Pregnancy Test Livestream: Humiliation Finale

Isaac tossed the pregnancy test onto the counter, the little plastic stick clattering next to his still-recording phone. The camera’s red light blinked ominously, capturing every humiliating detail of your cum-stuffed cunt and trembling body.

“Let’s see if you’re knocked up,” he sneered, grabbing your hips and yanking you back onto his cock. His shaft slid into your ruined hole with ease, the cum from earlier lubing the way, your cervix still slightly open and throbbing.

“Isaac,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as he bottomed out. “Please… not again…”

“Shut up,” he growled, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “You wanted this. Now sell it.”

He thrust into you with brutal precision, his cockhead battering your womb, as he held the pregnancy test in front of the camera. “Watch closely, boys,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “This slut’s about to find out if she’s carrying my kid.”

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The Livestream Fuck

Isaac’s cock pistoned your cunt, the sound of wet slaps echoing through the bathroom. Your breasts bounced wildly, nipples scraping the counter, as he fucked you with relentless ****. The pregnancy test dangled from his fingers, the tip brushing your clit with every thrust, the sensation sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through you.

“Scream,” he demanded, slapping your ass again. “Let them hear how much you love your brother’s cock.”

You obeyed, your cries echoing off the tiles, your cunt clenching around him as another orgasm ripped through you. Isaac’s free hand groped your stomach, pressing down to feel his cock bulging inside you. “Fuck—I can feel my tip punching your womb,” he grunted. “Gonna paint it white… again.”

The pressure built, your body betraying you. Your cunt clamped down, milking him, your cervix suctioning his cockhead like a greedy mouth. Isaac’s roar shook the room as he came, his cum erupting in hot, sticky jets directly into your womb. You screamed, your own orgasm ripping through you, your clit pulsing as urine sprayed the counter—a humiliating squirt that left you trembling.

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The Pregnancy Test

Isaac pulled out, his cum gushing from your ruined hole, pooling on the floor beneath you. He grabbed the pregnancy test and shoved it into your leaking cunt, the camera zooming in as he held it up to the light.

The timer ticked down—one minute left.

The comments flooded in:

• “She’s totally pregnant!”

• “Breed her again to be sure!”

• “What a slut—I’d tap that!”

Isaac smirked, his cock already hardening again. “Looks like we’ve got a winner,” he said, holding up the test. Two pink lines glowed in the harsh light.

“No,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face. “It’s too soon… it can’t be…”

“Too bad,” Isaac sneered, shoving you onto your back and spreading your legs. “Time to make it official.”

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The Final Breeding

Isaac’s cock speared your cum-stuffed cunt, the stretch brutal, your cervix battered by his thrusts. The curse wanted this—your body burned, your walls fluttering, greedily milking his shaft.

“Gonna cum,” Isaac warned, his voice a feral snarl. “Gonna flood that slutty womb.”

“Yes!” you screamed, your orgasm detonating. Your cunt spasmed, sucking him deeper, as Isaac’s cock swelled. Hot ropes of cum erupted inside you, painting your cervix, his seed spilling into your fertile depths. You collapsed against him, his knotting pulse locking you together, ensuring every drop stayed lodged inside.

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The Aftermath

Isaac’s cum leaked from your battered hole, pooling beneath you on the floor. Your stomach bulged faintly, bloated and full, the curse’s timer now a taunting 25 hours left. Isaac traced your stomach, his smirk dark. “Hope you like stretch marks, mommy.”

The livestream ended with a final comment: “Congrats, bro—you’re a dad!”