Reluctantly obey

You consider making a run for it. However, that idea is shot down as quick as it came. How is a pregnant and slightly drunk girl such as yourself supposed to outrun a guy several inches taller?

Resisting the urge to cry in face of your situation, you decide there's no use in not paying the price for trusting a complete stranger. After you take off your shoes, your slim hands go to your waist and pull down the black sweatpants. The thick fabric falls down gracelessly, revealing your legs and hairless skin to him.

You see Nathan raise an eyebrow at your choice of underwear. As a guy, you'd be suspicious too if a girl chose to wear male underwear underneath, but you feel that the state of your abdomen is enough to dispell any confusion about your gender.

Exhaling, you begin to take off your oversized jersey. You feel the air against your bare pregnant tummy and on your exposed cleavage.

The way Nathan is hungrily looking at you makes you sick. You instantly regret objectifying girls when you were a dude yourself. You pledge to treat women with more respect if... you mean, when you turn back to normal.

"My, my, my." Your ears hear him say. "I see how such a pretty girl like you would get knocked up so early. The guy who put it in you must be so lucky."

Despite knowing full well that this wasn't originally the way the conception of the child inside you happened, you conjure up the image of some random kid from highschool slamming your behind whilst you're on all fours. You shake your head at the obscene thought, feeling a sudden warmth inside you.

"I'm sure you must've been quite something then." You are brought back by the guy's voice. The way he talks to you is demeaning and you find yourself questioning your confidence. "Don't worry, I think you're still sexy." He says as he places one of his hands on top of your bloated stomach.

Is that relief you feel in your chest?

Before you can answer this question and explain why you'd give a damn if the guy thought you were sexy or not, you're surprised when Nathan pulls you towards him and then snaps off your bra. You give a little yelp as you helplessly watch the small paddings fall off, revealing your dark swollen nipples for a split second before you cover them with your arms. It also surprises you how much boob you got. Some of it rebelliously trying to escape your concealment.

The guy only chuckles at your reaction. "So shy!" He exclaims before whispering in your ear. "Don't worry, I know how to be gentle." Bringing you, he sits on the edge of the bed and then pulls you onto his lap.

It feels like when your parents used to take you to the mall to sit on Santa's lap during Christmas. But you didn't use to be a girl then, and Santa didn't fondle with your breasts. The sensation is incredibly strange and foreign to you, though your bosom seems to greatly appreciate not being constricted by the small bra you were wearing as much as it seems to appreciate your molester's touch. You tell yourself to endure it. The quicker that guy is done with you, the quicker you'll be left alone.

A hiss escapes your mouth when he pinches one of your nipples. Is that how sensitive these things can actually feel? Your discovery brings an equally strange sensation between your legs. Your reaction only seems to encourage him though, as the man starts playing with your tits more roughly. As the twisting, pinching and fondling grows more intense, so too the challenge of keeping your voice in. You feel his humping on your ass, the fabric of your boxers and his jeans as the only barrier between your pussy and the hard thing you're sure is supposed to be his dick.

You sense a wetness starting to form between your legs. You hope it's only some pee you didn't know you were holding in.

But another sensation keeps you from concentrating on what's happening around your crotch. You look down at your tits and see a white liquid leaking from your nipples. This time you're not able to hold back the tears.

Something about helplessly watching milk coming out of your breasts, breasts that you're not even supposed to have in the first place, completely demoralises you. You don't want to be a pregnant teenager anymore, you want your life as a guy back.

"Oh, why are you crying?" You Nathan ask, oblivious to your situation. "You're about to feel good, don't worry."

After that, he starts kissing you on the neck. You want him to stop, but you have no idea what to do. Before you notice, he's laying you on the bed. You try to get up and out of there but the guy suddenly pulls your hips and the weight on your stomach prevents you from reacting.

He lifts up your legs and takes off your last piece of clothing. When your eyes catch the small icky string that goes from your sex to the black underwear, you realize that the wet feeling from before wasn't pee. It was pussyjuice.

You are wet with milk and pussyjuice too.

Your ears pick up the sound of Nathan unbuttoning his pants. You know where this is going next.

As if finally having the balls to say something (figuratively of course), you try to plead him to stop. "I-I don't want to mrghhh-"

You're interrupted and shocked when Nathan stuffs your mouth with your own boxers. "Sorry, but you're much better this way."

Before you can do anything else, he immobilizes both your wrists above your head with a single hand. Your eyes widen as you feel something hard against your crotch.