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 Title: A Boy's Womb

   by darkmpreg

   (mpreg, young, rape, fetus, pregnant boy, pregnant man, labor, birth)
Summary:
A pregnant nine year old boy is pimped out by his father.  As the

pregnancy exceeds the due date, a customer has a special request.

   A Boy's Womb

   Lewis was ripe for popping.

   The nine year old was forty-two weeks and five days pregnant and he was
absolutely shocking sight to see.  It should have been impossible for his
tiny body frame to keep up with the pregnancy for these last ten months but
somehow the boy was a trooper.  From his aching ribs and sternum jutted a
belly that measured sixty inches around.  It was terrifying how much his
tummy had stretched to accommodate the huge baby his father, Tag, had
fucked into him those months ago.  He was 60 lbs before his boy-womb was
filled with seed, and now he was closer to 90 lbs -- and it was all baby.
The poor 4'1 child could hardly walk (or do anything, for that matter).

   Ever since the sixth month of his pregnancy, Lewis started having
challenges with mobility.  The baby-gut that was quickly overtaking his
body made dressing by himself a challenge and because Tag wouldn't help,
Lewis often had to made do on his own; meaning he was naked half the time.
His clothes wouldn't fit anyway.  Tag hadn't bought clothes for his son
since he was eight, and as a growing nine year old that meant most of his
clothes were too small anyway.

   Around the eighth month, the boy really slowed down.  His waddle (which
he developed early on at around the fourth month) had become so pronounced
that his belly would literally swing like a pendulum.  His hips had widened
some but not enough.

   In the ninth month he had to start rolling out of bed, sometimes
unsuccessfully -- resulting in him falling to the floor.  If that happened
he would have to scream for help (sometimes for hours) and wait for his dad
to come help him back to his feet.  Tag would usually beat him for being so
stupid, or take out his aggression through violent intercourse.  Sometimes
both.

   Now, two weeks and five days overdue, Lewis was unimaginably pregnant.
He could barely sit up out of bed without help and he moved around about as
fast as a snail.  His undies were ripping at the seams beneath his giant
baby bump, and his hands couldn't even reach his navel if there was an
itch. Not only that, but the baby had become so big and strong that any
time it moved even just a little, it caused him massive pain.  Most of his
days and nights now were spent in agony, screaming at the top of his lungs
as the baby pummeled, somersaulted, and head butted his innards.  He could
even feel it kick his spine sometimes, which made him almost black out.

   Tag knew that this pregnancy was risky because of Lewis's extreme young
age, but he himself had given birth to Lewis when he was ten, so he didn't
think too much about it.  One of his buddies, Vic, had knocked up his son
at the age of seven and the kid lived through it (barely).  The baby was
underweight, though.

   Lewis' baby was the opposite.  Tag didn't know how his son would pop out
the huge baby, but he figured he could always reach in and pull it out if
he needed to.

   All of Lewis' pregnancy had been spent in the house.  Tag took him out
of school around the second month of his pregnancy once his belly started
poofing out from under his too-small shirts, and since then Tag had been
able to make extra income letting his buddies and strangers come over
during the days and nights to fuck Lewis.  Tag charged a premium for his
pregnant young son and was making money hand over fist.  Once word got
around that a pregnant nine year old was in the area, people from all
around started showing up at his door looking for his preggo-boycunt.  The
bigger Lewis got, the more the clients came until there was practically a
line everyday, especially around the night hours.

   For some reason, men loved fucking pregnant boys and Lewis was not only
a cutie but the biggest preggo boy they had ever seen.  He was a marvel
even as early as four months along, but now, overdue and ready to pop at
any second, he was truly a work of art.  All the guys complimented Tag on
the good work he'd done, and he had to admit that he really did do a number
on the poor kid.  Lewis was miserable, but they all got off on it.

   There were countless nights when Tag would let his friends and clients
double team Lewis, sometimes triple-team.  Tag had his fill of Lewis during
the downtime but he particularly liked watching two of the guys stick both
of their cocks up his asshole as the same time.  Lewis's screams were
delicious, and Tag knew in the long run it would be beneficial for the kid
to help loosen him up before the birth.  In fact, he was encouraging his
clients to team up to help stretch him out either with their dicks or with
their fists.

   Things were getting exciting now that the pregnant fucktoy could blow at
any minute.  Tag started offering a thousand dollar reward to any man who
popped the kid as an incentive to get as many clients in before Lewis's
pregnancy ended.  It was working, too, with over thirty guys showing up
throughout the days and nights, each trying to fuck the kid hard enough to
bust him open.

   All the activity was really starting to wear Lewis down.  The poor kid
could hardly stand let alone get out of bed, so he spent most of his time
on his back or on his side as cock after cock visited his room.  He would
scream while they plowed him, especially when their huge dicks disturbed
the fetus.

   That was his favorite part: watching the baby visibly careening and
twisting inside that big, bubble-like belly while the men grabbed at it and
shoved themselves in balls-deep.  Every kick was torture to Lewis, every
jab ruinous.  Shame that it was ending soon ...  but at least he could get
him pregnant again within a month or so.  The money was too good to stop.
He was even thinking about keeping the baby instead of throwing it in the
landfill.  There were some sick fucks that liked infants, so maybe he could
earn a little more side income.

   Tag continued allowing customers to do what they wanted with his son for
the next few days.  He was sure that when a big black guy with an eleven
inch cock came to "visit" that the reward money for popping Lewis would go
to him -- but somehow Lewis's cervix endured the pounding.  Tag began to
wonder if something was wrong with the boy's pregnancy.  At 43 weeks (three
weeks overdue) something should've happened by now.  There were occasional
contractions but those had been happening for months.  At this point, the
longer the pregnancy lasted the more his son's life was at risk.

   On the 43rd week and second day of Lewis pregnancy, the stud that was
balls-deep into the nine year old's pregnant ass hit gold.  The man, Rick,
was a thirty-six year old swinger in excellent shape with a cock as thick
as a beer can and easily twelve inches in length.  He told Tag that he'd
popped a few preggos with his monster cock, mostly on accident.  Rick said
that he accidentally gave a fourteen year old boy an abortion with his cock
once, and the kid's dad thanked him for it.

   As the amniotic fluids burst all around his cock and flooded the bed,
Lewis unleashed a yowl that almost peeled the paint off the walls.  The boy
grabbed hold of his stomach as the baby shifted inside him, head engaging
with the cervix at the urging of the first of many birth contractions.

   "I can abort this one, too, if you want," said Rick, his huge dick
hoisted deep against the fetus's womb where its head was.  "One thrust and
I can end the little shitter, save you having to buy diapers."

   "Thanks but I think I'm gonna keep this one," said Tag, pulling out a
thousand dollars and giving it over to the man.  Tag came over beside the
bed and placed his hand atop the tremendous swell of his son's contorted
stomach.  "I was worried the baby was gonna be stuck in there forever."

   "Well, he's definitely the the biggest pregnant whore I've popped,"
admitted Rick, thumping the boy's belly with his middle finger.  "They
don't get much bigger than this.  You really squirted a big one into him.
Never thought I'd see a pregnant nine year old."

   "I was ten when I had him."

   "Shit," said Rick.  "How old are you?"

   "Nineteen."

   "Damn.  Well, tell you what, I'll let you keep the thousand bucks and
pay another thousand if you let me abort your unborn kid.  I've had this
idea for a long time where a pregnant whore gives birth on my face to a
dead baby.  What do you think?"

   Tag thought about it.  "I don't know, I want wanting to keep it so I
could whore the baby out.  I'd be losing serious money if I let you kill
it."

   "I'll pay three thousand up front," said Rick, his baseball-sized dick
still impaled on the squirming boy.

   "No way," said Tag.  "You can fuck him through labor but I don't want
the fetus hurt."

   "Fine, fine," said the man.

   "And I wanna fuck him a few more times before he shits the baby out."

   "No prob," said Rick, grinning and slapping Tag on the back.  "It's your
kids, after all." Rick looked down at Lewis who was crying and holding his
gut as his contraction faded.  "How're you feeling, bud?"

   "It hurts," moaned the boy.

   "Aw, too fucking bad," said Rick, stroking the kid's bulbous, oblong
belly.  The fetus was kicking up a storm, distorting the round fleshy
surface with arms and legs.  He thrusted a little bit further in, feeling
the domed skull of the fetus's forehead press gently against his cock.  He
could kill the fucking fetus right now with one good thrust, but he didn't
wanna kill the man's unborn kid without his permission, so he dragged the
boy off the bed by his arms and threw him to the floor.  Lewis screamed in
terrifying pain as his belly struck the carpet and his weight slammed down
on the fetus.

   "Hey, what the fuck?" said Tag, stepping in between the man and his son.

   "He's fine, trust me."

   Tag backed off and watched as Rick mounted the pregnant boycunt whose
tiny ass was sticking up in the air, his belly crammed against the floor
beneath him.  Lewis was powerless to stop the man as he jammed almost all
of his twelve inches straight into his womb and knocked the fetus in the
head.  A visceral contraction squeezed Rick's shaft and the walls of the
boy-uterus compressed the unborn fetus harder against his dickhead.  The
boy's body wanted to begin expelling the unborn child but Rick had other
plans.

   "If you wanna stall birth, this is how you do it," said Rick, forcefully
flipping the boy over onto his back with his cock still embedded deeply
inside him.  His giant pregnancy curved into the air.  "Watch this."

   With his long fingers, Rick pushed into Lewis' belly flesh, probing
through the incredibly thin skin to find the various parts of the fetus. 
With one hand he located the kid's butt (near the top left corner of the
womb) and with the other he was able to find its skull (which he could also
feel with his cock).  "When you find either end of it, you can move him
around, like this.  See?"

   Body parts shifted beneath the skin as the man slowly shimmied the baby
sideways.  Lewis' belly had completely shape-shifted, where it once was
oblong from sternum to the base of his cock, it now bulged incredibly off
to his sides.  "Feel this," said Rick, reaching for Tag's hands.  He guided
Tags hands around to either side of the nine year old's obscene stomach. 
"The head's here on the right side, feel that roundness?'

   "Yeah, definitely can see it too."

   "And over here on the left side is your fetus's ass."

   "So what's the point of this?"

   "It's harder for him to give birth when the fuckmeat stuck inside him is
sideways," explained Rick.  "And this way I can fuck him as deep as I want
and only poke the fetus's soft belly instead of its head."

   "You can feel its belly in there?"

   "Yeah, how long's your dick?"

   Tag pulled off his pants and whipped out his cock.  It was easily ten or
eleven inches, almost as big as Rick's.  "This long enough?"

   "Nice, yeah, should be," said Rick, moving out of the way.  "Now stick
your cock in there and see if you can feel it."

   Tag knelt down on the floor and hoisted Lewis's knees up and around his
belly and slowly pushed his cock into his son's puckered, laboring birth
hole.  The contractions had been coming steadily for a while now and his
body was telling him to push, but since the baby was sideways there was no
way it was gonna come out easily.  So when Tag's cock wormed past the
cervix and into the womb, another contraction started and Lewis squirmed
beneath him, trying to escape his cock, but Tag anchored him by using the
preggo boy's bulging sides as leverage.  He could feel his fetus's head
under his right palm like a giant fortune-teller's crystal ball.

   How his little son was gonna push that through his tiny ass was a
question Tag had no answer for.

   The contraction itself was the most powerful one so far and caused the
fetus's little belly to collide with Tag's cock.  He felt tender flesh bump
against his dick head and he nearly cummed out of surprise.  The shock of
touching the unborn baby with his manhood -- the baby he created inside of
his young son, who he himself created nine years ago -- was almost too
much.

   "I dunno, I feel weird about fucking a baby," said Tag.

   "It's not a baby, it's a fetus," said the man.  "And you're not fucking
it, just touching it with your pecker.  There's a difference."

   "I guess."

   "Hey, let's take turns blowing our loads inside your kid's womb," said
Rick, picking up his pants off the floor and taking out a bottle of pills.
"This shit will supercharge our stamina and let us cum literal gallons. 
Your little baby will be swimming in there once we're through.  What do you
say?"

   Tag agreed and they popped two or three more pills than would've been
recommended.  Tag went and got some beers so they could chug the pills down
easier, and they stood around chatting and watching the little pregnant boy
squirm on his back like an upside down turtle.  The baby was kicking again,
causing Lewis to thrash and holler at the top of his lungs.  Tag eventually
had to gag his mouth with a tennis ball to get him to shut the fuck up.

   Within ten or twenty more minutes, Tag and Rick's balls began to swell
up and they began to feel the need to expel some of the pressure, so they
began taking turns fucking the pregnant kid whose contractions were now
about every other minute.  Lewis's belly had dropped before their eyes, the
upper portions of his pregnant globe emptying as his lower womb filled with
the fetus's body.

   The problem, however, was that the fetus was in the complete wrong
position.  Instead of the head or the butt trying to poke through the
cervix, the belly was trying to go first, which was impossible.  The
fetus's back would have to break before it could go through the narrow
birth canal that way, so every contraction and every push by the boy was
only working against him and forestalling his own efforts.  His body was
trying to rectify the situation by turning the baby, but Rick would just
use his hands to reset the unborn sideways if necessary.

   The cool part about it was that the cervix was entirely clogged by the
fetus's soft little tummy, so the men used it as a springboard for the
cocks.  Every time they thrust in, they dicks bounced off the fetus's
spongy belly.  Sometimes they could even feel the umbilical cord, which
felt gooey.

   Tag and Rick kept slinging back the beers, cumming against the fetus
every few minutes.  A lot of the cum wasn't coming back out and when
Lewis's belly started to grow bigger and tighter they realized the womb was
absorbing it -- that or the baby was eating it.

   After another couple of hours of this, Lewis's stomach had swollen up
another several inches and his corked navel looked like it might explode.
The contractions were coming seconds after each other and the fetus was
starting to protest, arms and legs flinging against the walls of the lower
womb as it became distressed by the relentless contractions and the cocks
poking it.

   Tag eventually conceded that if they kept this up, he might lose both
his son and the fetus, so he told Rick to turn the baby back around so the
birth could continue.  Rick begrudgingly did so, maneuvering the fetus back
into a head down position.  The pills they had taken were still making
their balls swell with endless amounts of cum, and if they didn't keep
fucking Lewis or blowing loads all over his face and belly, they felt like
their balls would explode.

   So as the fetus finally began its descend into the birth canal, Tag and
Rick alternated fucking his ass and poking the fetus in the head, cumming
all over it in gallons.  The carpet was wet and stained beneath Lewis who
had begun to fade in and out of consciousness, his giant belly now sitting
in between his tiny hips.  The baby was so big that the men could actually
see the bulge of the baby moving down the birth tunnel just above Lewis's
tiny cock where it would then descend toward his ass.

   Because the size of the baby progress was very slow and when Lewis would
black out for extended periods of time, the two men would have to try and
force the baby out themselves with their hands.  All the cum they had shot
against Lewis's curving belly acted like gel for their hands as they pushed
the fetus down through the canal -- all the while one of them drilled his
birth hole like a jack hammer.

   The fetus would have a few cranial bruises for sure.

   Lewis was awake when the baby crowned, its slightly-battered-cum-covered
head pushing out Rick's cock.  The nine year old soon-to-be-father gave a
muffled scream into the tennis ball in his mouth as the huge fetus
stretched his hole to an ungodly amount.  Rick cummed one last time on the
baby's head, and once its face popped out Tag unloaded his heavy balls into
its nose, mouth, and eyes.

   Just as Tag finished, he felt something press against his own ass hole.
"What the fuck..." He turned around but Rick pushed him off Lewis and onto
the bed.  "What are you doing?"

   The muscular but lanky Tag couldn't stop Rick who was easily twice his
size.

   "I can't fuck your son with a baby hanging out of him," said Rick,
pushing all twelve inches into Tag's ass until it slammed against his
cervical wall.  "So you'll have to do."

   Tag tried to fight back but Rick overpowered him at every attempt.

   "You're a pretty boy," said the man.  "Just like your son.  I bet the
baby I fuck into your gut is gonna be a handsome devil."

   "Fuck you!"

   "Oh, nooo," said Rick, unleashing a gush of cum inside Tag.  "Fuck you."

   Before Tag knew what was happening, Rick pulled out and slammed his fist
into Tag's head, knocking him clean out against the bed as semen leaked out
of his hole.

   When Tag woke up, Lewis was leaning against the wall with the baby
cradled in his arms.  He had managed to take the ball gag off and was
panting heavily.  "Oh shit," Tag mumbled, rubbing at his forehead as he
remembered what happened.  He knelt beside Lewis whose stomach was still
swollen with cum.  The baby was resting on his belly, nursing at Lewis'
tiny pink nipple.  Pregnant males didn't grow breasts like women did, but
they were able to produce a little bit of milk.  The baby was covered in
semen and stank like a whore house.  "What happened?"

   Lewis grunted again, his belly still huge as it ripped with a
contraction.  Beneath that tight skin, something kicked outward.

   "Are you still ...?"

   Was it possible that ....?

   And just then, another head began to crown.

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