Until baby is born

Everyday Garret visits you, you have your routine.

He starts by kissing and carressing your entire body, especially your bump.

He feeds you high calorie, nutrient dense foods, and while he is away he has an NG tube continuously pumping formula into you. He gives you a sponge bath, tenderly tending to your tushy and tummy in tandem. He rubs you down in lotions and oils to keep your skin pliant and smooth; stretch mark free he says.

He switches out your clamps for weighted ones, more weight every visit. He changes out your urethral sound for a bigger one every visit, and pumps the inflatable in your twat at least once per visit. He brushes your teeth and if you try to scream he will pump the inflatable again. He has already had to switch to a bigger inflatable once. He then fucks your throat until he comes. Sometimes he comes on your tits and belly then rubs it in like lotion.

He takes out one limb at a time to do range-of-motion exercises. He paints your nails "whore" red and puts lipstick on your stretched mouth to smear as he fucks it.

Garret gives you two enemas daily and puts a catheter in to drain your bladder. Your belly has gotten huge and your hips have spread obscenely. You dont want to know how fat your ass has gotten. He over feeds you because he wants you plump everywhere.

Your back is aching constantly now; shooting pains in your belly as well. You moan around your gag in pain. You think your in labor. It goes on for 8 hours until Garret shows up to put you out of your misery.

"Oh my gosh baby, your having our baby," the idiot recognizes, hastily removing the inflated plug from your birth canal with a plop.

Garret whistled in appreciation, pulling out a mirror to show you the damage. Your poor ass was a pussy. It had thick lips hanging down heavily, looking like it sagged in exhaustion and caved in on itself. A sudden gush of backed up birth fluids flood out onto the disposable bedpad that he had placed under you this morning. Your pussy quivers and contracts. Garret puts on gloves and runs his fingers around the floppy rim of your ruined quim as you have another contraction. You groan in pain and he decides to take the gag out for the birth. Your unused voice and the pain disuades you from telling him off. Suddenly you feel the urge to push, so you do, getting red in the face and sweating profusely as Garret encourages you. After much pain and effort, your baby is almost crowning. Pushing through the ring of fire, the head comes out and you tear a bit. The shoulders are the hard too and they get stuck a bit, more tearing then your baby is born.

"This isnt right," Garret looks puzzled down at the still attached baby he is cleaning. You peer as best you can, still tied up, and notice a dark haired, dusky hued baby boy. "He should have red hair, like me," Garret fumes, placing the squalling infant on your chest to try to root around for your swollen nipple on his own.

Frightened, "Coloring can change," your rusty voice cracks. Garret steps towards you, looming over you and the baby ominously as the basement door flings open and shouts are heard.