36 weeks later

They are coming… Gloria’s app notified her this morning. The child growing in you was ready to come out. “The Child” as in the Futa daughter you never dreamed of existing. The daughter Gloria didn’t think possible. Gloria grunted from the effort of stuffing her cock into you. You were on your side, one leg folded in the other stretched upward as a grip for the muscled mama, plowing you. This was the only position you could be comfortable in for the past few months. Your pregnant belly used to be a sign that your lover was close to draining her balls completely. But now it turned your mother on 24/7, and frankly the child within had your need to be bred turned up to 11.

Gloria was gentle though, it’d been a long time since the aggressive sex you two shared. Now she always kept it gentle to ensure the baby and the device remained safe. The slower more loving sex was amazing. You couldn’t lose feeling and so as Gloria’s magnificent detailed cock lurched in and out of you, every bump and vein rippled through your over sensitive ring. Even now you were cumming excessively on the bed. Gloria had her left leg up on the bed as her body slowly lifted and sunk her pleasure giving girl dick into your waiting pussy. Never once did she avoid making love over the past 9 months. Every morning it seemed like she wanted to keep her girl cum feeding you and the child to be as virile and strong as possible. Even though it made no sense you enjoyed your regular diet of sperm from both ends. You’d never tire of it. Gloria was your home.

Gloria slipped her tongue into your mouth and sucked hard. Pushing herself in balls deep her cock erupted inside you. The satisfying warmth slid in and up your colon. You lovingly held her tight as she lightly humped your now wide and bouncy ass. Each of you cooing and moaning in pleasure. After a few minutes she dismounted and her cock popped out of your ring. The shape of her had a permanent memory in your backside. Likely forever, Mama offered her hand. You took it as you both made your way down to the door. Gloria carried you like a baby and the Church vehicle was already out front.

Time to become a parent….

It was a week later…

The process had been, life changing. The church had you numbed to perfection and you could watch the whole thing. When they pulled the child from your body, you saw her in all her glory. Wonderful blonde hair and she wasn’t even crying. Just smiling at everyone. The doctors handed her to Gloria first who immediately came to your side to show you what the two of you had made. It was only a minute or two until they took her. You didn’t see her again until later that day after she was given a clean bill of health.

When they brought the child in they asked for her name. Gloria and you had thought hard on the matter and settled on Glory. True happiness was yours.

4 years later…

Glory and Dora were playing with the goats. You were doing chores with Gloria. Gloria was moving hay bales as you swept up the horse stalls. You had been discussing school for the girls, Gloria was fine with public schools, you had just asked if maybe homeschooling made sense since the girls could face some bullying because of the still controversial method they were born. But as the discussion went on you saw Gloria wheezing and when she lifted a bale she suddenly collapsed.

She had a heart attack, after surgery and months of recovery she came home. But she was never the same. You took on more duties at the farm, You both used whatever you had left to help raise the girls. You were happy but she couldn’t be the sex god she was. Her heart just couldn’t handle it. At night you’d love to suck down her mast and service her. She’d sometimes lament that you had to take care of everyone now. But it didn’t matter, this was a great life you still had.

Glory was 13 now, Dora 12, The three of you had gone to town. The girls got on tremendously well but both were on the precipice of puberty. You were scared, Meg had a violent streak in her that you hoped missed your daughters. You thought of their mother Gloria. She had passed 4 years ago. It still didn’t seem real. Your savior, the strongest person you ever met, succumbed to another heart attack. It still hurt. SO much of life lately had been memories missed, times you wished Gloria had seen. With men becoming the vessels for childbearing a lot of the futas had grown closer to the male species, a modicum of respect was developing and everyday you felt more equal in the world.

But it didn’t mean as much without her.

“Daddy! Daddy! Can we get ice cream!?”

“Yes Daddy ICE CREAM PLEAAAASE!”

You smiled and nodded. Of course they could have ice cream, they’d have everything you could give. Gloria left you the farm. Delia moved in shortly after to help with the girls and… well she was a nice distraction from your pain. Still friends you enjoyed her chocolate fuck stick still. Despite her age she could go for hours. You in your mid 20’s now still looked quite cute in your dresses and short shorts.

*DING DING*

The chime from the ice cream parlor went off as you entered with the girls. It was quiet and just Trina was there looking bored. You locked eyes with her and she sprung up straight and smiled. The young lady had worked here a long time. She saw the girls grow up.

“D-Doug! Hi girls, what will you have today!?”

“Banana Split, Daddy’s favorite!” Glory declared!

“I want chocolate fudge!” Dora added.

“Whatever they want.” You said finally.

Trina smiled at you wide, “And what do you want?”

You swallowed hard, Trina wasn’t being subtle. She had grown into quite the athlete and had been nothing but amazing with the girls and nothing but near aggressive with you since Gloria passed. You had managed to stave her off for a long time.

“I want… a vanilla milkshake please.”

“Salted caramel?” Trina said with a sick smirk.

“Uh no thanks.” You said looking down.

She didn’t respond but started preparing the items. As she worked you noticed she had yoga pants on, they left nothing to the imagination. Her ass looked like a gymnast’s and her bulge was huge. The girls came first, always. But the bed had been lonely lately. As Trina worked the bananas into the dish and skillfully plated your girls’ treat, you wondered if it was finally time. Maybe Trina could be something new to enjoy, she never seemed to find a male she liked. Trina then started your milk shake. Once done she took a refrigerated carbonizer canister out of the fridge and put the whip cream on top. As she brought your items to the counter, the girls erupted in cheering as they took the split to a table and began enjoying it and talking about the boys they liked at school. You grabbed the shake and Trina had kept her hand on it. As your hands touched you saw it in her eyes. Something took you,

“So, I was thinking-”

“Thinking about what?”

“I-I was thinking Trina, you’re an amazing person, would you like to go out some time?”

Trina kept her eyes on you but seemed to ponder the question.

“I prefer… to do the asking out, little guy.”

“Oh well guess my mistake then.”

She gripped your wrist, somewhat forcefully.

“Not a big mistake, actually I think you can make up for it. I have a special ice cream flavor that I need your opinion on.”

You may have been that dumb before but now, you could see her logic.

“Uh sure-”

“Here come to the back, your girls will be fine.”

She dragged you around the counter top towards the back. You said you’d be right back, the girls turned but then went back to gossiping. Once in the stock room, Trina grabbed you and embraced you in a kiss. She had always been taller but her work shoes had heels making you only come up to her chin. Her kiss was aggressive but gentle too. You eagerly went to your knees.

Trina slid her pants down revealing a drooling prick, smooth and hairless. Trina’s wide plushy hips swayed to allow her lewd dick and balls to gyrate slowly. You quickly took her 14 inches in and worked hard to impress. Delia’s geratric dick had kept your throat strong but pliable Trina cooed as her balls felt your chin. You looked up at her angular face and her soft black hair. Her smile was genuine and you could feel her passion in her hips as she confidently slid her length in and out of you. She tasted of sweat and smelled a bit of vanilla. You never finished your milkshake that day. You took the salted caramel straight from the source. As her balls vibrated in your hands and her she sludge flowed into your throat, you were grateful to find someone else, someone new.

Trina would prove to be a great companion, both of you were equals except for sex. She made your world whole again and the girls made your world even better. Gloria had saved you, You hoped you had saved her. Now you had to be the best person you could be for your family. Inside and out.

-The End