on her.

Eve pulled away from the kiss with a satisfied smirk on her face. As Dot watched in a trance, she took her shirt off. Then she used the shirt to tie her hands at her back.

She then picked up the second burger and took a bite herself, before feeding the rest to Dot. 

Dottie closed her eyes and chomped on the burger. Eve did not wait for her to swallow, or chew enough times, or soften it in her mouth. She pushed the burger against her lips forcing her to take bite after bite. Sauces smeared on her nose, her lips, her chins. Her jaw hurt from chewing so much food so quickly. Her throat got tired of swallowing. Her tongue felt numb. Everything tasted like nothing. 

She burped and felt herself about to puke— Held her breath and managed to hold it in.

"Everything okay, pumpkin?"

But pumpkin did not answer as she had to keep holding her breath. Her stomach gurgled and groaned loudly, bubbly sounds rising to the top, until a huge bassy belch forced itself out and freaked Eve out. 

"Sorry. All the gas... got trapped under."

Eve grumbled under her breath, but gave her belly a gentle massage, drawing big circles on it with her palm. 

"My princess, my sweet princess."

"Eve," she burped, "Thank you."

"Don't get used to this, once I untie you, you'll have to do it on your own."

Dottie's breaths were quick and shallow, part of the reason why was obviously how full she was. But the other reason was because of how small her shirt was on her. Her tits were squeezed together, bursting out of the V-neck. Part of her belly hang was exposed, even before all the force-feeding. Most of the shirts in her closet fit the same anyway.

She forced a few big gulps down Dottie's throat, making her feel fuller and more bloated than before. 

Under her shirt she was wearing a pair of leggings, stretched so far they were semi see-through. Her fat legs had ripped many holes around her inner thighs. Some holes Eve had patched up, some were new holes opened up around the old ones and some were old ones reopened.

She put a few fingers into one of the holes, then she began to pull, widening the rip. 

"Please, I like these leggings..."

Eve barked a laugh, "Princess. You outgrew these long ago. Look, they're begging—"

Dot winced as Eve scraped her sensitive skin.

"...To be killed."

She walked out of the room without a word.

"E... Eve? Eve?! Don't leave me. Don't leave me!"

She leaned back, staring at the remaining food... her stomach growled, too loud that she couldn't deny. 'It's from being too full,' she lied, knowing it wasn't. Despite the discomfort, the pain, her body still craved more. More food, more, more. No stopping until you blow up. 

She heard the clack of Eve's high heels approaching.

"Eve! Thought you'd abandoned me!"

"Clingy bitch..."

"Please! I can keep eating! Please keep feeding me. Don't get bored of me."

"How could I be..."

Eve had brought with her a sharp knife. It reflected the changing colors of the TV as she held it, tip pointing down. 

"Hold still, unless you wanna get butchered."

She stuck the knife into the ripped leggings. She made calculated cuts to combine the existing rips into larger ones. Sometimes she wouldn't have to cut all the way through; her soft plush fat, already begging to be released from its tight sweaty prison often burst out of the holes and ripped the remaining seams. 

And Dot didn't even have a full view of what was happening, her tits and belly covering up some of her vision. She could feel the cold knife pressing, gliding against her skin. Something in her wished Eve would cut her 'accidentally'. 

Eve crouched down on the floor, and began kissing and biting the exposed fat of her thighs.

Dottie's eyes got watery. Was she scared? Was she upset her favorite leggings were getting ruined? Was she upset they already were ruined and it was her fault? Or was it the unbearable pain in her stomach making her cry? 

The bite marks from their previous night hadn't faded yet. Clearly, Eve had her favorite spots. 

"Eve... Will I get to..."

"What? What is it, motherfucker? Still hungry? After all that?"

She hiccuped, "Only... a little," she lied.

Eve reached the fries and began eating them herself.

"Lean down and get some."

Dot looked like she was about to cry again, "I can't..."

"Why? Oh. Right. You're so huge and round and full, it's impossible! Too bad," she popped another fry into her mouth.

Dot bit the inside of her cheek. She wanted to eat more but she also loved it when Eve mindlessly snacked on her high-calorie meals and didn't want to tell her to stop. But she did want to tell her how much wider her hips had gotten since they first met.

Finally, Eve stood up and grabbed the burger. She held it close to Dot's face, but not close enough...

"Come take a bite."

Determined and hungry, Dot craned her neck to take a bite. 

Eve held it further away.

"Come take a bite."

"Dude, I'll fall."

"You won't."

She craned her neck further and leaned a little to take another bite.

Eve held it further away. 

"Come take a bite."

This time Dot quickly dove in, bit into the burger and pulled it out of Eve's hands with her mouth. 

She blinked at her, confused. But then burst into laughter.

"Fine, you earned that."

She messily finished that last big bite, bits of tomato and the eggplant dip ended up on her boob shelf. 

This time Eve couldn't play games anymore, fuck it, she dove in face first to lick whatever she could find on there. 

Dottie tried to squeeze her belly from the sides with her elbows, she leaned forward and her stomach made an alarming gurgle. After a loud groan, a huge bassy belch forced itself out. 

"Fuck..." she let out another, much smaller burp, "That hurt my throat."

"That's right, angel," she patted her belly, "You get the best sleep when you're stuffed and bloated to the fullest."

It took them a few tries but Dot managed to heave herself up and waddle into Eve's bedroom.

By the time she made it there, Eve was lying naked on the bed sipping on some wine. 

"Dude your room is freezing," she wheezed, holding her knees, "Can we please close the windows?"

"Are you insane? It's like I'm in an oven. No windows will be closed."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just... I should get this stupid prescription refilled."

She opened the windows further (The neighbors may or may not have seen her. She did not give a fuck though.) and fanned herself with her hands. 

"Come on now. It's not that hard to be consistent with your medication. Do you see me skip birth control?"

"It's not the same thing, birth control controls BIRTH, you jackass! Of course you can't skip it! Estrogen gives my pussy a little more juice, it's not that big of a deal."

"You're holding your chest like it's about to explode!"

"It goes away in a sec. I just need to lay down."

She reached for her cigarette box, handed one to Dottie.

"If you're feeling too hot, wouldn't a cigarette make it worse?"

"Yeah, as if there are occasions where a cigarette would be beneficial. You want one or nah?"

"I want one."

She held the cigarette between her fingers, puffed a cloud of smoke into the air. 

"Don't those thick layers of fat keep you warm?"

"They do normally. That's why I'm concerned. It is cold in here."

Dot huddled under the blankets, pulling them all to her side.

Eve gave her a somber look, "Sorry you have to be with a woman past her best before date. You deserve better, princess."

"Fuck a best before date. Bitch, you've got a best after date. I've seen your photos. You get sexier as you age."

She had a hearty laugh, "My sweet Aphrodite, I love your innocence..."

She cupped her face in her hands, felt her crow's feet with her thumbs. Gently ran her fingers through her long dark hair.

Fuck she's beautiful. 

"I need to get these fixed, right?"

"I dunno. Your hair looks perfect to me."

"You wouldn't get it."

They lay in the bed spooning. Eve grabbed her boobs from behind and gave them a squeeze. 

"God. I love these tits on you, my sweet princess."

She belched, "Grew them for you, dude."

Eve's face fell, "Dude?"

She buried her face between her neck rolls and her shoulder, took a good sniff. 

"Mommy works so hard to clean, feed and clothe your non-stop growing body just to be called 'dude'?"

"Ew. Told you, I don't like it when you call yourself that."

Eve roughly squeezed her soft pudgy belly.

"Ow! Ow! Besides," Dot winced, "You're the one that's making me grow."

"Hmm? Thought you'd grown your tits yourself? Are those my fault too?"

She moved her hands up and gave both her nipples a twist. Dottie could hear her smile as she spoke. 

"Tell me."

She gulped, "You want me to call you mommy? Fine. I saw mommy steal a few too many bites from my food tonight. Hmm? Is mommy feeling a little gassy? A little bubbly?"

"Fuck off."

"Your stomach's making funny noises."

"No, it is not!" 

Dot gently pushed her on her back, lay her head on her belly. 

"It totally is making noises, haha..."

"Not because I ate too much! It's just... you know I can't handle greasy food."

"I know, I know."

Dottie kissed and licked her navel, before leaving a trail of wet loud kisses on her belly all the way up the her chest. The weight of all the food in her stomach made her nauseous, lying on her belly made it worse, but she wanted to kiss and squeeze her wife just a little longer.

The contents of her stomach shifted around, making her burp.

"Princess, lie down, you're making yourself sick."

"I'm fine, let me—" she hiccuped, "Okay. Okay. Shit..."

She backed away and lay on her back, holding her big globe belly and taking deep, labored breaths. 

"I'm okay."

Eve moved her curls out of her face, kissed her on her forehead. 

"You just relax and let me eat you out. How about that?"

"Sounds awesome, actually. Ugh..."

She helped her spread her legs apart, and after some struggling they managed to pull those ripped thighs off her. The panties were easier to remove, and she licked the red lines the elastic had left behind. 

Her inner thighs were covered in stretch marks and bruises. She gave them lots of kisses and bites, making Dot wriggle above her before she even made it to the real destination. 

Eve began sucking on her lips and Dot moaned quietly— For now, mostly due to the discomfort above. For now!

Dottie rubbed her poor bloated belly in circles. Her brain couldn't focus on much, between the pain inside her gut and the heat between her legs. She just lay there and cried.

"Eve, it's good but please, slow down a little. You're killing me, man."

"Sorry, sorry. You're right."

Dot squeezed her own boobs, imagining Eve's hands on her. Eve's hands on her ass, on her belly, on her chest, wrapped tightly around her neck...

Right now her real hands were teasing at her outer lips as her tongue was pressed inside.

Her hands then traveled on her thighs, pinching and squeezing her as she licked her up and down, slow and patient, stopping right below the clitoris every single damn time. 

"Oh, Eve! You're so... something. I'm..."

"Is that meant to be encouraging?"

"Please just... Do that. Keep doing."

The fact that she was forgetting English was a bit of an encouragement. Maybe she really was so something, cause something was so working. 

Her mind filled up with regret as the trapped gas inside her made her writhe in agony. Maybe she should've refused that last soda.

She pressed her tongue against her clit, then gently sucked on it. Dot mumbled something in response, frustrated but turned on, and wrapped her legs around Eve. 

Eventually, Eve managed to find a good rhythm of sucking and releasing that made Dot's body squirm and not violently jerk. And she was quite pleased with herself for it. Dottie was much better at working with her mouth but look at her, of course she was! She was good at eating in general!

"Eve. Eve come up here. Please."

She sat up and glared at her.

"WHAT?"

"Please I need you more here. This gas is killing me. I'm about to blow up."

She rolled her eyes, and wiped her mouth. 

"Fine... Stupid kid. Making me lose my damn appetite."

She pressed her open palm on her soft, saggy lower belly, and began pushing up, and letting go, pushing up, and letting go...

"SHIT— No! That's not—" 

Just when the pain became so insanely unbearable, her stomach groaned violently and she let go of a massive, blaring fart.

Eve sat there in shock as she was just expecting a loud burp at worst.

"Ex—"

As soon as she opened her mouth, she ended up burping too. It came out with enough force to burn her nostrils.

"Excuse me," she said, shyly. 

"Guess you were um. Really filled up, huh?"

"That why I tried to get you to help... I was worried it'd happen while you were down," she hiccuped, "Down there."

"Yeah... that'd have been bad. For you. Well, for me too. But I'd punish you badly. So also for you."

"You were doing great, you really were. I'm just way too gassy, man."

She closed her eyes and pushed out another quick fart. 

"You have no idea how good that felt, though."

"Better than getting eaten out?"

"Uh. No. Of course not!"

Dottie did not move from her position, still pinned down under the weight of her belly. So Eve layered all the blankets on her, then snuggled up to her from the side. They fell asleep, dreaming about tomorrow's breakfast.

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"It's just fucking hilarious that an obese bitch like you is named Dot. Just..." the mean smirk on his face was then replaced by an adoring smile, "A teeny tiny Dot," he chuckled. 

"You are a meanie and I hate you."

"You can't. You're not allowed to hate me!"

"Fine. I don't... But if I could, I would."

Adam wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling between her breasts.

"Dottie, princess, don't get mad at your old man. I'm only playing a role."

"Nah, it's cool, dude. It's fun when you're mean."

"Good, good. Wanted to make sure you remember."

Grabbing her hand, he intertwined his fingers with hers. 

"Look at those sausage fingers. My piggy's gotten so big for me." He brought her hand to his lips, planted kisses on her rings. "My good girl."

Dot blinked at him with empty eyes— Then grabbed his shoulders to pull herself up and jump on his lap.

"SHIT— Kid, slow!"

Dottie pressed her lips against his and began biting and sucking on his lower lip. 

"Please," she moaned softly, "Please, old man, please. Let me have your babies, please!"

"Jesus— This is what I get for marrying a youngster. Kid, get your head straight!"

"I can't take it, I need to, I have to get pregnant NOW," she leaned in to whisper, "Please play along."

"Only if you PROMISE me it's pretend, I am NOT becoming a dad... unless I'm your dad cause that's fine with me."

"Gross."

"I'm sorry. Just a little baffled here... A daddy kink is too much for you but BREEDING is fine? Trying to figure out which page we're on."

She huffed, "Yes."

"Okay, then. Fine. Turn around."

She groaned and whined as she sluggishly turned her back to Adam.

"You hate me," she folded her arms, "You don't wanna look at my face."

"Angel, please," he began biting the side of her pudgy neck, "This is for easier access."

He grabbed the hem of her shirt. It was two sizes too small, already rolling up to expose some of her soft pudgy belly. He rolled up the shirt and tucked it under her breasts. 

"Tell me, how many would you need to be carrying until it becomes noticeable?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, please. Look at the size of this tank. Look at those tits. Look at that face. How'd anyone know you're pregnant? They'd all assume you're getting fatter like you normally do."

He leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Would YOU notice if you were pregnant? Maybe you already are."

She gulped.

"So, again, tell me. How many until it's noticeable? Cause let me say, one baby would be invisible under a mountain of fat like this. How much does a full-term baby weigh? Seven pounds? You eat larger breakfasts than that. So... twins? Triplets?"

"I think triplets would be noticeable, man. Like, that's a bit too much."

"Then you're saying if there's twins in there we may never know. Until it's too late."

"Don't... scare me like that. I'm... I'm on the pill. You use condoms. It's not possible. Ha-ha."

"Yeah, sure but all methods can fail. Maybe you're extra fertile. Maybe I got some... very..." he burst into laughter, "Very determined sperm? Shit. I don't fucking know."

"Adam! Keep it up, you were doing so good!"

He grabbed her breasts to bounce them on his palms a few times, then pulled the shirt further up to free them. 

"Sorry, Dottie, you're not having babies anytime soon. These tits are mine, I'm not sharing them with a single fucking baby. Let alone multiple."

"Well if you're MY dad, that's not how it works, old man!"

"Except I get to decide how EVERYTHING works, bitch! I'm not just your dad, I am your owner."

"Can we go back to me being pregnant again?"

He rolled his eyes, "Fine."

He held her thighs and helped her spread them apart— her belly sagged and filled up the space between them. 

"I don't want kids right now, but you know, once we start, things may change, love. Can't just have one baby and be done with it. You'll get me addicted to breeding you, is that what you want?"

"Maybe."

"Do you know how long after giving birth a woman can get pregnant again?"

"Oh! I know! The recommended time is at least eighteen months. But if you're asking when 'can' you get pregnant, then it's immediately, like, they say it's about three weeks—"

Adam pinched her inner thigh and she winced. 

"Hey you're supposed to be a dumbass and let me educate you, okay?"

"Shit, man. Sorry! I am a dumbass but when you asked a question I know the answer to... Sorry! I'll shut up."

"Besides, I don't give a shit about recommendations, or your well-being, or recovery."

He reached down to massage her from outside her panties, they were wet and sticky already. 

"Three fucking weeks. It's nothing. Your body would still be wrecked by the previous pregnancy and birth. But we've got no time to lose. I need you pregnant again. Oh, your body would forget what it was like to NOT carry my spawn inside."

This time Dottie barked a laugh.

"'SPAWN?' What the hell, man? 'Spawn!' What are you some... monster creature? Alien?"

"Now you're the one ruining it!"

But Dot kept laughing, "Why'd you say spawn?"

"If you say a word too many times it stops sounding like a word, I didn't want to say baby again, so I looked for an alternative."

Dot kept laughing so hard she ended up letting go of a fart, then got all blushy and embarrassed.

"Dottie..."

Adam kissed her on her double chin. 

"I... I couldn't... Sorry—"

Her stomach groaned and gurgled and she tried to hold it in, she really did, but she ended up farting again. This one wasn't as loud but went on for longer. 

"Sorry."

Adam grabbed her belly from the sides and squeezed. 

"Ow— Please, you're making it harder to hold it in."

"You're too cute, it lets you get away with bad behavior," he whispered, "I should plug you up for this..."

"No... please. I didn't mean to."

"Now, I say seven pounds but that's only the baby..."

Were they returning to the topic? Without Dot having to ask again? She held her breath...

"But you would gain more than that during pregnancy. Right?"

"Yes..."

"I honestly don't know shit so why don't we... Why don't we look it up? Is this making it less sexy?"

"No, no— It is sexy."

They were both silent as Adam looked it up on his phone— It would have been much easier to ask the assistant, but then Dottie would hear it too and where's the fun in that? 

He made a disappointed little "Aww."

"What's wrong?"

"Turns out, the fatter you are the less weight you're likely to gain during pregnancy. Makes sense, but such a shame."

"How... how much is it?"

"Eleven to twenty pounds for one baby if you're obese as fuck. That's still nothing to you."

"It's not as much as I was expecting."

"That's what I'm saying! Maybe that's why we haven't noticed it yet! You're huge!"

"Like, even you have gained that much weight this year!"

That got her a slap hard enough to leave a perfect hand mark on her thigh.

"Get off me. Fuck you. I'll kill you for that."

She heaved herself up with a huff, "I'm just joking, man. Please..."

But really, was it a joke if it was just a fact? It was almost the end of the year, not like he'd gained it in a month! Okay, she knew he'd get pissed off at that comment. Telling him he'd put on weight AND saying it in the context of pregnancy?

"Just..." he unbuttoned his pants, "Just blow me. I don't wanna hurt my pregnant wife, feels a little too mean. I'll punish you after this little game of pretend is over."

"Ha! I get immunity!"

"Yes and I hope it's worth it. You better get used to this anyway..." 

He wrapped his legs around Dorothy's neck to rest them on her back. 

"If I won't get to fuck you for, what, a day and a half after you give birth, you'll have to do this a lot."

Leaning back on the couch, he pulled out his cigarette box and lit one.

"I shouldn't smoke around you, right? How irresponsible of me. But I need this."

He leaned forward just to blow a cloud of smoke in her face.

"Your naivety is amusing, Princess. Babies don't disappear once you're done being pregnant, in fact, that's when they appear! You have a working husband, and you're a fool if you think I'll help you take care of them once I'm home. Nope. I'm tired and I'm stressed and I want attention. You can parent them yourself."

She paused to let out a belch, the sound muffled by the dick in her mouth. 

"Mmmh..."

"Yeah. It's harsh but it's the truth. You got yourself pregnant, now deal with the consequences of being a slut." 

He grabbed a handful of her curls and forced his cock deeper down her throat. The sad little choking sound she made made him smile. 

"Twenty five to forty two pounds if it's twins. That's more like it. Plus, only this first pregnancy will be a surprise. The rest we will know. So, you can use the 'I'm pregnant' excuse to stuff yourself as much as you want, even more than you already do! If you're constantly pregnant, how much is it pregnancy gain and how much is it you being a fat ass?"

Seeing her lips stretched around his cock did something to his brain— Her chunky cheeks puffing up with air. Her brows creasing as she struggled to take in his length. Her breasts and belly jiggled below as she m9ved back and forth. 

"Can you imagine how heavy those tits are going to get, angel? You'll be full of milk all the time like some dairy cow. It will leak out, get your clothes wet, embarrass you in public. As if you don't have enough shit to be embarrassed about. Don't worry, I'll be— Fuck... I'll be there to drink it all, princess. The kids? Fuck them. They can have formula."

Dot looked up and caught a glimpse of him absent-mindedly licking his lips and rubbing his belly... Greedy son of a bitch couldn't himself. The feedee mindset had infected his brain; here he was, imagining himself getting all full and gassy on his wife's milk. Good.

His voice was getting breathy and he was talking less and less... he must've been getting close. 

"I don't wanna miss out on any more of your fertile years, love. We need to start... start pumping out babies NOW."

FUCK YES. GET IN THE MOOD, ASSHOLE.

"When... When was the last time you had your period? Oh, yes, that's wonderful... Y— You sure it's not late? Huh, my joy?"

When was the last time she had her period? Shit, she couldn't think. What day was today again? 

He grasped her hair and pulled her away, cum dripping down the corner of her lips.

"Sorry. I'm training to, you know, not pull out. It's gonna take some time to adjust."

She crawled back up to his lap, slower this time, and pressed her boobs against his face.

"I bet you'll end up with a dad bod."

"Princess, not to shatter your perception of me, but don't you think I already have one?"

"I... I don't know. Do you? Then— Then you'll get even fatter! We'll both have to shop from the plus size section."

She already struggled to find clothes that covered up her belly! How was she going to find clothes now that she was pregnant?! Wait. She wasn't pregnant. That was just pretend. Right? Just pretend. 

"You could technically call me 'Daddy' as in, like, father of your children?"

"Stop trying to make that word work!"

"You're breaking Daddy's heart," he mocked.

"GOOD. Hope it stays broken! Look man, our kinks are incompatible. It's— It's fucked up, man. It's like, you can't be my dad and my baby daddy at the same time, it's just wrong. You gotta be one or the other."

"Fine... Carry my spawn then, bitch..."

The nausea she felt could not be morning sickness, no. She was gassy from that big breakfast she'd had! Right? When was the last time she had her period again? How long was it until lunch time?