The Neighbor (Comm)
 
 
 
"It was incredibly kind of Miss Grandon to welcome us with a homemade lasagna, don't you think, sweetie?" Thabita Jones suddenly broke the silence while cuddling with her husband.
 
"Huh? What?" Sebastian Jones asked between kisses. "What did you say?"
 
"I was talking about how nice Miss Grandon was the other day."
 
"Oh, right, that. Well, it was a polite gesture. She is our next-door neighbor after all," Sebastian shrugged. "You might call me superstitious darling, but I don't like her. No, not one bit."
 
"Why, dear?" The wife inquired. "She seemed to me the sweetest, most docile of creatures!"
 
"I can't exactly explain. She just seemed off, like something out of place or out of time. My dear old granny, she was Italian as you probably remember, would have said that she has what in that distant European peninsula people call the 'Evil Eye'. You might laugh at me, darling," Sebastian blushed at his wife's amused reaction. "But don't you think that it's strange for a woman like her to live all alone? Haven't she got a husband, boyfriend, children?"
 
"Do you think Miss Grandon is attractive, Sebastian?" Thabita asked in a teasing tone. She was perhaps one of the least jealous women to ever live, so when she asked her husband this type of question it was completely devoid of suspicion or anger, but rather just one of the many ways she found to toy with her uptight, goody-two-shoes of a partner and what he blushes.
 
This he did, for not only was Miss Grandon indeed quite voluptuous, but she also had stared at him during the entirety of her visit to the Joneses. Her eyes, indeed strange and a little bit frightening to the Puritan-like Sebastian seemed to laugh at him with saucy delight, filled with malice and wicked passions. But a quick look at his wife's body, her thick thighs, her absolutely massive tits and her impeccableable face made him question if he was even able to find beauty in other women when he was married to such a goddess.
 
"She's no ugly hag but compared to you darling, she's nothing," Sebastian said passionately, then kissed his wife who giggled with satisfaction at his words, for she was a vain woman who loved being worshipped so.
 
"Oh Sebastian, you're still such a gentleman!" She laughed, caressing his hair.
 
"Speaking of our neighbor's lasagna though, was it any good?" The man changed the subject. "You see, I didn't get a chance to get a taste myself..."
 
"It was delicious. Sorry for eating it all by myself sweetie, but do consider the fact that I'm eating for two," She said, gently patting her small baby bump, then leaned closer to her husband and whispered in his ear. "Besides, that type of food goes straight to my ass. Don't you like it when it gets fatter?~"
 
To aid in her point, Thabita turned around, pointing her massive fat ass in her husband's direction. Each cheek was easily larger than his head and Sebastian blessed his stars for even landing such a babe as his wife.
 
They had met at an event (Thabita was a model) and landed it right away. It turned out she had a thing for nice, down-to-earth guys and he, although of course hypnotized by her physical attractiveness, was delighted to discover an adorable woman behind the pretty face and killer rack. They dated for a few months then married as soon as possible, being completely in love with one another. A night of over-drinking and boom, Sebastian went wild on Thabita and knocked her up nice and good.
 
Rather than being dismayed by this unplanned turn of events, husband and wife were beyond themselves with happiness. Both had always wanted children and thought that having it happen naturally like this was way better than planning it too much and getting all stressed with the possibility of failure. Thabita was very close to becoming a big name in the world of modeling but decided to take a break from all the glamour and the flashing cameras to focus on the future of her family.
 
Sebastian had a good job, he had actually just been promoted to manager in his company and so was able to buy a nice, spacious house in a sleepy, high-middle-class neighborhood for himself and his wife and, most importantly, for the future little Jones or Joneses who would fill its corridors and lawn with laughter and pleasant mischief.
 
Miss Grandon, or Donna Grandon was their next-door neighbor, a woman who appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties and had been the first neighbor the couple met. In fact, she had knocked at their door to welcome them with a homemade lasagna. She was remarkably good-looking, with fair skin and very dark hair, with large eyes and pretty eyes understandably, freaked Sebastian out.
 
Rather than the eyes themselves being a problem, the fact that during her entire visit, they had been staring holes into him sure was. She talked mostly to Thabita, women usually feeling more at ease with one another than with unknown men, but even then the two luminous, colorfur orbs hadn't left Sebastian. When Donna was about to leave she glanced back straight at him and smiled in a highly inappropriate way but for better or for worse, his wife didn't notice it or the staring and thought Miss Grandon lovely.
 
Aside from that first incident, the Joneses barely ever saw Miss Grandon. She lived all by herself in a large house and had the fame of being a recluse. Other neighbors revealed that she was polite but very reticent about her habits and past. She had been living in the neighborhood for a few years and yet no one living had ever seen the interior of her house.
 
But time went on and being a manager while also having a pregnant wife at home does a wonderful job of making one forget all less important subjects and after a few months Sebastian barely remembered that his next-door neighbor existed at all.
 
It all changed a certain day when Sebastian drove his wife to a cousin of hers and, returning home alone, found Donna Grandon standing in front of her house. She waved and smiled upon seeing him and he waved back nervously, then rushed to the front door, but wasn't quick enough.
 
"How's Thabita?" The brunette asked from across her lawn.
 
"She's alright." Sebastian gulped. He really, REALLY didn't want to talk to that uncanny woman, especially when his wife wasn't around.
 
"Pregnancy's going alright?" She asked in a tone of honest interest.
 
"Yeah, quite alright. It almost looks like she grows bigger by the day, haha..." Sebastian's laugh was to hide his discomfort but he suspected that Donna had noticed it, for she went on talking.
 
"Is Thabita...around right now?"
 
"Huh?"
 
"I mean," The woman's saucy eyes appeared to try to convey some information to Sebastian, some information he didn't like at all. "In the house."
 
Now that stopped Sebastian in his tracks. It took some seconds for him to think himself out of that one. He hated lies but if he said the truth he was afraid that Donna might say something uncomfortable or inappropriate, so he made up his mind to avoid further dialog by telling a white lie.
 
"Yeah, I believe she's making dinner," He managed to awkwardly say these 'untruths', sweating profusely all the while. "In fact, I think I can hear her calling me right now. I'm going, dear! Sorry, Miss Grandon but I have to go. You know how impatient these pregnant women can get, but do have a nice day, haha!"
 
And he rushed inside before his neighbor could say anything. She just laughed and entered her own house. Sebastian spent the rest of the day feeling like he had barely escaped from something terrible which, nevertheless, he was unable to clearly define.
 
The next incident of notice took place on a particularly hot summer day when Sebastian was tending to the garden. He had mostly been pulling out weeds which, worryingly, had been threatening to take over the Joneses' garden for some time. Being quite busy at work the whole week, Sebastian finally had a day off to get rid of those pesky invaders.
 
He was doing just that, but the scorching sun was mercilessly wearing him down, to the point that he constantly had to wipe his forehead with a piece of cloth he had been smart enough to bring along with him to prevent the sweat from falling on his eyes. His thirst was going almost intolerable but Sebastian was a practical, hard-headed man who became almost obsessed with work once he started doing something, only stopping once the job was finished. Even so, that sun was making matters difficult and as he sat on the grass he felt remarkably tired.
 
"Phew, I might need to actually take a quick break this time around," He said to himself while wiping his sweaty face. "Oh boy, am I craving something cold to drink..."
 
Almost as if by magic, Sebastian heard a soft step on the grass approaching him and saw a cold can of beer be extended towards him by a delicate, feminine hand, the nails painted. He tried to shield his eyes with his hand so he could take a look at his savior, but the sun's glare was way too strong and as a result, all he could only see the woman's long, shapely legs. He did not doubt that it was his wife, though.
 
"Thanks, babe!" He said cheerfully, accepting the cold beverage and taking a sip from it. He sighed happily and laid the moist can on the grass. "That was just what I needed. It's amazing how easily you can read my mind, maybe that whole thought-transfer thing my mother used to believe in isn't só far-fetched after all. Where are you going?"
 
The woman had turned around to walk away and Sebastian's hand quickly traveled to her behind, groping one of her buttocks with loving firmness. The man instantly jumped as one who had received an electric shock. There was something wrong with what he had grabbed! It was a fat ass alright, but his wife's was much fatter and softer!
 
Now that he was up on his feet he could see who the woman was. It was Donna, who stared at him with an amused smile. She didn't even appear surprised. He blushed, completely scandalized.
 
"Oh my God M-Miss Grandon, I'm so, so sorry!" The married man quickly began apologizing, stumbling on his words like a foolish teenage boy. "You see, I thought it was Thabita, that was why I took this, huh...l-liberty. I'd never do something so invasive and vile if I had known..."
 
"It's alright, Sebastian," Donna had this disturbing habit of calling everybody by their first name, no matter their level of intimacy. "Accidents happen. It can be our little secret, right? Something Thabita doesn't need to know about any time soon. Besides, I like men who are handy...in more ways than one."
 
She winked at him and smiled her provocative smile, then turned around and went back to her own doorstep, walking with a swaying of the hips that was unusual to her. Sebastian just stood there, face red and wet and jaw dropped from extreme shame. He felt so guilty he threw the rest of the beer away without drinking it any further.
 
That night his wife wanted to make love with him but he refused, wanting to punish himself for his terrible deed. She removed her glasses and pouted, but he would not explain the reason for his penalty.
 
"Come on dear, are you angry with me because of that fart from earlier? I told you it was an accident."
 
"No, it's not that," Sebastian said, woefully turning in bed.
 
"Don't I look good? See how big I am getting," Thabita grabbed her husband's hand and made him touch her baby bump. It was indeed enormous. It turned out that she was pregnant with triplets rather than with a single child. Sebastian blushed. "I know you like me better when I'm big like this~"
 
Sebastian's member grew stiff inside his pants and he almost succumbed but, remembering his offense, he pulled his hand away.
 
"NO!" He exclaimed, then, more calmly, said. "I'm not feeling that well today, dear."
 
"It's probably from working so long in the sun, poor thing."
 
"Y-Yeah...probably..." Sebastian gulped and averted his eyes.
 
"I'll spare you then...for today," Thabita giggled and settled herself comfortably in bed. "Goodnight, darling!"
 
"Goodnight, Thabita..."
 
In three minutes, his wife was snoring loudly by his side but sleep didn't come easily for Sebastian that night. His mind was filled with the memory of his mistake and of stranger thoughts still. He got this weird idea that maybe, just maybe, the reason why Donna Grandon looked so uncanny to him was that, deep down, he...he liked...
 
No! He was happily married to Thabita, a much more cheerful and voluptuous woman who, besides all that, was heavily pregnant with three of his children! Donna was exotic and mysterious but he wouldn't let invasive thoughts cloud his judgment. That was it, the next day he was going to knock on Miss Grandon's door and formally apologize for his misconduct in the garden! That would clear matters up!
 
With this settled on his mind, Sebastian fell asleep softly and slept like a rock until morning. As soon as he was free of that day's earlier obligations, he set out on his quest to right his wrong. He walked confidently towards Miss Grandon's door, and raised his fist to knock at it but, alas, he was paralyzed by sudden fear!
 
Would this really be appropriate? For a married man to knock on a single woman's door like this, without his wife's knowledge? Perhaps it was better to just walk away, even if it meant that he would never get the true closure he desired. He was about to turn around and silently trace his steps back to the safety of his own roof when Donna's door opened and she stood before him, looking surprised for the first time at seeing him.
 
"M-Miss Grandon! What are you doing here, haha?" Sebastian asked, trying to buy time to come up with some explanation for his own actions by making small talk.
 
"Huh...this is my house?" The woman smiled sarcastically. "But if further explanation is required, I opened to door to pick up today's newspaper, which in fact you're stepping in right now."
 
"Oh, s-sorry!" The man looked down and realized that indeed, without realizing it, he was standing right on top of the newspaper. He stepped away nervously and grabbing it, handed it to his neighbor with a shaking hand. "It's right here."
 
"Well, thank you," Donna giggled and picked up the newspaper, placing it beneath her arm. "And why are YOU making it here, if I'm allowed to ask?"
 
"Oh, about that, it's about yesterday. I wanted to apologize and, if possible, explain myself."
 
"You already did that," Donna raised one eyebrow, her smile widening.
 
"But I was too nervous to make myself clear, I fear. If you'll just give me a few minutes, I want to settle everything. I've always been a decent man and I don't want to be seen as a womanizing, harassing b-"
 
"Relax, pal!" The woman laughed and stepped aside. "Come in, I have some free time right now. You can explain yourself if you really feel it's THAT important."
 
"Oh, thank goodness! Thank you so much, Miss Grandon, I knew you'd understand!" Forgetting his previous fear of entering a single woman's house, Sebastian stepped right in like a happy-go-lucky youngster.
 
His first impression upon entering Donna's lair was that it was extremely well-kept. The second was that it was decorated in a way that betrayed a particularly good taste, with flowers in beautiful china vases, colorful and healthy. They filled the whole house with a subtle perfume that was slightly intoxicating.
 
"Wow, I must say, Miss Grandon, your house is in an impressive state!" Sebastian had to admit as he looked around. Single people, be they men or women, often grew lazy by living all alone and neglecting their dwellings, but this surely was not the case with his neighbor. "Certainly you get some help keeping it?"
 
"Not at all, I'm always by myself. I happen to be a very tidy woman, isn't Thabita that way as well?" The brunette asked in an innocent tone.
 
"Well, not exactly, models have a hard time with this whole housekeeping thing, you see, haha..." Then, realizing that he was confiding things about his wife to another woman, he stopped and cleaned his throat. "But changing the subject, I really wanted to..."
 
"Please, sit down," Donna herself had sank comfortably into a large chair and pointed to a similar one in front of her own. Sebastian obeyed without a thought.
 
"First things first, I'm dreadfully sorry for what I did to your bottom, it will never ever happen again, I promise," As he spoke, he gesticulated a lot with his hands, his nervousness perhaps awakening some of that Italian blood in him. "As far as explanation goes though, it's usually my wife who brings me a beer when I'm working and she likes receiving a good slap or gropes in the way of thanks (you know how women are, being one yourself) and both you got such long, beautiful legs and the sun on my eyes was shining so bright that I mistook you for Thabita and, well, you know what happened then..."
 
Donna listened to all of this with an unchanging, bored expression, as if she barely paid any attention to the words being spoken but rather focused her bright gaze on the one speaking them. When Sebastian's appeal was finished, she finally spoke:
 
"But, technically speaking, didn't my ass feel good?"
 
"Huh? You mean, touching it? Miss Grandon, as a married man, I can't answer this type of question..." The man shook his head.
 
"And as a man, can you? I know mine isn't quite as large as Thabita's, it can't be helped that being pregnant with triplets gives her such an unfair advantage, but still, isn't my butt huge?"
 
"Well...huh, technically speaking, yes, it does have a prodigious size, as far as human posteriors go..." Sebastian averted his gaze, blushing lightly.
 
"It felt good, right? I mean grabbing it," The woman further enquired.
 
"As a married..."
 
"I want to know your opinion as a man first and foremost."
 
"It didn't feel bad," He admitted. "I presume that when you find a partner and join him in a loving relationship like my own with Thabita, he'll be a fortunate man as far as...intimacy goes..." Sebastian had to pull his collar away from his neck, so hot that he felt.
 
"Gosh, you're so damn uptight!" Donna suddenly exclaimed, biting her lower lip. "But I find that incredibly charming. There's nothing worse than a vulgar man, although wallflowers are no good either. Tell me, Sebastian, how did you end up here?"
 
"I wanted a nice house...in a nice neighborhood. Somewhere to raise my family with Thabita."
 
"Don't you think there's something greater at play? Like fate?"
 
"I think I don't follow you."
 
"You have no idea how long I've been single. Practically, since I've moved here some years back. I used to live an...unorthodox life in a big city, not that different from your wife's own career as a model although perhaps a bit more...risqué. But then again, I've never told you anything about myself, have I?"
 
"No, nor to anyone else in the neighborhood," Sebastian admitted.
 
"Thankfully, I'm still in time to correct that mistake. Let's see, where do I start..."
 
Donna told Sebastian about how she'd grown up in a poor household, her mother having abandoned their family to run away with her lover when she was still a kid. Her father had to raise Donna and her siblings all by himself and although not violent, had turned into a distant wretch of a man after trying to mend his broken heart with intense drinking and occasional gambling.
 
Since a young age, Donna had some special talents which she refused to elaborate on and as soon as she graduated high school, she started working in some form of underground entertainment industry in a bustling city.
 
She didn't go into details on what exactly she did but said it paid very well and allowed her to live comfortably. She had saved some money and moved to this sedate neighborhood to escape the stress of big city life but found herself unable to bond with anyone in that region. She had lost contact with most of her siblings and had burned and the bridge with her favorite sister after they later discovered what Donna did for a living.
 
Sebastian was quite shocked. He never expected her life to be so...intense! His own had been simple and straight forward almost to the point of boredom and the most impressive thing he'd ever done probably was marrying then impregnating a rising model.
 
Still, he felt tempted into sharing some slightly more interesting details of his own life and soon the neighbors had entered into earnest conversation where they actually got to know each other. Donna turned out to be a strange but very witty woman, full of a flirtiness that at times repulsed and at others attracted Sebastian.
 
Suddenly though, the man happened to take a glance at his watch and, seeing what time it was, jumped out of the chair.
 
"Gosh, will you look at the hour! Sorry Miss Grandon, I have to go, or the old 'Ball and Chain' might get worried." It felt strange calling his loving pregnant wife by such a derogatory title, but it gave Sebastian a delicious feeling of guilty pleasure. He was like a schoolboy smoking cigarettes behind his mom's back and he wondered if this change was due to interacting so much with Donna.
 
"Do you really have to go?" Donna also got up. "I was really enjoying our little chat, neighbor."
 
She smiled and for the first time, his smile back to her was honest.
 
"Sorry. Maybe you could pay a visit to us this week. Thabita's a good cook, she can pay you back for that lasagna and we can all chat together. It's been a pleasure, Miss Grandon.
 
"Just one more thing," She gently grabbed him by the shoulder as he walked towards the door. "Please, call me Donna. We're all friends here, aren't we?"
 
"Sure thing, Donna. Heh, it feels strange, but it's also fun throwing that excessive formality aside!"
 
And so they parted ways and Sebastian returned home whistling a tune and with his hands in his pockets. What an interesting woman! Did Thabita miss him though? Yes, she did. She said she was starting to get worried. He said he had visited the department store. Sebastian didn't know why he lied though, and to his wife on top of that, but it came out naturally.
 
"Anyway, I'm glad you're here. See our little buns in my oven? They're almost completely baked and I feel ENORMOUS!" Thabita removed her newest maternity dress, standing there in her half-naked glory. Her heavily pregnant belly protruded forward with its obscene girth and she gently caressed it. "Moving around with this is such a burden that I can't help getting so freaking horny all the time. Sweetie, think you could help me out with that?~"
 
"Sure thing, ma'am," In fact, his cock was already hard. "Boy, you do look massive. It's hard to believe that my dick did this to you."
 
"Oh, and it's going to do much more," Thabita giggled while removing her glasses. For some reason, she never felt truly naked while they were on her face. Then, she removed her bra and allowed her gigantic tits to bounce free. Finally, she lowered her panties, exposing her naked sex, the source of her desires.
 
Sebastian undid his belt and allowed his pants to fall to the floor. His thick cock grew even more erected at the sight of Thabita's massive nipples and the thought that those udders were filled with milk made him wrestle with the temptation of stealing his future offspring's food.
 
They embraced, kissing passionately, then laid on a rug on the floor. A heat had come over both now and before Sebastian inserted his fat cock inside his wife's awaiting pussy, he thought aloud.
 
"Heh, you look so big that it's almost like you swallowed somebody, honey..."
 
"Oh sweetie, you say the funniest things..."
 
 
...
 
 
The next day, Sebastian woke up late. Somehow husband and wife had managed to take their intense fuck from the living room rug to their bedroom. The fragrant smell of Thabita's moist vacina was still in his nostrils, perhaps because she was still wet. He didn't blame her though, they had fucked until both had become quite dry. She was still snoring loudly beside him and he decided that it was better to let his poor woman rest.
 
After getting dressed and going to the kitchen, Sebastian decided to surprise Thabita by making breakfast for both of them and was getting ready to do just that when he was interrupted by a knock on the door.
 
"Coming!" He said, loud enough to be heard but not too loud, to avoid waking his slumbering wife.
 
He went to the door and on opening it, found Donna standing before him. The brunette rushed inside before he could say anything.
 
"I've been thinking about you since our talk yesterday, I can't rid my mind of you," She began. "Sebastian, I want you! We've been made for one another."
 
"What are you talking about Miss...I mean, Donna?!" The man was shocked. "I thought we were just friends!"
 
"Being friends isn't enough, I want you to fuck me! Is the old 'Ball and Chain' here?" Donna spoke in a sarcastic tone.
 
"She's asleep, you can probably hear her snoring, but why..."
 
"Good!" Before Sebastian could react, his neighbor advanced and kissed his mouth passionately. Such was his confusion that he failed to resist, only pushing her gently away when her hand reached for his cock and on finding it, caressed the growing member lovingly.
 
"No! Stop!" Sebastian said. "Donna, this is wrong. I'm a faithful man. I'm married to the most beautiful and sexy woman in the state. Heck, she'll make me a father of three! I can't possibly reciprocate your feelings."
 
"I see. So that's how it is," Donna spoke slowly, taking deep breaths. "You like Thabita even while she's so grotesquely bloated? You'd take her to bed over me?"
 
"Heck, I like her better this way," The man blushed, then laughed nervously. "Why, I told her just yesterday that she was so big it almost looked like she ate a person whole!"
 
Donna's expression changed. It was almost as if something had clicked in her mind. She smiled, almost laughed and approached the door.
 
"You like your women big, then. Very well. Next time we see each other, I'll be quite big myself. Let's see if you'll resist me then."
 
Sebastian shuddered as soon as his neighbor left. To think that she really had been lusting after him! It was a real shame, for he wished they'd been able to stay friends but he would never exchange his wife for that mysterious woman.
 
His troubled thoughts were then interrupted by a whole separate sort of trouble. A phone call from his superior, saying that an urgent meeting was going to take place soon! Sebastian quickly got ready and entering his car, drove away like a madman, while his wife still snored in bed.
 
By the time he got back, several had hours had passed. He was tired and nervous but glad that he managed to return home at last. The meeting had been extremely tense and all he wanted to do now was forget it, maybe even go for another round of wild love-making with his wife. Yes, that was a good idea...
 
But wait. He stopped at the door. Why did he feel such an oppressive aura coming from the house? Why was he afraid to enter? It was almost as if some great tragedy was about to take place, something that could possibly change his life forever. He tried to laugh at those thoughts, tried to remind himself that Thabita was always joking about how superstitious he was. Still, the weird sensation was there.
 
"I'm home, dear," He announced upon opening the front door, a shy smile already on his lips from the expectation of discovering that his previous sensations were all illusions and everything was fine in the Joneses' household. He'd bang Thabita again, let off some steam and feel much better...
 
"Welcome home, lover boy, ~" A woman's voice he knew all too well greeted him, startling the man. "What's wrong? I'm not quite who you expected to find?"
 
It was Donna, completely naked and spread invitingly on his own couch. But it wasn't just that, some extreme, some obscene change had come over his neighbor. Protruding from her middle section was the most enormous, most hideously bloated belly Sebastian had ever seen.
 
It was a bulging, writhing pale orb, either as large or larger than Donna's own body and it was imprinted with three large spheres, one larger than the other two. That plus all the squirming and muffled shouting coming from within the fleshy prison made things easy enough to understand.
 
A horrified Sebastian gazed at the rest of the living room. It told a story all by itself, like a crime scene. There was an overturned chair, Thabita's sexy nightgown lying discarded on the floor and her pair of glasses on top of Donna's monstrous gut.
 
"Since you like them big I took some liberties and," Donna covered her mouth for a moment with a fist and a wet gurgly sound came from her chest and throat. "Excuse me. I invited myself to dinner, as you can see. Thabita was enough of a sweetheart to get me something to eat me while we both waited anxiously for your return."
 
"She doesn't look willing at all!" Sebastian shook his head, not sure if he was more furious or more terrified. "Donna, spit my wife at once!"
 
"Not so fast, hot stuff. You know, I never had a woman with triples before. She's easily the largest person I've ever eaten."
 
"You...did this before?"
 
"You're a bit slow, Sebastian," Donna smiled impishly. "I thought I had given you enough clues already. But you do have a good taste in women, or rather, your woman tastes good. A bit greasy, yes, but still the most tender meat I've ever had. Doesn't she look good on me?"
 
"You look abominable and you'll look that way until you keep my wife hostage like this!" Sebastian's face had grown red, his eyes bulging.
 
"You know, that stiff boner between your legs tells a different story."
 
It was true, Sebastian was rock-hard. He covered his face with his hands, angry and confused.
 
"We've all got our kinks, Sebastian," Donna spoke in a friendly tone. "I won't judge you for liking this stuff. Hell, it paid my bills for a long time! You had a long day, now come here and relax. We can finally be together."
 
"You...you disgust me!" Sebastian shouted then, like a lost man, obeyed the naked woman and approached her. Her long shapely legs were spread apart, exposing her sex. The smell of pussy in heat was strong and the man's cock throbbed.
 
"What are you going to do with Thabita?" He asked meekly, pulling down his pants like an automaton following its program.
 
"Hmmm, I'm not sure yet. Might keep her around. It's good to have a side bitch and an occasional meal around. Or else, I could break her down so my ass and tits are bigger than hers ever were~"
 
"You wouldn't...!"
 
"Depends on my mood, really. Less talking, more undressing: if I don't feel that cock touching me in ten seconds I'll melt her down and make you watch."
 
A desperate Sebastian threw all his clothes away and sat at the only corner of the couch which still had enough space for his own butt. His large rod pointed to Donna's enlarged, active belly like a dowser's wand. The two touched and warmth and movement instantly sent a thrill through the married man's spine.
 
"Feel that? It's your wife's ass. I'd know, I had the pleasure of scarfing it down. Right now your cock is right between those huge asscheeks and if I move it so," Donna began moving her belly, rubbing and massaging the thick rod with the large bulge. "It'll be as if two women were pleasuring you at the same time, which in a way, is true."
 
It was so good Sebastian couldn't help but moan. It wasn't just the gentle motion, the warmth of the stomach reached his member and on top of that, Thabita writhed in fear inside, helping in the massage without even realizing it.
 
Besides...besides...that was a huge belly, a gut stuffed with his beloved pregnant wife and belonging to a beautiful woman. How could he resist it? The man climaxed, shooting his warm seed on the surface of Donna's belly and covering it in a web of fresh cum.
 
"There you go. Like me yet?"
 
"Donna, I...just for this night I'll..."
 
"Kiss me."
 
Sebastian obeyed. Man and woman embraced, feeling each other's body passionately. He ran his hands through her large tits gently and she nibbled his ear and whispered:
 
"Those will get even bigger if you shoot your next load inside and manage to get me pregnant with triples as well~"
 
And with this thought on his mind, Sebastian snuggled with his next-door neighbor while Thabita became just a tasty afterthought, a sexy bulge of struggling and crying meat.