Public Announcement: Family Reveal

Isaac’s hand clamped around your wrist, dragging you out of the bathroom and down the hallway. Your cum-stuffed cunt leaked with every step, his seed trickling down your thighs, staining the carpet. The pregnancy test dangled from his other hand, the two pink lines glowing like a neon sign of your shame.

“Time to make it official,” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

You stumbled behind him, your legs trembling, your stomach faintly distended from his relentless breeding. The curse’s timer pulsed—25 hours left—but your body no longer cared. Your womb ached, bloated and full, your cervix still slightly open as if begging for more.

The dining room was alive with chatter as Isaac shoved you through the door. Your parents sat at the head of the table, their faces lighting up with surprise. Your sister, Gwen, smirked from her seat, her eyes narrowing as she took in your disheveled state.

“Isaac!” your mother exclaimed, standing up. “What’s going on? And who’s this… young lady?”

Isaac’s grip tightened on your wrist as he pulled you to the center of the room. “Mom, Dad,” he said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness (lol, he smirks to me showing it is probably game). “Meet your possible future daughter-in-law . ”

Your father’s fork clattered onto his plate. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Isaac held up the pregnancy test, the two pink lines unmistakable. “She’s pregnant. With my kid.”

The room erupted.

The Family Dinner

Your mother’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. Your father’s face turned beet red, his fists clenching on the table. Gwen leaned back in her chair, her smirk widening as she crossed her arms.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” your father growled, standing up. “Isaac, what the hell is wrong with you?”

Isaac shrugged, his free hand sliding down to grope your belly. “What can I say? She’s irresistible.”

Your mother’s eyes narrowed as she stepped closer, her gaze flicking between you and Isaac. “Who is she?”

Isaac’s grin turned feral. “Oh, you know her. She’s been part of the family for years.”

Your heart pounded as his fingers dug into your stomach, his thumb brushing the faint bulge. The curse roared in your veins, your cunt clenching reflexively, another trickle of cum seeping out and dripping onto the floor.

“Isaac,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Please… don’t…”

He ignored you, his hand sliding lower, under your skirt, his fingers brushing your soaked folds. “See for yourself,” he said, his voice dark. “She’s perfect for breeding.”

Your mother’s face paled as she realized the truth. “Oh my God… no.”

The Public Humiliation

Isaac shoved you onto the table, your back hitting the wood with a loud thud. Plates and silverware clattered to the floor as he hiked up your skirt, exposing your cum-stuffed cunt to the entire family. Your father roared, lunging forward, but Gwen held him back, her smirk never wavering.

“Relax, Dad,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “It’s not like she’s really your daughter anymore.”

Isaac’s cock was already hard again, his shaft glistening with your shared fluids as he lined up with your gaping hole. “Watch closely,” he sneered, his eyes locking with your father’s. “This is how you make a real family.”

He slammed into you, 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 the table, his knotting pulse locking you together, ensuring every drop stayed lodged inside.

The Aftermath

Isaac pulled out, his cum gushing from your ruined hole, pooling on the table beneath you. Your stomach bulged faintly, bloated and full, the curse’s timer now a taunting 24 hours left.

Your father collapsed into his chair, his face ashen. Your mother sobbed into her hands. Gwen just smirked, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

“Congratulations,” she said, raising her glass. “You’re officially the family slut.”