Nathan comes back home

Watching TV in your new and clean shirt, the rest of your morning passes without a whole lot going on. Other than the place and form you find yourself in, it's not too far off how you would spend your usual sunday mornings as you sit on your ass with your legs spread like the true slob that you are. You suppose there's not much use in getting worked up about thinking where you should start searching for Zoe whilst you still have this baby bump in your way.

But a reason for you to get stressed soon comes through the door.

Your pressure drops when your hear the man arriving home. You look towards the figure and instantly recognize the features of the man that **** you last night. You sit straight and pull down your shirt over your exposed belly. Even though it's slightly less comfortable, you are way more inclined to not show that guy anything.

"Huh, you're awake then?" He says as if finally taking notice of your presence in the living room.

You simply nod in silence. Your skin crawls when he gets near you and you resist the urge of pushing him away. But being confrontational whilst having this current body might not be too wise, you figure. And you still kinda need a place to stay for the moment. So you suck up tolerating his presence, even though you really don't want to have any other interaction with him... sexual or not. You scoot over trying to get farther from him. He looks at you for a brief moment before turning his attention to the TV and grabbing the remote you've left next to where you were just sitting. From what you gather from his reaction, he doesn't seem to care what you do.

You sigh internally in a bit of relief as you turn to watch whatever channel it was that he was flipping to.

But just when you begin to relax, the guy next to you notices the empty plastic bag you forgot to throw away and asks with a not so friendly tone.

"Is that my fucking chips?" He points at it.

"I was hungry." You simply tell him, trying to make it sound as if it wasn't a big deal.

"And that makes you think you can help yourself out with whatever's under this roof!?" Nathan yells at you, making you recoil in fear.

"O-okay geez, I'll just go to the grocery store buy another one." You stutter and try to reason, svared and not too happy that you will have to spend some of the limited money you have with you.

"Ugh, forget it. I'll just add it to your rent."

Your eyes widen at what Nathan has just said.

"Wait, what? What do you mean by 'rent'?" You ask in your bratty voice.

"Hah, you think I'm letting some pregnant little slut like you freeload off of me?" He explains to you, or, as described, the lpregnant little slut, whilst flipping through some channels before turning to you with a lusty smirk. "Don't worry though, I'm quite... generous with the method of payment."

You feel a shiver go down your spine as you realize just what kind of payment he'd be willing to receive.

"Forget about it, you'll get your cash." You grunt at him, making him know that you're not his bitch despite the fact that he's been inside you once already.

"Whatever you say." He says nonchalantly before managing to find another way to humiliate you. "Now go make me a sandwich."

You look at him for a second time, thinking of some nasty things you want to tell him. Again, you show an expert amount of restraint as, instead of telling him to fuck off, you get up from the sofa and make your way to the kitchen.

As the sound of the TV goes on from the living room, you grab the bread and some other stuff from the old looking fridge. With this damn baby bump gettimg in the way of your task, you wonder how much more humiliating could things get. You don't even know how to do things in the kitchen properly, and now here you are learning yet another skill typical of a woman. You mutter some curses under your breath as you slice the bread. You try your best to replicate what your mother did when she prepared snacks for you as a child.

Once your culinary creation is complete, you bring the plate to Nathan and he starts to munch down on your sandwich.

"You call that a fucking sandwich, bitch? Fucking drier than your mom's pussy." You roll your eyes at the unnecessary comment, not failing to notice that that doesn't stop him from eating.

You leave before he can finish though, locking yourself inside your decrepit room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed you bring your hand to your pregnant belly and start rubbing it, wondering how long you'll have to endure this before finally delivering.