Side story of the bedroom

After dinner, you make your way upstairs, your heavy belly making each step a effort. Your father is waiting in the bedroom, already undressed, his cock hard and ready.

"There's my beautiful wife," he says, reaching for you. "Come to Daddy."

You let him pull you onto the bed, his hands immediately finding your swollen belly, then sliding down to cup your breasts, heavy with milk.

"You're so full," he murmurs. "So ripe."

"I'm ready for you, Daddy," you say, spreading your legs as he settles between them.

"Always ready." He enters you slowly, his cock sliding into your wet pussy with practiced ease. You're so used to this now, to being filled by him, that your body opens for him without resistance.

"That's it," he groans. "Take all of me."

"Yes, Daddy," you gasp as he bottoms out inside you. "Fill me up."

He fucks you slowly at first, savoring the feeling of your pregnant body beneath him, then gradually increases his pace.

"You've been such a good childbearing wife, Stacy," he says between thrusts. "Always pregnant, always ready for me."

"I love being yours, Daddy," you moan. "I love carrying your babies." He drives into you harder, his cock hitting your cervix with each thrust.

"You're going to keep having my babies," he says. "As many as I want to put in you."

"Yes," you cry out. "Fill me again. Even though I'm already pregnant, I want to feel you cum inside me." He thrusts faster, his breathing ragged.

"You're mine, Stacy. All mine."

"All yours," you agree, your body trembling with pleasure.

"Now and forever." He buries himself deep inside you and cums, his hot seed flooding your already-pregnant womb. You climax with him, your pussy clenching around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

"Good girl," he says, holding himself inside you.

"Keep it all in." "Yes, Daddy," you whisper, feeling his cum seeping into you, mixing with your own juices. When he finally pulls out, he rolls you onto your side and spoons against you, his cock still semi-hard against your ass.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to this family," he murmurs in your ear.

"The curse was a blessing."

"I know, Daddy," you say. "I know."

Downstairs, you can hear Gwen putting the children to bed while your mother cleans up the kitchen. This is your life now—pregnant, bred, owned. And you wouldn't have it any other way.