*Ryan's perspective

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, phone still in my hand, the glow of Sue’s last message burning into my eyes.

Sue: Yes.

Just one word. But it hit like a fucking truck.

She was going to pretend to be pregnant for me.

Tomorrow.

I’d asked her — straight up — if we could start the “practice” with her roleplaying as a pregnant woman, and she’d said yes without hesitation. My best mate’s girlfriend. The same woman who’d set me up with Lisa in the first place. She was going to let me flirt with her, practice on her, while she pretended to have a big, round belly and swollen tits and all the rest of it.

And she wanted every detail afterward when I actually fucked someone.

I was so hard it hurt.

I dropped the phone onto the bedside table and rolled onto my back, one arm over my eyes. Sleep was a joke. My brain wouldn’t shut up.

Every time I closed my eyes I saw Lisa.

That massive, tight belly straining against the black dress. The way it had felt under my hands while I was buried inside her. The way she’d looked at me when she said she wanted me to put another one in her in a few months. The wet sound of my cock sliding into her while she tried to talk normally to her husband on the phone.

Then the images shifted.

Sue’s voice on the call. That low, careful tone when she offered to roleplay. The way she’d said she wanted to hear exactly how it felt when I fucked pregnant women. The little catch in her breath when I admitted I couldn’t wait a few months.

And now she was going to let me practice on her.

I groaned and shoved my hand into my boxers. My cock was already leaking. I stroked slowly, trying to take the edge off, but it only made it worse. Because now I was imagining Sue with a fake belly. Or maybe no fake belly at all — just her trim body, and me telling her what I’d do if she was pregnant. How I’d touch her. How I’d fuck her. How I’d talk to her.

Would she let me touch her stomach while we practiced? Would she let me say the filthy shit I wanted to say to pregnant women?

Would she get wet from it?

I stroked faster, biting back a moan.

This was insane. Malc was my best friend. Sue was his. And here I was, jerking off in the dark because his girlfriend had just agreed to help me learn how to pick up and fuck other pregnant women… and roleplay one herself.

I should have felt guilty.

Instead I was so turned on I could barely think straight.

My phone buzzed again.

I grabbed it with my free hand, still slowly stroking myself with the other.

Sue: One more thing before you try to sleep.

Sue: When we practice tomorrow… don’t hold back. I want to know exactly what you’d say. Exactly how you’d touch. Exactly what you want to do to a pregnant woman.

Sue: I need to know what I’m helping you with.

I stared at the messages, cock throbbing in my fist.

She wasn’t just offering to coach me.

She was offering to feed this thing that had taken over my head.

I typed back with one hand, not even trying to hide how worked up I was.

Me: I won’t hold back.

Me: But fair warning — I’m probably going to be hard the entire time.

The three dots appeared almost immediately.

Sue: Good.

Sue: Then we’ll both know if it’s working.

I dropped the phone again and let out a shaky breath, still slowly jerking myself under the covers.

Sleep was never going to happen.

Not tonight.

Not with Lisa’s voice in my head telling me she wanted another baby from me.

Not with Sue’s voice offering to let me practice on her while she pretended to be pregnant.

Not with the knowledge that in a few short months Lisa was going to call me and expect me to fuck another baby into her.

I was in way too deep already.

And I didn’t want to climb out.