Explosive Pregnancy

Inside his heart, there was no room for hatred, pride, or dignity... only pleasure!

Sam trembled uncontrollably as uncontrollable jets erupted from his cave, his mind shutting down as he was drowned by a torrent of endorphins that destroyed every single neuron.

The fluids entering his mouth tasted like the most divine thing he had ever experienced, atrophying his taste buds to such a degree that the taste of machismo and testosterone would be etched into his subconscious for life.

Ted, on the other hand, felt like the purest god. He had spent countless nights imagining having the arrogant president like this, with her own handjob, beneath him, submitting to his whims like a sex doll.

Things could only get better when Sam began to reciprocate, clasping his hands behind his neck and, with great effort, crossing his legs around the fat man's back. She had accepted him as her rightful owner; she hadn't said it yet, but her sensual body had long since succumbed to Adonyx's pheromones.

And when he pulled away from her, it couldn't have been clearer. There was no trace left of that proud gaze of yesteryear. This time, Samantha Silva's wide eyes, brimming with tears—her vision must have been so obstructed—shone with devotion the moment they saw the face of the man they had once hated with a passion.

"Hmm... you fat piece of shit... I... I beg you... I... I want to..." Sam's words mingled with gasps.

There was no doubt in the obese man's mind about his power over the president, though he couldn't resist continuing the game a little longer.

“Hehehe… let me guess, you want me to get off you? To leave your pretty room? To disappear from your life forever?… That’s what you want, HOT BICH PRESIDENT!”

Samantha frantically shook her head in denial, a few tears escaping her eyes.

“NOOOOO!” she screamed, her voice filled with panic. “Stay here… I… I want… I want… I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME, DAMMIT!”

Instead of showing any enthusiasm, Ted remained indifferent, as if he’d been asked for the time. This only made the young woman look confused.

“Didn’t you hear me, you idiot? I want… you to put your dick in me,” she said this time, as if she were speaking to a servant.

This time he did react, but it was with hatred. All the hatred he had accumulated for years toward her was clearly visible in his pupils.

"Do you think it'll be that easy? That with one order from you I have to fall in line... Not a chance, you conceited girl! If you want anything from me, you'll have to beg properly."

The last vestiges of the old Samantha made her growl, a sound that was replaced in the blink of an eye by her uncontrollable desire to submit to him. Embers of a will useless for the life that awaited her, a life of slavery and pleasure.

“Bend me, Master,” she said now in the voice of a repentant girl, “claim what you have so longed for, use that powerful cock to conquer my cunt and heart… erase my old beliefs and replace them with your authority… I beg you, turn this stupid girl into your most loyal whore.”

Ted responded with a diabolical laugh worthy of a movie villain, his satisfaction and triumph evident in that resounding laughter that must have been heard for blocks.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… HORNY AND DEFEATED AT MY FEET… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… OH HOW I DREAMED OF HAVING YOU LIKE THIS… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… GET READY, WHORE, IT’S TIME TO CLAIM MY PLACE IN THAT NAUGHTY CUNT.”

In body and mind, Samantha was more than ready. She relaxed her muscles, eliminating any trace of resistance. Her vaginal walls secreted three times more fluid than normal, and she prepared her throat for the screams that were to come.

An aroused Ted positioned his cock at her entrance. He felt how lubricated she was, the tip practically sliding in on its own. He looked into her eyes, wanting to see the exact moment her will broke, to see when she fell completely in love with his body.

“Make me yours, Master, give me… AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Before she could finish the sentence, Ted thrust in without hesitation. Thanks to her wetness, the obese man's member pierced Sam's insides as if it were butter, hitting her cervix.

She watched as the president's eyes rolled back, her distorted smile spreading across her face, her tongue lolling and drooling all over the bed.

In that instant, the transformation inside Sam was complete. Every neuron was invaded by trillions of new nerve signals, erasing, creating, and rewriting her brain to eliminate any trace of her past and installing the guidelines for the rest of her existence.

Submission, obedience, love, and lust would be the chains that bound her to that magnificent specimen, that male who had conquered her.

“YOU’RE FINALLY MINE, YOU DAMN WHORE, MINE FOREVER… TELL ME YOU’RE MINE, YOU WHORE.”

Despite her head being drunk with pleasure, the need to respond to her master was more important.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… I’M YOURS… YES… YOURS… TODAY, TOMORROW, AND FOREVER I WILL BE YOURS… AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Triumphant, Ted did nothing but begin his frenzied onslaught, using his greasy body to intensify his thrusts. He moved over her with the brutality of a gorilla; there was no gentleness or tenderness. Ted simply thrust in and out violently.

The thrusts made the bed creak like a pile of splinters as the mattress scraped against the floor. The climactic moment was near; both of them were preparing their bodies for the imminent climax.

“GRRRR.... I'M CLOSE.....GRRRR.... I'M GOING TO FILL YOUR BELLY WITH MY SEED.... YOU'RE GOING TO GET PREGNANT!”

“AHHHHHHHHHHH....OH MY MAN....MY MASTER...OHHHHH...LET IT GO...LET IT GO RIGHT NOW... FILL ME, FILL ME WITH ALL YOUR BABY JUICE...AHHHHH....IMPREGNATE THIS SPOILED BITCH....AYYYY....AYYY... OH HOW I LONG TO HAVE YOUR KITTENS INSIDE MY BELLY...YES..YES..... MAKE ME THE MOTHER OF YOUR CHILDREN!”

One last thrust caused the bed to finally collapse, splitting in half, but all Ted could do was... What mattered was getting a baby into that place. Liters of that white, sticky substance were released inside Sam with enough force to inflate her belly.

“GET PREGNANT!”

“I’M GOING TO BE A MOM! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS… AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

The president could feel it like trillions of sperm were blasting through her at the speed of sound, finding their target—newly created eggs waiting to be inseminated—without any obstacle. Unleashing the bombardment in a matter of nanoseconds, no part of the eggs would be left untouched by the sperm.

Until one of them triumphed!

A tug somewhere in her uterus would tell her the inevitable: she had been inseminated. She would be a mother; she didn't know the sex or the number of children. What she was sure of was that she would love them more than her own life because they would belong to the man who was her life... Ted Thompson.

The end of Ted and Sam's story.

Note: While this is where Ted's story ends, I still plan to continue the stories of his friends.

They will be independent arcs, though some will also be continuations of this storyline. Thank you for reading.