Milk and Honey

Mrs. Baker on the right, currently expecting her third. Joan on the left, pregnant with her first.

There was something so delightfully quaint about it; everyone was so family-focused, it was...sweet.

Sweet, and incredibly sexy. McKayla was coming five or six times a day by her own hand, just imagining herself as one of these docile, sexy, knock-up housewives.

Not that she'd ever do it, of course. It was just a fantasy. A fantasy that was increasingly taking over her waking hours...

And so McKayla didn't correct Joan's assumption. Sure, she wasn't married to Theo... but that wasn't far down the line. There was something nice about the mistake.

"Mrs. Wilson," McKayla murmured to herself. She liked that.

•

"How was work today, darlin'?"

"It was good..." Theo said, sliding into his chair. For the first two weeks, he'd spent a few minutes each night trying to convince McKayla to go back, that she couldn't throw away her career for good sex.

"I'm not, sweetie-pie" she'd playfully whispered in his ear. "I'd never do that..."

Her tongue had briefly explored his ear before she continued.

"I'm throwing it away for a mess o' great sex."

Even Theo couldn't deny how mind-blowing the sex had been since she had come to visit. If he hadn't set an alarm to take her to the bus, he doubted he would have been able to escape the stupor that was mind-blowing orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm.

At the end of the second week, she'd stopped trying to argue with him. Instead, whenever he began insisting that she go back, McKayla had simply pouted, and tilted her head to the side.

"Mr Theo," she'd drawl. "Are y'all sayin' you wanna throw away this great ass?"

Stammering, gulping, or avoiding eye-contact were his standard response to her questioning.

"It sounds to me," she'd say, turning her back on him and drawing his attention to her rear end, "like you're fixin' for trouble. This thick, fat ass is waitin' for yer attention, mister..."

By the time she'd finished peeling off her skirt or shorts, his pants would invariably be down and his objections forgotten.

That was as close to an argument as they ever got; even after he came back from work that first Monday, and noticed the changes in her body.

"Jesus!" he'd exclaimed. "McKayla, what's happening to you?"

She was napping on the couch, after an orgasm had hit her particularly long and hard - she'd been imagining herself pregnant with her second set of twins, her belly huge and bulging while her first two kids ran around the house.

"Whaddya mean, sweetie-pie?" she replied, in the confused tones of someone who'd just been unexpectedly awoken.

Theo strode forward and gestured to her tits.

"These are almost twice the size they were when you arrived."

"Country living," she'd said. "Want to test them out?"

As he was driving to work the next day, Theo wished he'd had the strength of mind to say no. He should have taken her to a doctor, or at least documented them for reference. Now, three weeks later, they were two of the largest tits he'd ever seen. The rest of her frame had changed as well - her waist was as thin as it had ever been, but her thighs had thickened, and her once-flat ass now protruded almost half a foot behind her body.

The worst of it was that she didn't care. No, not that she didn't care - she seemed to be enjoying the changes. Every time he pointed one out, she'd giggle, and to his horror she had started using her new assets to turn him on even more...something he'd thought was impossible.

"C'mon smoochie-poo," she would purr. "I'm worried that they've grown again - why don't you measure your fat wife's assets with your big, hard cock?"

He wished he had the strength of mind to say no. But McKayla had never struggled to seduce him, even when she hadn't looked like one of his wet dreams come to life.

•

"I'm sorry, who is this?"

"McKayla Wilson," the young woman drawled. "I used'a work for y'all?"

"...McKayla? Her surname isn't Wilson, and you don't sound a thing like her."

"It's me, hun. You gotta trust me on this'un, kay?"

"Please, if you do hear from McKayla, get her to call this number. No one's heard from her in over five weeks."

"Just callin' to let you know I won't be in again. Thanks, an' bye now."

As she hung up Theo's phone, McKayla smiled. She'd finally done it: she'd quit her awful big-city job. A career like that wasn't for her - she was more of a home-maker.

Now, she could stay with her man, and take care of him.

Speaking of which...

"Honey-buns?" she said, and Theo poked his head out from around the corner. "I know what we can play tonight."

"Play?"

"Aw sweet-cheeks, y'all is fun when you're confused. Y'know what I mean, in the bedroom."

"Oh yes?"

"Now that I don't have a job any more...-"

"McKayla, you quit your job? Jesus, I thought we...-"

"...we can do what you've always wanted to do."

There was a pause, and a bead of sweat appeared on Theo's face.

"What's that?"

McKayla leaned forward and whispered directly into her husband's ear. Boyfriend.

Boyfriend's ear. For now, anyway...

"We can get me nice and knocked up, like all the neighbors. Would you like that? How'd you like to see your sweet little Southern belle waddling around the house, a belly so big and swollen that I won't see my feet for 9 months."

"McKayla..."

"Hush now, sweetie-pie. You don't hafta do any of the talkin' here. I know what you like..."

She slapped her huge rear, enjoying the twitch of arousal that passed through her husband's body as she did.

"...an' I'm more'un happy to give it to ya."

Theo gulped as McKayla began waddling towards the bedroom, pausing only to get herself a glass of milk and honey from the fridge.

"Honey..."

"What's up, my big hunk o' man?"

"Get me one too?"

McKayla smiled.

"Anything you want, sugar."

###

"Do it," McKayla moaned. "Pump another pair of babies into me,."

Theo had long since stopped questioning his wife's urgent moanings. The fact that she was already pregnant didn't stop her from begging him to knock her up, and so he just went along with it.

"I'm gonna do it," he growled into her ear. "You're gonna be so preggers by the time I'm done with you..."

"Oh!" she moaned, and he could feel her cunt spasm around his cock as she came again.

He didn't know when his wife had stopped taking her birth control - one day, he'd come home to find her beaming (more than usual), a pregnancy test in one hand and a wedding invitation in the other.

It was to their wedding. She'd invited half the town...she'd just forgotten to wait for him to ask.

"Isn't it about time?" she'd cooed in his ear. "After all, we've been living in sin for so long..."

"It's only been two months," he'd replied.

"Oh really?" she'd pouted. "I guess I just feel like we've been here forever."

He knew that he should be mad at the way that McKayla was deciding their future without consulting him, but as soon as they got inside, her huge tits were in his face and she'd moved his hands to her ample ass.

"These are going to be so full of milk," she'd panted. "Oh lawd, Theo...our babies are gonna suck the milk right out of me. Can you feel your babies inside me? Can you feel them kicking? Please..."

Not after a month, Theo thought to himself, but he didn't waste the breath arguing with his girlfriend. Fiancée now, he supposed.

The wedding went off without a hitch - McKayla's baby bump was only just visible at that stage, but she made sure that her dress was designed to show it off as much as possible.

The whole day, she was fucking her husband-to-be with her eyes, and when he kissed her at the altar, it took all his self-control not to rip her white dress off and fuck her then and there, in front of their family and friends.

That night in the honeymoon suite of Scaphis Valley's only hotel, Theo felt like was about ready to explode when he finally got to strip her naked and run his hands over her body.

Her thick thighs, her meaty ass, her curves, her growing belly, her obsession with being his docile, demure, pregnant little wife...it was like she was a totally different woman to the McKayla he'd met just a few years earlier.

And now, six months on, she was so huge, so pregnant...and just as horny as the day she first came to visit. She was constantly threatening to burst out of her clothes - he wasn't sure if she bought the smallest size she could squeeze into, or if she was just outgrowing her clothes faster than she could buy them, but it was rare for her to wear anything that didn't firmly grip her ever-expanding hips, butt, boobs, or belly.

"I'm gonna cum," he moaned into her ear.

"Oh fuck, yes. Please mister, shoot that baby batter into me. Knock me up. I wanna be so pregnant...I wanna be so pregnant for you..."

He cupped her swollen breasts with one hand, and ran his hand over her enormous stomach with the other as he came, filling her with his potent seed.

Theo's wife moaned as he pulled out of her.

"Please..." she begged.

"More?" he asked.

"Yessss..." she hissed. "But first...

"Grab me a snack?"