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 Park Recreation

   (mpreg, birth, rape, labor, pregnant, young, fetus)

   It took a good hour or two to find the energy to get out of bed, but
Daniel was finally driven from his RV by the warm September sun which
turned his camper into a furnace.  Sweaty, uncomfortable, and all around
miserable, Daniel grabbed a towel and wobbled down toward the river wearing
nothing but old shorts he had to cinch around his waist to they wouldn't
fall down.  His large stomach made all his clothes awkward.  In fact, it
made everything awkward.  He sure did love being pregnant at first, but now
it was ridiculous, especially without Lucky around to enjoy it with him. 
His hairy gut was stretched out so much that it seemed like there was
hardly any hair at all, and his nipples had begun leaking in the last
couple of days.



   With his towel slung over his shoulder, Daniel came around the circular
drive past a premium motorhome that looked like it cost half a million
dollars.  He found the owner of it down by the river skinny dipping.  Mr.
Rick's old, saggy body jiggled as he jumped off the cliffside and plopped
into the cool rushing water.  He came up for air and bobbed for a bit.  His
balding white head glistened in the sun.



   "Come on in, you fat pregnant slut," shouted Mr.  Rick who was known to
be quite the pervert.  He had a filthy mouth and filthy imagination.  They
said he retired rich before the virus came and spent his aging years
traveling around the country to parks like these, participating in orgies
with anyone who would have him.  "I wanna know what it's like to fuck a
slutty bitch like you underwater."



   Daniel chuckled.  He was used to talk like this.  Lucky had been the
king of perversion.  Daniel reached under his heavy stomach and unfastened
the belt and let his shorts drop to the ground.  His ample penis swayed as
he eased down the muddy riverbank and sloshed out into the water.  A
welcome chill crawled through his body, relieving him from the oppressive
summer sun and the tremendous weight he carried with his back.  The water
wasn't flowing too fast, allowing him a chance to float for a few minutes,
his belly rising from the water like partially submerged turtle shell.



   The pervy retired man drifted over to him.  "My, you're one good-looking
preggo slut." His arms encircled Daniel's stomach from behind.  "I don't
think I've ever seen a man as pregnant as you."



   "Neither have I," said Daniel, dipping under for a minute to wash his
face.



   Suddenly he could feel Mr.  Rick's erection poking his lower back.  "A
young man like you needs a good dicking." He guided his erection down
between Daniel's asscrack while he kept one hand on the side of the
pregnant belly.



   "What are you waiting for you, old man?"



   "Old man, old man," he laughed, thrusting slightly with his hips.  The
tip entered Daniel and it was fairly underwhelming.  He had been fucked by
the biggest cocks in Fargrove and now he had to settle with this.  He
wished those handsome men in the other trailers were here to give him
attention, as they sometimes did.  Ranger had the biggest and he was
certainly the most sexy of the small pool of testosterone here in the park.
Dale was also handsome and royally endowed, though Daniel still had yet to
sleep with him.  Hopefully it would happen soon; there was something about
Dale that Daniel found even more appealing than Ranger.  As for Vance, he
was attractive too in a white trash, redneck kind of way.  He was abusive
during sex, rough and unafraid of a little violence; just like Lucky used
to be.  Clarence was most certainly fuckable as well.  And Parson was,
well, Parson.  Fat, drunk, and a disappointment in bed.



   At least Mr.  Rick had stamina.  The old fart could last all day thanks
to his viagra.



   "You want a water birth, young man?" he asked as he thrusted meagerly
into Daniel's pregnant ass.  "I can make sure that happens.  It'll be like
a birth and a baptism all at the same time."



   "You're no preacher," said Daniel as Mr.  Rick pummeled him underwater.



   "Oh yes I am.  I am an ordained minister as bestowed by that the
internet," said Mr.  Rick.  "It was the easiest thing I've ever done. 
Easier than you."



   Daniel grinned as the old man continued rubbing his belly from behind.
The baby was doing bellyflops inside him.



   "That little turd inside you's gonna be a slut just like his daddy,"
said Mr.  Rick as his hips gyrated under the flowing water.



   "I sure hope so," said Daniel.  It would make all of his dreams come
true if the baby was a boy.  He rubbed at his womb as Lucky Jr.  continued
making himself known.  He was always kicking whenever Daniel had sex.  It
was like he knew what was happening and was having little orgasms of his
own.  "He'll be a pervert just like his daddies."



   Mr.  Rick finished inside Daniel and they both climbed out of the water
and sat on a couple of foldout chairs by the river.  Daniel was uncertain
if the chair could hold his weight as he let the sun dry him and his belly.
The old pervert sat close enough to rub it some more.  It was a perfect
sphere with a round navel attached at its epicenter.  The more Mr.  Rick
rubbed it, the more the baby kicked.



   "Definitely a boy," said Mr.  Rick.



   "How can you tell?"



   "I know these things, son," the old man said as he got up and maneuvered
in front of Daniel.  "I have been with at least a hundred pregnant men --
and boys too." He let his cock rest against the top of the mountainous gut
and Daniel cupped it with his hand so that Mr.  Rick could have some
friction to work with.  "I can tell the gender of a man's unborn baby just
by looking at him." The old man began to thrust against the belly and while
it didn't do much for Daniel, it seemed to do something for the baby.  The
fetus pressed its butt outward against Mr.  Rick's cock, entrapping it
between Daniel's hand and the baby's bottom.



   "So what's that redheaded bitch having?"



   "She's a woman," said Mr.  Rick, groaning slightly as the baby pushed
against his erection.  "I wouldn't know."



   "James?"



   "A girl, I'd say."



   "Parson?"



   "He's not even pregnant."



   "Didn't think so," said Daniel.  "Clarence?"



   "Too early to say," said the man.  "But Dale's son is having a boy, to
be sure."



   Daniel seemed surprised.  "That cute little boy's pregnant?"



   Mr.  Rick smirked as he continued thrusting.  The hard lump of the
fetus' butt exerted even more pressure from within.  "Well would you look
at that!"



   With his free hand, Daniel reached under his baby gut and began to beat
himself off, unable to resist the debauched pleasure his own unborn child
was giving them.  This baby really was Lucky's heir.  As their climax
neared, the fetus pressed upward even harder until Daniel's belly had
changed shapes entirely.  Daniel was sure his unborn child had repositioned
itself to receive maximum pleasure from Mr.  Rick's cock.  He climaxed
almost immediately out of the intense pride he felt, dousing the underside
of his belly with his hot, sticky essence.



   Mr.  Rick followed, hosing the fetus' protruding bottom with his old man
seed until it dripped down both sides of Daniel's gut.  His pregnant belly
was covered in cum, both his and Mr.  Rick's.  The old man sat back in his
chair and the two of them sunned beneath the September sky as Daniel rubbed
the smelly substance around his stretchy, itchy skin as the baby tumbled
contently in the afterglow.



   <>



   James and Jamie were playing in the playground's sandbox on the far side
of the park, making castles and placing soldiers and barbie dolls on the
banisters.  They had a pail full of water that they used to compact the
sand .  The twins got along fairly well most of the time despite the gender
gap.  James sat with his legs spread outward with his own little castle
rising up between his knees.  His five month pregnancy jutted out from his
minuscule hips and sternum, round like the curve of the Earth, and topped
with a perfect little navel.  He had an outie even before his pregnancy,
but now it was swollen and slightly red and very sensitive.  His father
often sucked on it or sometimes pressed his cock into it, pushing it back
in as far is would go until the baby inside squirmed uncomfortably.



   It was a rare moon when James enjoyed being touched by his dad or
anyone. He endured it because that's how he was raised, and he knew if he
didn't he would only make it worse for himself.



   He wore a pair of elastic swim shorts that fit painfully under his baby
bump, creasing into the baby's wriggle space.  He had easily outgrown the
elastic in the last month.  As his sister propped one of her barbies on a
sandy throne, James hissed and grabbed his stomach.  The baby was agitated
because of the tight shorts and he stopped playing for a minute to grunt.



   "You okay?" his sister asked with concern.  She was always worrying
about her brother, especially now that he was pregnant like their mother.
In the back of her mind, Jamie knew that the same would happen to her
eventually.



   "The baby's just being stupid," he said, leaning back a minute to give
the baby more room.



   A teenager came out from behind one of the trailers and walked over to
the swings.  Clarence sagged into one of them, his hands gripping the
suspension chains.  His beady eyes watched the children as he lit himself a
cigarette.  He wore one of Vance's wife-beaters which clung tightly to the
small bulge of his stomach.



   The twins were shy and didn't like when people watched them playing.



   "You," said Clarence, motioning toward the boy.  "James.  Come here for
a minute."



   James hesitated.  "Why?  I don't want to."



   "Why?" said the sixteen year old, flicking ashes into the sand.  "I
wanna talk to you, that's why.  Come swing with me."



   James struggled up to his feet, brushed off his sandy bottom, and
trotted over to the adjacent swing.  Clarence groped his crotch through his
athletic shorts as he watched the pregnant boy settle into the swing beside
him.



   "Here," said Clarence, holding the cigarette out to him.  "You ever
smoked before?"



   "Nuh uh," said James, looking at the cigarette with distaste.  "It
smells bad."



   "Try it," insisted the teen.  "Just put it to your lips and suck."



   "No thanks...."



   Jamie looked on at the two boys from the sandbox, observing cautiously,
no longer entertained by her dolls.



   "Suit yourself." Clarence brought the American Spirit to his mouth.  "So
your mom said I could fuck you.  What do you think about that?"



   James squeezed the chains of his swing.  "She said you could?"



   "Yeah," said Clarence, blowing smoke.  His eyes caught a faint kick in
the child's belly.  "Go ask her if you want."



   "Well, if she said it was okay...." He didn't seem at all excited about
the prospect, but it wasn't unusual for his mother to allow others to have
sex with him.  Clarence and James had never had intercourse before and
James seemed unsure of how to proceed.



   "She did," said Clarence, standing up.  He pulled his athletic shorts
down and let his seven inch needle spring outward.  "Get on your feet for a
minute." When James did, the teenager came around and pulled down his swim
trunks and felt around the kid's body, pinching his tiny nipples and
squeezing his pert little butt cheeks.  "How's that huge baby gonna come
through these hips?" he asked, turning the boy around and palming his baby
bump.



   James answered with a shrug.  He hadn't given birth much thought.



   "Bend over against the swing," Clarence commanded, directing the boy
firmly with his hands, pushing him down against the seat so that his chest
carried his weight.  His arms dangled on the other side as the rubber
pressed into his upper belly.  "Yeah, like that." Clarence stuck a finger
into the boy's ass and massaged the muscles within until James' natural
lubricant made his birth canal slick and juicy.



   "It still hurts from last night and this morning," said James.  It had
only been a few hours since his father had fucked him hard in the trailer.



   "Think I care?" said Clarence, wetting the first few inches of his
cockhead in the boy's hole.  James groaned in pain.  He had been manhandled
a lot lately and his young, sensitive body had trouble taking it all in. 
It felt raw inside after his father had fucked him too many times without
allowing his body to recover.



   As Clarence started screwing James, Jamie snuck away from the sandbox
and ran toward the RV.



   The teen used the swing to control the speed and depth of his
penetration.  James' baby wiggled inside him as Clarence began to fuck him
harder and harder.  The wet clapping sounds of his hips slamming into the
boy echoed through the empty playground.  James' boy pussy was tighter than
a Chinese finger trap.  He could feel the slimy walls pulling at his length
as it tried to coax him into orgasm.



   Clarence thought back to when he was fourteen and started having sex. 
He had become quite good at it since then.  About a year ago at the age of
fifteen he had an abortion when he was as far along as James was now.  His
boyfriend at the time, Rex, had aborted their baby on purpose without
telling Clarence what his plans were.  Rex had stuck a wire through the
core of their favorite dildo, and when he forced it deep inside his
pregnant boyfriend's ass, he jammed the wire through the dildo's tip and
several inches through the cervix.



   The pain had been unimaginable; like a spear through the heart.  Blood
and fluids immediately gushed over the bed as Rex pinned him down laughed.
Clarence had been even skinnier then than he was now and had no means of
escaping the strength of his twenty year old boyfriend.  He left the dildo
and the wire jammed in his ass as the breached cervix caused spontaneous
labor.  Rex had his own house and Clarence was pretty much living with him
at fifteen.  There was no one around to hear his cries for help.  Rex was
spectacle to a gruesome birth as he beat himself off and fucked Clarence
with the dildo all through labor and delivery which took all of two hours.
The baby was stillborn.



   Rex flushed it down the toilet.



   The whole thing ended with cops and Rex's arrest.  The damage had been
so bad that Clarence had to have surgery to fix him back up, jeopardizing
any future pregnancies.



   And now he was pregnant again with Vance's kid, unsure if his baby would
be viable as it progressed.  He didn't really want to become a father to
begin with and neither did Vance, and Clarence knew that if he gave birth
to this child he would end up being the one to primarily take care of it.
Vance wasn't the type to sit around changing diapers and burping babies all
day, and neither was Clarence.  He hoped the baby would abort itself before
any of that happened.



   As he presently jammed his dick as far as he could into James, he
reached under and grabbed the boy's pregnant belly.  The pain Clarence felt
at the loss of his own child burned inside him like pitch, and he was doing
a poor job of resisting the urge to visit that pain on someone else.  He
squeezed the boy's pregnancy harder and harder and fucked him violently
until James began to cry and beg him to stop.



   "Shut the fuck up you little fucking brat," said Clarence, feeling the
baby inside the boy as it was tossed around in-utero.  "If you scream, I'll
fucking kill you and your baby.  Got it?"



   James nodded through his tears.  He thought his insides were going to
split open.  Not even his father fucked him this hard.  The chains of the
swing set rattled with the force of Clarence's assault.  With one hand, he
pushed James' spine down onto the seat, compressing his chest and a good
portion of his upper belly painfully against the rubber.



   Suddenly Clarence couldn't hold it in any longer and thrusted once more
and shot the biggest load in his entire life deep into James' womb.  He
stood there for a long moment, reeling from the pleasure.  He pulled out
and cum oozed out of the boy's ass and spilled into the sand beneath them.



   James wiped his tears away and got up, holding his belly.  The baby was
in a weird shape inside him, coiled up low and to the side.



   "That was fun, wasn't it?" asked Clarence, sliding his athletic shorts
back up his waist.



   The boy stood awkwardly as if he had just shit himself.  Cum slid down
his legs and his innards felt raw.



   Jamie returned to the playground after telling their mother what was
happening but evidently she really did give Clarence permission.  Her
brother limped bowlegged toward her and she took his hand and together fled
the playground.  Clarence swung alone on the swing, eyes following the boy
until he disappeared from sight.

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