Ashley is Boypregnant
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A familiar young rabbit stands outside your apartment door, carrying an overstuffed backpack.
You knew him once. 6 months ago he was your crush, and 6 months ago he disappeared from your life.
His name is Ashley, and he is several months pregnant.
A little mental math tells you everything you need to know.
You swallow. You're not sure how you could say no, given the circumstances.
"Yeah... Make yourself at home."
He nods quietly and steps inside.
"It hasn't changed at all." He murmurs, looking around your apartment.
Almost on instinct you're by his side, helping him take his heavy backpack off.
"T-thank you..." He stammers. "I've been having trouble doing that lately."
"I can imagine."
Real smooth, Captain Obvious.
Your hands linger for a while on the small rabbit's shoulders after getting the bag off, his blue eyes shimmering with uncertainty.
How long did it take him to work up the courage to come here...?
None of this feels like it could be real, but it is. You've known since health class it was possible for anthros, but you never thought...
"M-may I sit down?" He asks, voice trembling. "I had to walk here and my feet are swelling."
"O-of course." You say, and guide him by the hand over to your couch.
It takes a bit of effort to get him seated properly, given his condition. Ashley has to sit with his back to the cushion and legs spread apart "otherwise the bunnies put pressure on my bladder."
You swallow again nervously. "Bunnies?"
"Three."
"Ahh..."
You take a seat in the chair opposite him once he's situated.
...
You need to just come out and say it.
It's time to start being a man about this.
"They're mine, aren't they?"
Tears well up in Ashley's eyes.
"I'm sorry Anon... I've been hiding it since I found out. I-I thought maybe I could miscarry and spare you the humiliation of..."
He sniffles and wipes his eyes. "M-mom and Dad kicked me out Friday when they found out."
You're by his side in an instant, wiping up his tears with a handkerchief.
"Last Friday was almost a week ago, Ash. Where have you been?"
"Why didn't you come sooner?" However is the real question.
"Lizzy's place. She and her family took me in, but money's tight and they can't afford to look after me forever. She was the one who made me come here."
He looks at your handkerchief and smiles sadly. "This is the one I got for your birthday, isn't it? The one with your name on it..."
"Yeah...it is."
It seemed like such an old-fashioned gift at the time, yet now you carry it with you everywhere.
"I'm glad you like it, Nonny..." He whispers, and you feel your heart flutter.
"I love it, Ashley."
He sniffles again, closes his eyes, and rests his head against your shoulder.
Be the rock he needs, Anon. You're a father now.
"You're staying here now." You say firmly, wrapping your arms around Ash. "I'm going to take care of you."
He gasps, blushing. "B-but I--! Anon, I ghosted you!"
"Are you sure they're mine?"
"Y-yes!" He declares, taken aback. "You were my first time! You're the only one I've ever been with!"
"Then there's nothing to discuss. I'll put sheets on the guest bed after dinner. You can stay as long as you need."
A small lie. You'd let him stay forever if he wanted.
"I-I lied about it being a safe day..." Ash protests weakly, his face hidden in your shirt. "I don't deserve a bed."
"That doesn't matter now." You say, hand drifting down to his tummy. "You and the bunnies come first."
He's crying in earnest now, nuzzling your chest up and down as he sobs. "I thought you were going to hate me!"
"How could I? This isn't ideal, and I wish I had known sooner, but how could I hate the mother of my children?"
That actually gets a little laugh out of him. "I don't know. I've been such a hormonal mess since I found out, and my brain doesn't work right most days. I feel like such a girl now."
Hard to believe he once jerked off with your jock.
He's certainly starting to look the part. His hips, already a touch on the feminine side, seem to have widened since you last saw each other.
His hair is smooth as silk, his fur feels as fluffy as a newborn's, and even his face seems to have softened.
You might actually think he was a girl, if you couldn't see the package in his shorts right now.
Ashley eventually cries himself out and goes back to resting on your shoulder. This time though there's a soft, genuine smile on his face, as if he was always meant for your arms.
"I never wanted to be the girl before meeting you." He whispers, his hand stroking his belly. "Now I can't imagine being any other way. My body has changed so much since that night, Anon."
Your heart skips a beat. A second later your lips have locked with his, and it's just like he never left.
"Do you remember the last time we were on this couch together?"
He giggles. "How could I forget? It was the most magical night of my life."
Your fingers intertwine.
"I showed up late for the party, and you were so happy to see me. You said it wouldn't have been the same without me. I felt so special..."
"The stragglers were all asleep. We were watching cartoons together when you suddenly--"
He gasps, face flushing red as he looks down.
Your hand has slipped down the front of his shorts, just like last time.
"N-nonny?"
"Shhh... Let me take care of you."
"B-but we-- OH!" He moans, your fingers taking gentle hold of his cock.
You slip a finger beneath his foreskin and start tracing circles around the head, earning another round of ecstatic moans.
Things start moving faster after that. His clothes seem to disappear in an instant, though Ashley covers his budding chest with a free arm.
"T-they started leaking a few days ago..." He mutters, embarrassed.
Ash's penis is smaller than it was before, probably because of hormone changes, but he was never all that big to begin with.
His balls however look the same, and may be bigger.
Supposedly they help with gestation when an anthro's tummy is occupied.
You recognize the outfit he's wearing. He first saw it when you went to the mall arcade together.
It was just a joke to you at the time. You walked into Spencer's and pointed it out in the "anthro" section.
The upper part resembles a sailor fuku while the lower half looks like a translucent veil. There's even matching panties and a set of pink leg warmers to go with it.
His face turned bright pink when you said he'd look good in it. At the time he called you a faggot and smacked you, but he must have gone back at some point to buy it.
The veil barely covers his baby bump now, and his chest is already filling out the upper half. He's gonna need a bra at some point, if he doesn't already.
"I-I'm here because I want to be." He begins. "Not because you ordered me. I'm not that kind of anthro."
"Of course." you say calmly, closing the door behind him.
Pregnant boy anthros feminize mentally as well as physically during their first pregnancy, becoming more deferential and submissive.
There's clearly still some masculine pride somewhere in Ashley's heart however, else he wouldn't be so bothered about taking orders.
You sit down on the edge of the bed, tapping your leg. Though he groans and gives you a frustrated look, he can't stop himself from sitting on your lap.
Your hands run across his thighs and stomach, earning you an involuntary moan.
"Do you remember what you told me that night? After you...?"
"I said you could stay forever if you wanted."
Ash's eyes close, and he bites his lip. Leaning back, he allows your hands to slide up his shirt and start groping his chest. They're already starting to leak.
"Ah... Aaah! AH!" He moans. "P-please be gentle... Those are for the bunnies."
You rest your head on his shoulder and nuzzle his cheek fondly. That earns you an even louder moan as his legs widen on their own.
"I will...but first you have to ask the right way."
You squeeze both breasts at once, causing a small spurt of milk.
"P-please sir! Please be careful with my body!"
"Good boy." You whisper, and turn his head to meet your lips.
Any resistance to your command melts away when your tongues meet inside his mouth.
"MMMPH! N-Nonny!" He stammers.
One hand continues to grope his breast while the other snakes down into his panties. His bulge is as fat as ever, if perhaps missing a bit of meat.
You stare into each other's eyes when the kiss breaks.
"D-do I make a good girl?"
You smirk. He's always loved your cheeky side. Something about it gets him flustered like nothing else.
"You were bred for it, sweetness."
He moans again, his cock leaking precum.
"A-am I pretty?"
"Is that what you want, Ashley? To be a pretty girl for me?~"
He whines, covering his face. "Do I have to say it...?"
"Only if you want cock tonight."
That gets his face bright red, and for a second it looks like he's going to walk out.
Then you feel the wet patch leaking from his ass.
"Please Anon, I'm so scared, and you're the only thing that makes me feel safe anymore! I've wanted to be your boywife since the day we met!"
You can practically feel both hearts beating out of your chests. You can barely believe what you're hearing.
"I want a wedding ring, Nonny. These have been the loneliest 6 months of my life, but I can't let you inside my body again unless I know you'll be here for our bunnies."
You feel like you're going to faint.
"D-did you just propose?"
Ash groans, hands on his face in frustration.
"No, stupid! I'm telling YOU to propose!"
"W-will you marry me?!"
"YES, YOU IDIOT!" He shouts, and the crying starts all over again.
This time though they're tears of joy, and he even gets you going a little.
Your tongues meet each other in another passionate embrace, leading to the rapid disappearance of Ash's underwear and your pants.
Bunboy Ashley stands before you, his shirt stained with milk and shrunken cock half erect in anticipation.
"Do you really think I'm pretty?"
"The prettiest."
With that he smiles shyly and crawls across the bed on all fours.
Semi-clear white fluid, almost like cum, leaks from his ass all the way down his left leg.
Christ, this poor boy needs it badly.
"My doctor s-said this is the best position for the bunnies. Are you okay with doggystyle?"
"Are you, Ash? You always said it felt demeaning."
"M-maybe I like that now..."
Huff.
You spread Ashley's cheeks wide, eliciting an embarrassed little whine. At this point it's almost as stretchy as a pussy, and even smells like one too.
You start with a single finger, which he takes with ease, before moving onto a second. he starts huffing and moaning when the third goes in, and trembles with anticipation when he feels the fourth.
"Are you ready, Ash?"
He takes a deep breath and nods.
"Make me yours, Nonny."
With that you remove your underwear, revealing Anon Jr in all his glory. The poor bunny visibly flinches when he feels you pressing it against his entrance.
"S-Sweet cheese and crackers, I forgot how big you are...!"
"M-maybe we should do more foreplay first? I brought anal beads!"
Draping yourself over Ash's body, you give the back of his neck a tender kiss. "No."
Instead, you bundle up one of your shirts and stuff it into his mouth, telling him to bite down when he needs it.
You press the tip of your cock against his anal ring.
"Three...two..."
Ash takes a deep breath.
"One...go."
With one last push the tip of your cock pushes into Ash's colon, sliding deep inside of him before bottoming out near his pseudo-uterus.
"AaaaahAAAHHH! N-NONNY!" He shouts, cum erupting from his cock. "Don't stop, please! I missed you so much it almost killed me!"
He doesn't have to tell you twice, and soon the air is filled with the wet slapping of flesh on flesh.
Ashley bites down hard on one of your pillows, his eyes wide and overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensation.
White lubricant continues to squirt out of your pregnant lover's ass, soon making a mess of your poor bed sheets.
"H-harder...!" He moans. "Bad bunnies get bred by savage humans!"
You grab Ash by both ears, yanking the rabbit's head back. The overwhelmed look on his face, utterly lost in pleasure, says everything.
Another sudden squirt of boy-lube erupts from Ash's ass, another orgasm come and gone.
"Rabbits who cum without permission get punished!" You declare, spanking his ass as you ride him raw.
"Oooh God! OH GOD, BUNISH ME NONNY!~"
Even your bunnies are getting in on the excitement. You can feel them moving around excitedly inside of Ashley's tummy.
...Anthros can't get double pregnant, right?
Guess you're about to find out.
"Ash, I'm gonna cum!"
"C-cum inside me! Breed me again!"
Stars explode across your vision as you experience the greatest orgasm of your life, Ashley's body shuddering beneath you as another of his own wracks his tender body.
The two of you are a complete mess by the time it's over.
Wet, warm, and sticky cum erupts lewdly from Ash's ass as you pull out. His lingerie has been soaked through with boymilk, and there's enough sticky on both of you to satisfy someone's wet and messy fetish.
Exhausted, you finally collapse onto bed next to Ashley. For a while all you can do is stare into each other's eyes, pondering what the future holds for you two.
"Were you serious about getting married, Ash...?"
He nods weakly.
"I'll buy the ring tomorrow, then."
Your lover closes his eyes.
"Can I pick it out?"
"Of course."
"Thank you..."
You're asleep not 5 minutes later.
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7 months ago...
WARNING: CUTENESS OVERLOAD! SYSTEM REBOOT NECESSARY!
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Not even born yet and already a scamp? Yeah, that's your bunny alright.
With a "mew"ing yawn, Ashley carefully stands himself up using the bed post, wobbling a bit under the weight of his stomach.
"Hnngg-- C'mon babies, let's go make breakfast. Do you think Daddy likes French toast? I know you do, but maybe he does too."
Your heart flutters. You love French toast.
Maybe this won't be so bad...
You give him a good 10 minutes on his own before getting up to maintain the illusion, his gentle singing voice greeting you as you enter the kitchen.
"In every job that must be done~"
"There is an element of fun!~"
"A lark, a spree! It's very clear to see~"
"That a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down!~"
Oh my God, he's singing Mary Poppins
Ashley moves this way and that, putting dishes away, wiping down surfaces, and pausing every so often to flip the French toast.
"Just a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down!~"
"The medicine go dooooown!~ The medicine go down!~
"Just a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down!~"
Ashley freezes when he feels your hands wrap around his shoulders.
"In a most delightful way!~" you sing.
"A-anon?"
You smirk. "Sooo, when do I get to meet Miriam?"
He screams like a girl.
"THAT WAS PRIVATE YOU ASSHOLE!"
A plastic spatula sails over your head.
Face red and frowning adorably, he tugs his ears and thumps his feet in frustration.
"What? Did I do something wrong?" You laugh. "You're a really good singer! You sound just like Julie Andrews."
"I was doing Dick Van Dyke's part!"
"He's not in that song, Ashley."
"GUUUUUH!"
He leers at you petulantly, biting his lip because he knows he can't get on you for teasing him.
You've been playing with each other since you met.
A change comes over him, and he rolls his shoulder. Standing up straight and putting on a neutral face, he puts some heavy metal on his speaker and turns back to the stove.
"Don't read too much into this. I'm only cooking to say thank you for... All this."
"I'm... not sure what you mean, Ash."
He's deliberately speaking in a lower register similar to, but not quite like, his old voice.
"You took me in, Anon. What's not to get?"
You scratch the side of your head. He's acting real obtuse. "We got engaged last night, and I know what I heard then. Why so distant all of a sudden?"
"Yeesh, you sound l like my sister! Are we gonna talk about our feelings next?"
"...yes?"
He groans and slaps the last piece of bacon down on the plate, turning the stove off.
His old Metallica shirt slips daintily off his shoulder, the same he wore the day you met. Back then he used to fill it out nicely...
He sighs. "I'm still the same Ashley as before. You don't need to go treating me like a different person."
"I never said you were."
"Remember Ozzy Osbun? His wife Sharon couldn't conceive, so he did it instead and wrote The Ultimate Sin at the same time. Same guy, same music, he just... had to start wearing lifts on stage."
"He also started raising money to decriminalize nursing in public. What's really got your goat?"
The frying pan clatters into the sink, Ash leaning over the counter with a distant look on his face.
"I dunno. I just... Feel so bipolar sometimes. Like there's this old me fighting a new me for control of who I am."
Your heart calls out to his, yearning to offer comfort, but you stay back respectfully.
"Remember our first date? I had you swooning by the end." He says wistfully.
You come up behind him, placing your hands on his belly and stroking gently. Ash closes his eyes and sighs serenely, leaning back to rest his head on your chest.
"I remember what made me swoon, too. We were getting out of your car... You took me under the street lamp, draped your arms over me, and told me you wouldn't let go until I kissed you."
"How often do you get the chance to kiss an angel?" He recites from memory. "I'm not sure I can let this chance pass me by."
You feel yourself swooning just thinking about it. "And I said I wished you would be mine forever so you didn't have to go that evening."
Ashley sighs contentedly, happy to have you holding him for a while. Soon after that though he takes you by the hand and starts pulling you down the hallway.
"Come on. Breakfast can wait. I wanna introduce you."
You lie down in bed together, your back propped up against the headrest by pillows.
Ashley wiggles himself into place between your legs, his back to your chest as he holds your hands against his tummy.
You trace gentle circles with your palm, eliciting a moan of comfort from him.
His right hand takes your right hand, drawing your palm down to the right side of his belly. You gasp when you feel something moving underneath.
"I had an ultrasound last week at the clinic... This one's the boy." He begins. "I always know when it's him kicking because he's so energetic. He takes after his daddy that way."
Now he does the same with his left hand, moving it across the left side of his body before finding a spot near his navel.
"I call her Miriam, after my Nana. S-she's kind of the opposite. Rarely kicks, polite, nothing like either of us, really."
Finally he moves your hands to the underside of his belly.
"And this is Daisy. Half of what I eat goes to her. They all really like music, but she likes my music the most I think. Sometimes it's like she's dancing when I play the right song."
You gently stroke circles across Ash's belly, eliciting a coo of happiness from him.
"Does she have a favorite band?"
"Megadeth."
"That tracks."
A giggle from Ashley has you smiling from ear to ear.
"You know, Lizzy's gonna be heartbroken when she hears you didn't name one after her."
"She already asked me to name the boy Sajin Komamura. She can only have one."
"Heh. That was my second guess."
You trace the length of Ashley's belly from neck to nethers with your finger, starting just above his nipples.
He's already as big as a human woman at 9 months, but that's not surprising. Anthros almost always give birth to liters.
You're quickly becoming obsessed with belly, stroking, rubbing, and caressing it for a symphony of moans. It's almost an erotic act in how it arouses you.
"Ohhhhh gosh Nonny, I needed this. It's been so rough without you..."
"How rough...?"
Ashley sniffles. "I flunked out of school again. Stopped going out... I didn't know what to do, so I did nothing until my asshole brother unlocked the bathroom. Then everyone started screaming, h-he pushed me down, and..."
"Shh, it's okay, Ash. We don't have to relive this if you don't want to." You whisper, feeling the bunnies.
They're at play right now.
"Can we please get married tomorrow? I'm so scared of being alone again."
"Do I get to buy you a ring first?"
He giggles, "bet", then turns his head to look at you.
Those eyes... They always shimmer with such love. Maybe those got bigger, too.
"I love you, Nonny."
It's strange how quickly things can change in a few months.
That Metallica shirt hangs off of Ash's shoulders now.
You got what you were hoping for out of this relationship, but only under the worst circumstances...
Ashley gasps at the display case and covers his mouth. "Oh my gosh... Look how pretty that one is."
You make a gesture, and the jeweler wordlessly retrieves the ring from its case.
Sliding the silver wedding band onto his finger, Ash's cheeks turn pink and his eyes light up in wonder.
"It looks really nice on my fur... I-, it's not too much, is it?" He asks, looking up at you with shimmering eyes. "What do you think?"
Not really your style, but you know what?
Arms wrapped around Ashley, you gently pull him back against your chest. "I love it, baby."
The smile on his face and the way he leans back into you says volumes.
"If I may Miss," says the female human clerk, "you're starting to leak through your top. Do you need to use the bathroom?"
Uh oh.
Ashley visibly flinches before hastily covering his chest with an arm.
"I-I'm gonna step outside..." He mumbles, making a hasty exit.
"There's a towel in the baby bag!" You call, no less anxious, before turning to grimace at the clerk. "So, what's the damage?"
You have to hold your nose and look away when it's time to tap your credit card.
It takes you a while to find Ashley after that. He's nowhere to be found outside the jewelry store, and the call fails to connect when you dial his cell phone.
Fortunately you find him sitting on a bench at the local park.
"Hey." You say.
"Hey..."
He looks downright miserable. There's a washcloth stuffed down the front of his shirt, and he refuses to make eye contact.
"...I think my folks kicked me off the cell plan."
You sigh. "That's fine. We can get a family plan together."
"I need to get a pump, too. This isn't the first time I've leaked in public... We should go to BunniesRUs next."
"Sounds like a plan."
...
"Ashley sighs. "Am I still a man, Anon?"
You raise a confused eyebrow. "Yes...? You've got all the same equipment last I checked."
He groans. "That's not what I mean! This isn't the first time someone's called me "miss" since--"
Ash points at his pregnant belly, "this happened. My voice keeps getting higher, I-I cry at the drop of a hat... I used to be confident, Anon. Is there going to be anything left of me when the bunnies are born?"
You wrap an arm around Ashley's shoulder and bring him into a gentle embrace. "Everyone changes when they become a parent, Ash. You still like Metallica though. We still play DnD together... Can I ask you something, Ash?"
He sighs, but smiles at you. "Sure."
You pop open the ring case. "Will you marry me?"
Ash's mouth opens and his face immediately turns pink.
Stars appear in Ashley's eyes and his mood improves dramatically when you slip the ring on his finger. "This is real. We're getting married" his expression seems to say, and you couldn't be happier about it.
"I guess not every change is bad..." He says, his hand holding yours.
"Huh, so that's all of it?"
"I-- I think so?"
"Huh... I was expecting more, honestly. Figured it would be more complicated."
"Same..."
You carefully temoce Ashley's new milk pump from its box, turning it over and examining it curiously. The device consists of two glass bottles attached to suction cups, with a cord running from each down to a central box with an obvious on/off switch.
Ashley meanwhile retrieves the instruction manual, diligently reading it page by page like a good boy.
"Okay, here we go. "This Two-Phase System uses a high cycle for minute suction to stimulate the release of oxytocin, the chemical that causes a woman's ducts to contract. Once milk begins to flow, the pump is switched to a slower, stronger suction pattern that mimics your baby's deep, rhythmic drinking."" He recites.
"Helps with cervix health and birthing too, apparently. It sounds almost cute the way they describe it." You say, scratching the side of your head.
"Scary, too. I don't even want to think about giving birth yet... How hard does this thing suck again?"
"300 mmHg."
"...I don't know how hard that is."
"Me neither." You say with a shrug. "Though if you're scared we can always do this later."
Fortunately, Ashley's shirt is already over his head by the time you look up. You do a doubletake when you see what he's got on underneath. "Since when do you wear a bra?"
"For a while now. I'm sick to death of leaking milk in public, Anon. The sooner we get a handle on this the better..." He mutters, showing his back to you.
"Uhh, c-could you help me with this...?" He asks bashfully. "I'm still having trouble with it."
"It's not that complicated, Ash. Just three little hooks on the back." You say, glancing at the tag as his bra pops off.
Size: FBoy A.
"Easy to say when you don't have to wear one... Aa-AAH! A-Anon What are you doing?!" He moans.
You twist and tug on Ashley's swollen nipples, sending a rush of pleasure through his body. Though he tries to hide it, you can plainly see the tent pitched by his adorable little cock.
"Why are you always such a meanie? I'm your boywife." He whines petulantly. "We're supposed to be pumping, not humping! I'm super backed up right and you're being really selfish right now..."
The upset frown on his face hits you right in the feels. "I'm sorry, love."
"It's okay..." He mumbles, gasping lightly as you stroke his ears. "I'm sorry for snapping. Stuff like this is why we fell in love, and I should be more patient with you."
Aww...
You resolve to give your fiance's ears and fuzzy shoulders the works, rubbing them down from end to end and working out every knot you can find.
"You're the sweetest, Ash."
"I love you too, Nonny."
It's worth taking a little extra time to pamper Ashley when he's wound up. As much as you enjoy teasing him (and he enjoys being teased), it hurts to see him genuinely upset.
"Do you feel any better?"
"Yeah..."
"Do you still wanna try pumping?"
Ashley bites his lip and nods, taking both suction cups and aligning them with his nipples.
"T-the bunnies are kicking again. We still need to talk names..." He whispers, laughing quietly.
"We do, don't we?"
Your eyes meet, and a moment of tender affection passes.
"I'm gonma turn it on now."
"Okie."
You hit the power button and tap "phase 1", watching attentively as the suction cups latch to Ashley's chest.
"Oh-ooohhh my..." He gasps quietly.
His nipples, normally inverted, begin to swell and poke out of their nest.
"Aaa-ah! AH! I f-feel weird!"
The first droplets of milk appear, flowing down the suction cups to the collection bottle.
Sniffing, you notice the familiar scent of moist boypussy in the air. "Someone's enjoying themself..." You think.
"I'm gonna hit phase 2 now, okay?"
"G-gotcha."
Pressing the second button, you notice the machine's rapid, high pitched hissing noise turn into a deep and heavy "glugging."
"Ahh! Ohohhh... OoooOOOH God, Anon! It's coming out!"
The gentle spray of milk from his nipples very quickly turns into a stream thick enough for a dozen hungry bunnies.
"Do you feel okay?"
Ashley's answer is a long, throaty moan. "Oohhhoh GOD! S-something's happening to my...!"
Heart pounding, you can barely believe your eyes as cum abruptly and repeatedly erupts from your fiance's cock.
You watch, transfixed, as he fumbles to remove his shorts and panties, exposing his throbbing penis and moist ass.
Bent over like a dog with two suction pumps dangling from his chest, your fiance abandons his dignity and presents his twitching, eager boyhole to you.
"Baby, please! I need something inside me!"
You feel an evil, wicked smile cross your face, and grab the slab of meat straining against your jockstrap. "What was that, cutie? If you want something you need to ask with your big boy words.~"
"Nonny please, this isn't funny! I'm going crazy!" He moans, trying to back your cock into his hole.
"Good boywives ask politely when they want cock, Ashley. You don't want to set a bad example for the bunnies, do you?~"
"GuuhhhAAAAGH! YOU'RE THE WORST!!"
"Try again, love!"
"PLEASE GIVE ME COCK, DADDY! My hole is starving and I can't take it anymore!"
"That's all I needed to hear, sweetness.~" You croon, and yanking his head back by the ears and sliding your cock into his ass.
Your hands wrap protectively around Ash's pregnant belly, which you gently hold as you pound his magic button.
"Aah! AHH! AAAA-HAAA! MAKE ME YOUR WHORE! RUIN MY BODY NONNY!"
"If you insist!" You shout, grinding his face into the floor.
Though Ash has always been a moaner, you can barely believe the lewd noises coming out of his mouth.
"I love you so much Anoooon!~"
You give his ass a hard spank, reveling in the way his hole molds itself around you.
Pregnancy has done a number on Ashley's personality. Back then he was the assertive one who made you blush and feel gooey inside.
Now you've got him drooling for BHC and whining for more. What a rush!
With one last thrust you bury your cock in Ashley's ass, coating his insides and triggering another orgasm.
Exhausted and overstimulated, the poor rabbit slumps onto his side, gasping for air.
"I-I can't l breathe... I-I'm not okay..."
Your heart skips a beat, and you pull out.
"Ash...?"
...
"Ashley?!"
The mother of your children is silent.
A million thoughts race through your mind as your body enters fight or flight mode.
You flip the pump off and remove its suction cups, bending over to inspect his nipples.
Sure enough his areolas are red and cracked, with evidence of bleeding on the cups.
"Talk to me Baby, you're scaring me! Are you in pain? Are the bunnies okay?!"
He stirs.
"The bunnies...? T-they're... I think we overdid it."
There's a sudden, uncomfortable gurgling noise from Ashley's stomach.
Panicking, every worst case scenario plays out in your head and you prepare to dial 911.
Ashley moans
His stomach gurgles one more time
and you watch in astonishment as his ass lewdly ejects a torrent of cum and bussy juice.
...
You see a tiny smile form on Ashley's face.
"I feel better now."
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