"Here's to the bachelor life!" Kob crowed, raising his glass to toast with his friends.
 
  The group laughed, hoisting their whisky-filled shots along with him. "Cheers!" There was a moment of silence as they threw back their drinks before sighing contentedly and resuming their individual chatter. Drac grinned, leaning in close to Kob to wrap an arm around his shoulder. “Of course, you’ll always be my little pet birb…” he cooed with a chuckle, tapping a scaly finger on Kob’s beak.
 
  Kob squawked indigently and recoiled, bapping Drac’s snoot. “I am no one’s pet…” he scowled “...and I’d like to keep it that way for at least a little while.”
 
  Drac rubbed his snout but still returned a cocky grin. “Whatever you say, pet. You should learn to love your place, like my friend here…” and Drac lifted his hefty, coiled tail, to reveal the giant bulge of some snake trapped inside. His tail was wrapped with many belts, and the spade-shaped tip opened its pink maw to reveal the twitching end of a cybernetic snake. There was a muffled hissing and grunting coming from the base of Drac’s tail, who simply shifted his weight back in his seat to stow his tail into a more comfortable position.
 
  “Rrrright…” Kob replied skeptically, eyeing the bulge. Before his friend could fluster him any further, he decided it would be best to leave. “Yeah, you have fun with Coil. I’m gonna fly solo for a while…”
 
  Drac shrugged. “Whatever you say cutie…” Winking playfully, he turned his attention back to the bar, signaling the barkeep for another round.
 
  Kob rolled his eyes, deciding he wanted a breath of fresh air. Paying his tab, Kob weaved his way through the bar before stepping outside, taking in the crisp evening air. It was a welcome change from that stuffy bar. He had just sat down at a table when a soft melody played from the speakers inside. It was an upbeat love song that had gained popularity, sung by some foreign band that Kob had never heard of. But she had always loved the song. She used to play it all the time, never really giving Kob the chance to try and show her music he liked. The thought made him scowl. And even now, he couldn’t stop the flood of memories that were coming back to him that had led up to this point.
 
  Kob had met Clover online through a cheap dating site. Kob had figured that no girl this cute could be real. But after chatting for a few weeks, sharing some pictures, they agreed to meet at a local cafe. Kob would never forget walking through the cafe door and seeing Clover for the first time in real life. Pictures didn’t do her justice. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, but she certainly was beautiful enough to turn heads. As she turned to him, her full pouty lips puckered into a warm smile and she happily waved Kob over. Cascades of silver-blonde hair framed her face just perfectly, accenting well with the short brown fur that was her skin. She was curvy, but not overly so, like the perfect “girl next door” type of body. This however, didn’t apply to her thick thighs, which her skinny jeans didn’t leave anything to one’s imagination. When the date was over, Clover expressed an immediate desire to start dating, to which Kob happily accepted. So within 24 hours of their first meet up, they started dating.
 
  At first, Kob was happier than he could ever remember being. Clover did everything for him. Literally. She often went out of her way to make sure he was taken care of. From cooking, doing laundry, to keeping the house clean, she made sure he didn’t want for anything. Especially when it came to fun times between the sheets. Fulfilling all his needs in the bedroom was her specialty.
 
 
But what soon started as a happy relationship slowly began to dissolve into what Kob could only describe as “power struggle.” As time passed, he noticed that Clover had a bit of a domineering streak in her. She wanted to know where he was at all times, texting him repeatedly if he didn’t answer in what she deemed was a “reasonable time.” At first Kob overlooked this, making excuses to his friends and apologizing when she actually called their phones to confirm his stories. But soon, she demanded he stay home instead of going out with them, while at the same time would often go out herself and party with her own friends. It was at this point, the red flags were becoming obvious to Kob. The final straw was when Clover began breaking into his email and social networking accounts, and began to delete friends and family alike who did not take to her, and called her “unbalanced” or simply “crazy.”
 
  So finally, he had taken her out to the same cafe where they first met and gave Clover the boot. But Kob did his best to be as polite and as forward as he could. He tried to play it off that they were moving too fast, and that he needed some time to get his head together. Clover didn't seem to buy it though. Her expression was stony as she listened in an eerie silence. When Kob was finished, she just nodded, leaned forward, and said in a quiet whisper "This isn't over…" and swept out of the diner. And so Kob picked up the check, feeling unnerved to say the least, wondering what she could mean.
 
  But a few weeks had gone by and Kob hadn’t seen ear or tail of her. He had changed the apartment locks, just in case, changed all his passwords to his online accounts, and had put all her stuff to the curb. It was all gone by the next day, and whether Clover had picked it up or not was not really Kob’s problem. Kob had apologized to all his friends too, and promised them that the first round was on him, to which they welcomed him back with enthusiastic cheers. By now, Clover was just a bad, distant memory, and Kob was eager to keep it that way. But even now, he couldn’t forget all the hot, steamy nights they spent together. Even though she'd started to show some distinct red flags, Kob couldn't help thinking about her body. She had an addictive quality to her. When she was on top of him, smothering him with kisses, filling his nose with her intoxicating perfume. Kob had to stop himself from fantasizing further, looking up at the distant stars. She was gone now. That’s all that mattered. Out of sight, out of mind. With a vigorous stretch, he splayed out his limbs to get out a sigh of relief.
 
 
“Ahhh… hmm? Wait…”
 
 
There wasn’t anybody around, just him standing outside the bar in semi-darkness. The door had closed to keep out the chilly air. More intently, sniffed again, and just barely caught a whiff of it. He knew that smell. It was in the air, and Kob was pretty sure he wasn't imagining it. He wouldn't forget that smell anytime soon. It made him think of sex every time. Kob looked around, but again, no one could be seen. Curious, he sniffed his jacket. A whiff of that perfume, stronger this time, filled his lungs. Kob scoffed, sighing in relief. For a wild moment, he had thought that…
 
  A hand holding a damp white cloth suddenly clamped itself over his face. Kob squawked, bucking backwards in an attempt to push his assailant away. Whoever it was held firm, applying a firm palm to the back of his neck. A fog filled his vision as he breathed in a lungful of strong chemicals…and he blacked out.
 
  * * * * * * * * * * * *
 
 
Kob stirred feebly, feeling as though his head was filled with cotton. Groaning, he tried to lift his head, but found his muscles completely unresponsive. The bed was so soft and warm…the sheets smelling of…! A pang of frightful realization shot through him like a lightning bolt. Bed? Why was he in bed? He had been outside at a bar! How did he get here?
 
  As if in answer, a voice spoke out next to him. "Well, good morning sleepyhead, you have a nice nap?” Kob recognized his captor at once. Clover's voice was warm and sweet like honey, but seeped with a droning, malicious tone. Shifting her weight, she purred contently "I was starting to wonder if I had drugged you too much! I want you nice and alert for what I’m about to do~"
 
 
Kob slowly began to regain awareness of his body, and realized that he was in his own bed, handcuffed and naked. He instinctively tried to cover himself, only to discover another set of handcuffs dig into his wrists. Kob tried to close his legs, but found his ankles too were tied to the bed posts. He was spread-eagle on his own bedspread, splayed out like a prisoner. Clover took notice of his struggles and giggled. “Oh, relax love, it's nothing that I haven’t seen before. In fact, I am very happy to see it again…” Kob flushed with embarrassment as he felt her lean down and kiss his balls, her soft lips making him shiver in suppressed excitement. Now that Kob was awake, he could see that the room was softly lit, illuminated with the ambient glow of candles. Their scents filled the room with an exotic spice, lacing his every breath with an erotic pulse.. Kob would have found this pretty hot had he not been taken hostage.
 
"Why are you in my apartment?" Kob demanded, looking to Clover. She was dressed in tight-fitting lengerie, wound tightly around her figure to accentuate her curves.. “What the hell is going on?”
 
"Well baby, I just thought it was time we had a little chat…” Clover smiled at him warmly, reaching out to stroke his cheek, which he jerked his head away from. Clover seemed unperturbed by this show of resistance. “I know all what all your family and friends say about me. I know that I can be overprotective…”
 
  “Controlling every aspect of my life is not being protective, it's called being possessive…” Kob snarled, trying in vain again to break free from his bonds.
 
  Clover ignored him and continued, mounting the bed on her hands and knees. “But you know what I think the real problem is? I think you’re afraid of commitment. That’s why you had all those girls on your phone. But in truth, all you really need is me.”
 
  “You're insane!” Kob snapped, turning to look at her. “Clover, half those girls were-” His words were cut short as she pounced over him, stuffing his face into her chest. Clover’s breasts weren’t large, but they were pillowy enough to entrap him in fluffy darkness. The scent of her perfume was frightfully strong, promoting his cock to throb madly as he took it in..
 
  “See? Your lips say “no,” but your body says “yes.” You crave me, just as I crave you…” She smiled and pet the top of his head, grinding her hips into him a little. The memories of their long nights of love-making filled Kob’s mind as he breathed in her seductive scent, and he couldn’t even summon the will to fight back. He knew she was right, but she came with way too much baggage. Baggage that was not worth it.
 
  Clover seemed to sense his resistance, and she smiled down at him as she sat up, her eyes twinkling. “I promise things will be different between us, my love. I promise to be with you at all times, no matter where I go. You’ll never have to worry about anything ever again. And to prove my love to you, I’m ready to do whatever it takes to keep you…so…” Her grin broadened as she licked her lips. “We’re going to have a baby.”
 
  Kob froze as the words "...a baby…" echoed in his mind like a death sentence. This couldn't be happening, this was something out of a horror story! He immediately tried to buck her off, but his restraints made it impossible. All he did was manage to unintentionally grind against her, his throbbing cock gliding over Clover’s plump ass.
 
  Clover mistook his struggle as acceptance, blushed and beamed at Kob. “Oh baby, I knew you’d see things my way!” she cooed and quickly bent down to kiss him before he could protest. “I'm gonna give you the night of your life, and when the bed sheets settle, you're going to make me the happiest mother ever. We’l lbe one happy family…” She kissed him again, moaning as she ground into him. Kob could feel the heat radiating from her nethers washing over him, rumbling like an engine.
 
  Kob looked up at her face, a maniacal glint in her eye, as she climbed down his body. This bitch was serious. He had to find some way out of this, or he'd be stuck with this lady for life! “W-we can’t have a baby!” He begged, retracting himself into the mattress. “You're making a huge mistake! Please, untie me so we can talk about this!”
 
  Clover paused as she looked at him and shook her head. “I don’t think so sweetie. You see, I’ve done the math. You're going to make me a mother, and we’re going to live happily ever after. You won’t have to worry about your friends or family ever again. It will only ever be me. And me alone. But don’t worry…I’ll take care of you. And my body will too…” she added with a sly wink, teasing his cock with a tender pass of her palm. Kob moaned and tried to resist, but her skilled fingers encircled his throbbing length, lazily tugging on it as it throbbed with need. "Now just lie back, sweetie, and enjoy the ride."
 
  "P-please Clover, stop this. This isn’t right, this isn’t…Ah! Fuuuck…" Kob’s protests were quickly cut off as she enveloped the head of his cock with her full, beautiful lips and swirled her tongue around the head. He was having a very difficult time keeping track of what he was saying as her ministrations sent wave after wave of pleasure through his body. She then removed her lips with a loud “pop”, diving down to the base of his shaft to smooch the base.
 
 
"I love you, and I love this cock…” she purred lovingly, punctuating every few words with a wet kiss to his cocktip. “What is more right than two destined for each other making love?” Clover planted a sloppy kiss on the side of his shaft, bullying it around with her tongue. “You don't have a choice in the matter anyway. So why don’t you be a good boy and let momma go to work~.” She spooled her tongue all the way out of her mouth sucking on his cocktip like it was a lollipop before enveloping it once more. Kob tried jerking away from her as best he could, but his bindings dug into his wrists, keeping him victim to her erotic designs. Before he knew it, his hips were rocking into her mouth of their own accord. The pleasure was undeniable, and his body was giving in to her stimuli completely. He could feel the familiar feeling of an orgasm building up in his balls. But before it could reach boiling point, Clover pulled off his cock with a wet slurp, leaving him teetering on the edge of a blinding orgasm.
 
  "Don't fire off yet, baby. The fun is just getting started." She stood up on the bed, rocking his body back and forth like the deck of a ship. Kob could only watch in growing anxiety as she turned around, granting him a view of her bubbly backside. It was stout and plump from long days of errands, filling her pants with ease. Clover’s slightest movement made her ass cheeks bounce enticingly. With every hypnotic sway of her hips, Kob felt a long, a desire, to bury his beak into the ass he loved so much. Nothing turned him on more than her ass and thick thighs…and Clover knew it.
 
  “I see someone is excited…” Clover grinned, looking over her shoulder to glance at Kob’s throbbing cock. “That’s right baby, I’m about to bury you in my ass, this ass you love so much. The ass you kicked to the curb because you were too scared to make a commitment. But that’s ok baby…I forgive you. And now you're never going to be without it.” And with the slightest tilt of her knees, her voluptuous behind began to sink down towards Kob’s anxious, blushing face. Kob had only moments to hold his breath when a warm darkness enveloped his vision.
 
  Clover moaned happily as she stuffed her weight back, nearly all of Kob’s head disappearing between her curvy thighs. She plopped down on top of him, pushing him down into the mattress and sealing him in the musky confines of her rear. “Mmmph~ right where you belong…” Clover moaned, grinding her ass against Kob’s face. What little air Kob remained accessible was tainted with the thick scent of feminine arousal and Clover’s slick sweat. Her weight kept him firmly pinned, robbing him of his ability to turn away. Though a more lewd part of him didn’t want to. The desire to sink further into her ass was battling with his desire to break free. And basking beneath his lover’s sodden scent only weakened his resolve.
 
Softly smiling to herself, Clover had to stop herself from crushing Kob’s head with as much weight as she could apply. She wanted to break him, to ensure that no other woman would satisfy him like she could. After all, who else would be able to bring his desires to life? No one. There would be nothing to stop her from doing it…except it would interfere with her plan. And once she felt Kob had been marinated long enough, it was time to ensure he stayed by her side. “I doubt you can hear me…” Clover called, looking over her shoulder down at Kob “...but I’m going to wedge you a little deeper, I think you know what comes next.”
 
  Kob knew all too well what came next. How often had she done this for him, and demanded pleasure in return? He could feel her vast buttcheeks spreading wider with each passing second, coaxing him into the embrace of her backside. And the deeper he dived, the richer the scent of her pheromones became. Kob breathed it in, drowning his senses in motherly musk as he began to feel a sweltering heat settling on him. And there, inches from his face were her puffy flowers, winking at him and blowing kisses in his face of welcome. And welcome him they did. Clover, ready to seal Kob’s fate, threwher full weight back, spreading her legs and arching back with the precision of a gymnast. Perfectly aligned with her pussy, Kob’s beak pushed over her lips and into her cunny, locking him into a kiss!
 
  Kob gasped and tried to pull away, but only managed a feeble wiggle with her full weight settled on him. When he tried to breathe, the sheer concentration of lust inside her nethers burned his lungs, making his eyes water. Every lungful of pheromone-laced air soaked into his body, numbing him to all but pleasure. He tried to call out, feeling the edges of his vision alternate from black to pink. Instead, all he could do was lick at her pillowy walls and dripping nectar.
 
Clover couldn’t help but throw her head back and moan, biting her bottom lip as she deftly squeezed at her breasts. “Mmmm… Oooouuh~ yes…” she moaned in a triumphant tone, grinding her ass harder onto Kob’s head. “That’s it baby, lick me, savor me, please me. You know you want this. Let yourself get addicted, let my scent drown you in the aroma of my love~.“ Her nethers were practically a waterfall of arousal now, and Kob was forced to drink down all her nectar for fear of drowning in it. He had no choice. Some part of him knew he shouldn’t be doing this. He should have been fighting, trying to get away before it was too late. And yet, despite his conflicting thoughts, Kob continued his oral assault. Each pass of his tongue was like a desperate swipe of resistance. But each swab was also rewarded with a taste of her addicting honey, the warmth of her thick arousal sliding down his throat and pooling in his stomach. There it bloomed through him, radiating heat through his body like a strong vintage, intoxicating him further.
 
"We were made for each other, I'm sure you realize by now…” Clover cooed, finally pulling off his face after what felt like an eternity. Kob gasped, coughing as the cold free air stung his throat. “My body was made for fucking, it's obvious your addicted to me.” she continued, not noticing. “You're just not letting yourself realize how much you need me. But I'm gonna show you." As she spoke, she repositioned herself over Kob’s body, bracing herself with one hand on his shoulder while she lined his cock up with her pussy using her other hand. She deliriously grinned and kissed him, whispering oh so sweetly “Love you…” before she slowly sank down onto his cock. She eased him in, inch by inch, and Kob couldn't help but moan out loud at the sheer pleasure. Her pussy was as freshly wet with his saliva, velvety, slick, and amazingly tight. And each inch that sunk into her melted his already deteriorated will to resist. Smiling, she settled her weight on him, sheathing him fully inside her. “Mine…” she cooed triumphantly, grinding her asscheeks into Lob’s waist.
 
 
Kob tried to find something clever or spiteful to say, but all he could really think about was how amazing her pussy felt. And when she then began to rock her hips, sliding his length in and out of her, it was too much for him. He began to grunt with each pump, his fists clenched tight and his toes curling as he struggled to contain his burning lust.
 
  Clover smiled smugly, watching him writhe beneath her. "That's right, give in…tell me how much you love it…”
 
 
Straining his wrists against the handcuffs, a sharp jolt of pain brought Kob back to his senses. He glared at her, wrenching on his bonds with renewed determination. "F-fuck you, Get off of me!” The sex felt amazing, but the terrible portent of what was coming allowed him to regain some composure. Already, he was feeling an all too familiar boiling sensation in his balls of a building orgasm, but he was fast running out of ways to stifle it.
 
 
Clover pouted, but her eyes narrowed dangerously. “I don't think you understand your position. I think someone needs to be put in their place." She began to pick up speed, sliding his cock in and out of her cunny at a frantic pace. The blistering sensation robbed him once more of conscious thought and all he could think about was the immense pleasure. Long days of pent-up lust roiled inside his balls, dying to be let free. They went on like this for about ten minutes, her body moving like a perfectly designed sex machine. His cock was throbbing, oozing pre-cum, desperate for release. Kob was doing everything he could to stay in the game, to keep from giving her what she wanted. But he didn't know how much longer he could keep on like this, and she just kept moving faster and faster. The rough plapping her hips stung his skin, surely blotching his thighs with bruises.
 
 
Clover was enjoying watching her sweetie squirm under her, and his cock felt amazing, caressing her insides. But she was getting impatient with his resistance, and decided it was time to end this. Without warning, she sank down onto him so his entire cock was buried inside of her, and flexed her pussy like a vice. Kob cried out, he couldn’t help it. The suction he felt on his cock was incredible. Gnashing his teeth, he clenched his fists and strained against the bed-frame, trying with every last ounce of willpower not to break.
 
But Clover would not be denied. With the brutal force of a falling guillotine, she slowly raised her hips high, almost to the point of pulling off his cock…before letting her hips fall with an almighty crash. Kob screamed, his body was overcome with a mind- shattering orgasm. Stream after stream of sticky cum rocketed up into her pussy, and Clover just kept flexing herself around him, milking him dry. "That's right, let it all out. Give it to me." Her expression was one of utter victory. After a solid minute of cumming, Kob collapsed onto the bed, panting, his cock still throbbing deep inside her. That orgasm had taken every bit of strength out of him. He…had lost.
 
 
"See? That wasn't so bad.” Clover smiled, bending down to kiss him on the beak. “I got what I wanted, you got what you wanted, and now we're gonna be together forever."
 
  Kob said nothing. He couldn’t believe it. Like it or not, he was going to be a dad. When a modicum of strength returned to him, he met her gaze with an exasperated groan “So…what will we name the baby?” He knew it was a stupid thing to ask. What did it matter, really? But in his hazy, post-coital mind, that’s all he could think to say.
 
  Clover blinked, looking down at him, puzzled. “What are you talking about?”
 
  Kob frowned, slightly taken back. “The baby…the one you just raped me to get? What are we going to name it?”
 
  Comprehension dawned on Clover’s face and she giggled. “Oh! Awww, silly sweetie, you misunderstood me. I don’t want children.”
 
  Kob was more confused than ever. “Then…what the hell do you want?” He demanded, struggling to sit up. In response, Clover pressed a hand to his chest, forcing him back down onto the sheets.
 
  “Isn’t it obvious?” Clover asked, now pulling off his cock, which made them both shudder and moan. It was like having a splinter removed in the most pleasurable way. When Kob didn’t answer, Clover smiled. “I want you, sweetie. You’re going to be my baby.”
 
  Kob knew then that she was insane. “Sorry, I’m really not into baby play…” He said with a frown, imaging himself with diapers and a rattle. The thought was both comical and disturbing. But at this point, he wasn’t going to put anything past Clover.
 
  Clover sighed. “I told you, you don’t have a choice. I’m going to make you my baby. And you're going to be with me forever. And ever. And that way, I can keep an eye on you, and make sure no one else gets between us.” She fished for something under the bed, and when she resurfaced, to Kob’s horror, saw she was holding what looked like a syringe filled with some gold fluid. In a decisive motion, she stabbed the inside of his thigh, making him yelp in pain, before watching her thumb push down the plunger, emptying the needle’s contents into his bloodstream.
 
  “Ow! What the fuck?” He snarled, wrenching at his bonds. “What did you just inject me with?”
 
  “A special blend of muscle relaxant and some potent aphrodisiacs…” Clover smiled, tossing the used needle into the garbage. “My own special recipe! Don’t worry, it's just going to make you feel super relaxed and super horny. Which is how I want you all the time. And once that gets going, the real fun can begin.”
 
  Kob’s heart began to pound in his ears, throbbing with terror.. He tried to slow his breathing, to slow the drug, but he could already feel it working. His arms and legs felt like they were melting, and his cock, which had started to go limp, began to rise again. A soothing heat began to wash over his body, as if he was being submerged in warm, viscous gel. He tried to move, but his muscles were completely unresponsive. His thoughts began to slur into simple, lustful puffs, his tongue felt thick and heavy as Kob’s head began to lull from side to side.
 
  Clover bent down and kissed him, cupping his cheeks. Her words echoed distantly in his mind.. “It's alright, baby…don’t fight it. I promise it will wear off soon. But by then, you’ll be tucked away, and I’ll be a mommy. We will be together forever…now…and for always.” She kissed him and said “Goodbye my sweet, this will be the last time I see you…”
 
  Kob blearly wondered what she could mean by that as she stood up, fiddling with his bonds until he was free. He feebly tried to climb out of bed, but found his body unresponsive. When that was done, Clover climbed up onto the bed, and sat down by Kob’s head, her legs spread open on either side of his body. Kob could feel the heat radiating from her still-dripping sex. “I’d ask if you had any last words…but I don’t really care.” Clover blew a kiss at him, waved goodbye, and gently scooted forward so her nethers rested on top of his head. Then, with a buck of her hips, his entire face unfolded her pussy lips, stretching her wide open. Before he could react, she thrust into him again, taking the entirety of his head gently inside her velvet tunnel. “Oh, f-fuck..!” Clover moaned, gripping Kob’s shoulders for support.
 
 
If he could scream, Kob would have. Helpless and immobile, he watched in horror as his face was suddenly engulfed by a lining of soft, squelching muscles, of which felt as if they had a mind of their own. He tried to wiggle free, but her walls kept him locked in place, writhing, sucking on him, eager to drag him deeper. And even though it was pitch black, he could feel the space in front of him peel apart, making room to accommodate more of his limp body. Unable to struggle free, he began to whimper and whine, voicing the last of his resistance to the voracious walls of his captor’s honey pot.
 
 
But Clover didn’t hear his pleas. She was feeling better than she had in a long time. She breathed in, curling her entire body and clenching her fists as she concentrated on one, big, pelvic contraction. Within a second, Kob’s shoulders and upper torso were dragged completely inside, a wet squelch resonating around the room.
 
 
Kob could only lay there, a prisoner in his own body as he realized the horrifying truth of what she had planned. He was being devoured. By his ex’s tight pussy. She was going to stuff him inside her and never let him out again. He stretched and strained, trying to make his unresponsive body move. But no matter how much he tried to fight, her tightening muscles just ushered him softly into place, as if he was nothing but a mild nuisance, a child that needed to be set back straight. Suddenly he felt a pressure around his skull alleviate, only for a tight ring to roll over his forehead, suckling on him.
 
 
“Oh, reached my cervix already? Good boy. Soon there will be no escape.” Clover watched as his legs weakly flailed, her pussy worked down to his hips. Her own hips bucked, feeling him softly squirming inside her as his strength began to return. She had to be quick now, or risk him escaping. Though the chances of that now were slim. He was almost at the point of no return. Once he was inside, he’d never escape again. Clover began to buck her hips, each thrust of her pelvis in the air, claiming Kob’s body inches at a time. Ropes of her fem-cum gushed over his calves, moistening them for the eventual engulfing.
 
 
But Kob wasn’t going to give up without a fight. With the drug’s hold loosening, he began to flail his legs into the air. But try as he might, he couldn’t push himself away from the ravenous womb he was quickly being stuffed into. Flopping like a fish, he felt his ex’s pussy winning the battle, forcing him into submission one final time.
 
 
“Sorry sweetie, you’re not going anywhere… I’ve been dreaming of this day for weeks now, and you're not going to ruin it. You're mine, and that’s all there is to it.”
 
 
With a series of heavy huffs and flexes, her puffy cunny swallowed down his trembling knees, his flailing calves, and eventually, her smooth, puffy lips rolled over his heels, with only his toes still free. All it took was a wistful sigh, and a single clench, before they too were slurped inside with a satisfying squelch as it locked its meal deep inside. Clover relaxed, laying back against the bed, letting her body do the rest of the work. She could feel her lover's gentle squirms as her vaginal walls worked in unison, pushing her new toy deep inside her, forcing him into the fetal position.
 
 
“There we go, you’re finally mine…” she smiled, tracing her hand over the bulges under her skin. Given she was a taller lady, and rather curvaceous, the distended outline in her stomach made her appear as if she was heavily pregnant. Anyone could clearly make out someone was trapped inside, and struggling heavily. Even now, as Kob’s strength returned, he began to kick and struggle, trying to break free of his fleshy prison. But she had planned for that.
 
 
“Oh sweetie, it’s like you want me to get caught! Bad boy…Mama needs to punish you.”
 
 
She breathed in, slowly, forming fists with her hands, until she started contracting her stomach. It was like an ab workout, repeatedly tensing and flexing her waist. Kob, who’s struggles were growing stronger, felt her entire womb massage every inch he had to offer it. It tightened and flexed around him, over and over, especially around his cock. Her inner walls gripped his member as firmly as her pussy had, mercilessly milking another orgasm free from his body.
 
 
“I told you, I will look after you…” Clover giggled reassuringly, watching as her prisoner’s protesting bulges went from a struggle, to a quiver, to dying down to a subdued wriggle. “You keep acting up like that, you try to escape, and my womb will just make you cum, over, and over again, without mercy. So be a good boy for mama and lay still, ok?”
 
 
She took his lack of protests as a good sign.
 
 
  Suddenly there was a knock on the door! Kob had heard it faintly too, and began to immediately kick and squirm, as if he heard his only chance for help.
 
 
Clover clenched her teeth, quickly snuffing out his resistance with a few dextrous clenches. Again, he shuddered, and was put back into an orgasmic bliss. Ensuring he’d stay quiet, she stepped up to the door, holding her belly for support. “Yes?”
 
  There was a pause. “Clover?”
 
  She recognized the voice as belonging to one of Kob’s friends. It belonged to a charming, dimwitted equine man who she’d been eyeing up recently. She instinctively flexed her abs again, ensuring Kob wouldn’t interrupt before responding “Yes, that’s me. Who am I speaking with?”
 
  “My name’s Barret, I was just making sure Kob got home ok. We saw him leave the bar but he never came back.”
 
  “I’m actually waiting for him too, I’m sure he’ll turn up…” Clover was proud her voice didn’t waver, but she had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning. The thought of lying, consoling everyone who would miss him, and knowing only a layer of fat and flesh separated them from him turned her on more than she could ever have dreamed.
 
  “May I come in? I’d like to wait for him.”
 
  Clover bit her lip, looking down at her bulging belly. She weighed her options…then smiled to herself as she silently reached into her purse, and pulled out a second syringe. As always, she had come prepared. “Sure, that would be fine…come on in! I’d like to get to know you better too, sweetie…