+Notable Author: [Amnoartist] Keeping It In The Family

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Keeping It In The Family
Written & edited by Amnoartist
Chapter 4: From Grandmother to Mother

Note that the last scene in Chapter 3 has purposefully been made redundant.



Ruth was proud of the marked strides in performance Scott and Jordan made in recent days. Generally, they could only last up to a few hours with the gargantuan woman, but she couldn’t hide her pleasure in knowing that, as of now, the trio had spent four straight days and nights together, kissing, riotously fucking and caressing non-stop. Their daily schedule be damned! Ruth was of the mind that the two men had by now more than deserved some leisure time outside their timetable, which they decided to spend with her.

She was tongue-deep in her son’s throat, violating the oxygen that tried vainly to escape from his lungs, but every expel was greedily swallowed up by her. As this happened Jordan knelt behind, rimming her in such a manner that it looked almost casual—which it was for the family, to say the least. Their four-day sex binge didn’t seem to show signs of stopping anytime soon—Scott’s dick was still erect as ever, pressing against his mother’s abs, whilst Jordan’s lurched closer to Ruth’s waiting glutes. It almost looked as if she was waiting for his meat to enter her. He didn’t want to take advantage of the situation no matter how eager he was.

Ruth’s lips pulled away from Scott before a smile formed. “You really are starting to improve in the sack, sweeties. You’d be out for the count days ago, if not.” As impressed as she was, a quiver of doubt laid in the back of Ruth’s mind that the fine gentlemen would eventually capsize and withdraw from the otherwise incredible sex—something the woman wasn’t all that ready to accept. She took hold of Scott’s cock and traced the length of a prominent vein across the shaft with a finger, teasing his manhood until it pulsed with anticipation. Scott had trained well enough to keep himself from releasing, but it didn’t stop the feeling itself from coursing through him.

Jordan took to kneading his grandmother’s shoulders as best he could. They were already as wide as him, but that didn’t stop the eager young adult from at least trying to please the woman. Who knows? Maybe if he massaged her well enough, she’d turn her attention to him. Ruth joined in, rubbing her nipples until they doubled in thickness and a hint of breast milk oozed from them. Lustful moans came from the woman as the gentleness of Jordan’s palms rubbed her shoulders.

Scott tried pushing up to get a better view of the spectacle between his mother and son, but her weight bore down on him, pinning the father into position, her clit pulsing as it rubbed against his chest energetically. Her body rocked to and fro rhythmically as her pussy ground against her son’s abs, moving the bed with her. Scott wasn’t going anywhere. All he could do was watch—which wasn’t all that bad actually.

From the corner of his eye, he saw her clit throb before doubling in width! To say it took Scott by surprise would be an understatement, but the display only amplified his lewdness, heightened his arousal and thickened his cock until the meatus was level with her belly button. Ruth thought it was almost teasing her as she licked her lips. But she had other, better ideas.

Grabbing Jordan by the ankles, she pulled his body underneath her until his face met her clit. Before he could respond in any manner, Ruth lowered herself down on Jordan so his face was invaded by the pulsing muscular beefiness of her clit. Before long, she could feel Jordan’s tongue inside her; long and wet, gently caressing the powerful insides of the inhumanly large woman. Then she smiled.

“Mum!” The jealousy in Scott’s voice was obvious. But even if it wasn’t, the face he made certainly would’ve given him away. It had been weeks since he found himself in Jordan’s position and was looking forward to being in it once again. He heard the muffled moans from his son as Ruth’s clit pulsed and flexed in his face, swelling until the muscles themselves started pressing against her skin.

“Don’t worry sweetie, you’ll get your chance later tonight. Now c’mere.”

Ruth pulled Scott over to her so his own face met her breasts. He wasn’t all that sure what he was to do, but once the behemoth mother cupped her left tit, the son knew what was being implied. Scott didn’t even hesitate, approaching the mother’s nipple from which a faint trickle of milk oozed and taking his mouth to it like a baby. Truthfully, Scott was, until now, unaware his mother was—somehow—capable of producing milk from her breasts at such an advanced age. He tried thinking about it for a moment, but the thought process soon died once Ruth’s milk touched his tongue. It came in large quantities, forcing the man to swallow hard and loud as if he were eating food.

It wasn’t long after the first few gulps that Scott curled up in his mother’s titanic arms like a baby, still drawing milk from her breast which never seemed to hint at sagging anytime soon. Jordan was still eating her out, of course, starting to struggle for breath as his grandmother’s muscled clit ceaselessly pulsed. They’d been at this grand sexual endeavour for days now, and yet, Ruth still hadn’t hinted at approaching climax, let alone reached it.

Scott’s swallows continued, ever eager to take his mother’s milk. She watched with a smile as he closed his eyes, cosily coming to terms.

///

It was the discernible wince that woke Jordan from his slumber, eyes blinking to find his father Scott naked, casually curling a weight heavier than what he was used to, veins mapping across his biceps like snakes coiling around a thick branch. Then Jordan noticed. Scott had somehow grown thicker, meatier and longer. His son questioned how this happened before the dots seemed to just connect on their own. Ruth’s breast milk was the catalyst - right?

Then another wince came, but it wasn’t from Scott, rather Ruth, who stood at the mirror near the dresser, her shadow-casting back turned to both men, equally naked. Jordan wasn’t sure whether he should be curious or worried by the noises from his gargantuan grandma, looking over her shoulder to find the reflection of a needle in her hand peeking back at him. It was filled with the same pasty white liquid blended with the yellow one as before - filled with his and Scott’s cum and…something else, only there was far more of that ‘something else’ than last time. She'd gathered their latest batch of the sexual liquid by stroking them both off at once when they fell asleep, a cock tucked in the crook of each rippling, 70-inched arm!

Without a moment’s hesitation, she jabbed the needle into the thick bulging base of her clit, injecting the curious liquid like her life depended on it, genitalia throbbing in anticipation as the dregs vanished and flowed through the aged woman’s system. As the pulsing continued, she observed a makeshift timetable rested on the dresser marked ‘Menstrual Cycle Dates,’ the latest of which was today. Ruth was no stranger to needles at this point in her goal. The first she injected was when a serum capable of reactivating her period was made, following that was a serum created to revive fertility. The current injection Ruth just subjected herself to was designed to quicken…something, among other things.

The dumbbell still in-hand, Scott’s attention drifted to his mother’s naked reflection. The broad-shouldered and bearded male smiled lewdly as thick veins burst to the surface of her genitalia, writhing and pulsing in unison before her pussy doubled in size again in mere seconds. Love juices funnelled down her legs in sync with the arousal-induced saliva lightly gathering at the corner of her mouth, muscles pulsing and writhing in celebration of the seemingly predictable outburst of growth, thick sinews pressing to her skin.

“It works.” Scott always doubted the veracity of his mother’s goal, but to see it unfold, to bear fruit was enough for him to ensure he would never doubt the woman again. He watched her stroke her six-pack gut gently as it too started audibly swelling outward like leather stretching. “It actually fucking works.”

Both males were surprised Ruth hadn’t uttered a single word since the changes started. That said, there was little need to say anything, given it was laid before them in bulges, flexes and swells. It was truly a sight to behold.

When the changes stopped, Ruth turned to her son and grandson with a smile, a hand on her swollen, gravid gut. In spite of her bloated look, the woman’s signature abdominals were still prominent. In fact, it looked as though they grew with her stomach. A hand at her belly button, she chuckled, looking down at her new rapidly-developed pregnancy. “Say hello.”

Jordan blinked, surprised by the sudden flex that came from Ruth’s stomach. It wasn’t enough that the being inside her had developed in mere seconds, nor that it was already somehow capable of offering an intelligent response, but that her stomach made a weird noise similar to stretching too. Scott’s attention was elsewhere, focused on the flaps of his mother’s clit. Given its increased size, there was no reason to think two cocks at once couldn’t fit in there now.

Jordan’s worry was valid. Just who was the father, considering Ruth had her fair share of him and Scott? The fact was, in a way, they both were!

Both fathers cautiously approached the mother-to-be with open arms, completely unaware that above them on the skylight, was pepping Tom Nick Dawes with a camera in-hand.

Detective Kelly was going to have a field day with this!

[Amnoartist]

Really like the concept!

Thanks 

[Amnoartist]

Keeping It In The Family: Part 2
Written & edited by Amnoartist
Chapter 1

Being stressed: that wasn’t something Kelly handled particularly well, which was especially true when around colleagues. Doubly true when around colleagues who talked behind her back. The only way the Irishwoman knew how to beat her anxieties was throwing blows at a punching bag. If anything, she always looked the part - tight black shorts allowing her modestly sculpted calves and thighs to flex and breathe as she moved, hand-in-hand with a turquoise sports bra that had a hint of green at the sides that always reminded her of home across the pond, worn hand wraps covering her knuckles.

She was a raw fighter - and it showed. Sweat matted her otherwise perfect red locks and the back of her bra, barefooted strikes to the bag so powerful, it bent inward to one side as she pounced to her left, arms ever up and guarding. Boxing was something Kelly’s father would probably object to, given its violent nature, but it wasn’t her fault he could never see the defensive side of things, always the offensive. She learned to pace herself; her breathing always steady, strangely similar to the resting heart rate of a serial killer.

Moving in for another hit, she saw her father’s face in the bag, heightening the anger that already swelled within; the Hines’ were surely going to be behind bars sooner than they thought. They might be the central pillar to keeping Bridgewood on its feet, but pillars could always be replaced, rebuilt. The town would do better without them.

“Kelly!”

The voice was familiar, but admittedly a distraction from the one she already planned for herself. Kelly needed this time alone, but it looked like it was going to be interrupted anyway. She didn’t exactly hate Nick Dawes. It was just - her words of advice to him seemed to always fall on deaf ears, which was a pity because he was actually a good-looking guy.

“What is it, Nick?” Kelly seemed to up the pace of her routine, now always on the move, never staying at the one spot like she would otherwise be, easy to pick off, her breaths unyieldingly even. She hoped Nick’s reasoning for visiting was justified, not be there to perv on her like last time.

“It’s the Hines’. I caught them doing something.” The words were out quicker than Nick had time to process them. They were incriminating, to say the least, which would not particularly look good in his favour. But, he pulled out the camera in the hopes that it would be his trump card. “You won’t believe it either!”

It was hard to tell whether Kelly knew about the smile that crept along her lips. Besides, she was pretty certain the contents of the camera would, in fact, be believable, at least to her. Obviously, the townsfolk of Bridgwood knew what the Hines’ did, probably even the courts. But the detective didn’t plan on handing this crucial evidence to the Bridgewood tribunal. Rather, her mind was set on giving it to those even higher.

The video started off how Kelly predicted it would - Scott and Jordan porking Ruth. The total runtime of the video came up to two hours, enough footage to truly put the Hines’ behind bars. The orgasmic moans compelled Kelly to hastily turn the volume down as her eyes were glued to Ruth’s chiselled stomach swelling with cum at a rapid rate, creampieing her fast as an eye could blink. Kelly felt her stomach churn as a build-up of bile made itself known. If she watched anymore, it wouldn’t be sweat on her feet.

Nick snatched the camera from her and scrolled through the video until it came to the last few moments. Ruth’s cum-filled gut had somehow flattened, abs still prevalent and thick like bricks, but that wasn’t what got Kelly’s attention. Rather the fact Ruth had her back turned from Scott and Jordan and was injecting something into her clit.

Then everything seemed to change, the criminality of the Hines’ actions clear as crystal.

Kelly fought back the need to regurgitate her lunch as she watched Ruth turn to Scott and Jordan, her stomach swelling again, this time moving in a sort of flex-like motion, growing and taking shape in such a way that it almost looked like she was— “Is that a…baby?”

Nick stopped the video. He’d watched it a few times already in an attempt to get his head around it, but honestly, even now still couldn’t tell. He shrugged, clueless. “Maybe. Maybe not. I dunno.”

“I’ll take that.” Kelly snatched the camera off Nick and stashed it in her gym bag. It was crucial evidence against the Hines’. In fact, frankly, the only evidence. She had to be very careful not to lose it, and make sure to copy it at least once. Else it all amounted to nothing. “Would you mind making a statement?”

Nick knew better not to. What was he going to say? That he was perving on the Hines’ incestuous sex? That would make him just as guilty. He shook his head no with a condescending laugh. “Nah, you’re alright, Kelly.”

She knew he was expecting some form of reward for what was provided. There was an essence of predictability about him too, with the way he stared at her arms. Sighing dejectedly, she flexed her right arm to give Nick his reward. Her bicep equated to the size of a lemon, which was reasonable for someone like her, adorned with the gentlest layer of vascularity. To Kelly, it felt like she was whoring herself out, but this was the lesser of two evils.

“Not bad.” Nick squeezed the detective’s arm hard. It wasn’t long before he was too, but managed to hide it well enough. “A bit small for my tastes, but I’ll reckon you’ll get there in time.”

Kelly was irritated but managed to hide it. What was the point of Nick staring at her arm like a weirdo, hinting at the quick copping of a feel, if all he was going to do was be an asshole about it? “Anything else?”

“Can I get a quick flash of her tit?”

Kelly snapped. Keeping her pacing in check so as to make her point, she lunged forward to scare Nick away. The door slammed shut loudly, a sort of metaphor for the detective’s yet-lingering anger. She threw a blow at the punching bag, so hard that a small hole ruptured through it, sand pouring gently onto the mat. The sudden memory flash of her father’s face burned into her eyes.

She didn’t need the memories, but ironically, needed him, looking at the camera poking out of the gym bag.

///

Doctor Baisden pressed against Ruth’s gut gently with his thumbs, watching the writhing and squirming continue with reckless abandon. He wanted to pinch harder but was wary of the possibility that Ruth might feel some pain. The truth was she wouldn’t. The other reality was that as Baisden held his thumbs in place over the woman’s gravid gut, all he felt was pure muscle underneath.

“Judging by the rate of your development, I’d say you’re already approaching your second trimester.” The words that slipped from his tongue were odd, considering Ruth had only just started showing the signs of pregnancy only a few hours prior to the doctor’s arrival. It was an especially bizarre case of pregnancy, but he was mostly aware of the circumstances of the Hines’ lifestyle, which might’ve attributed to the one at hand. “If it’s maintained, you’ll no doubt deliver by the month’s end.”

Ruth was pleased by the news, to say the least. Being a mother again was, of course, her goal. But the bicep curls she was in the midst of seemed to take precedence of that moment. Jordan and Scott stood either side of the mother-to-be, ecstatic by the doctor’s pleasing revelation. It was odd for them to see her so casually work out whilst being evaluated, but it wasn’t to see her bicep veins snake and pulse with energy.

“Remind me of your family’s history of pregnancies. Perhaps there’s a pattern worth examining.” Baisden watched Ruth maintain the pacing of her curls and breaths, barely an inkling of sweat dripping from her naked body. She didn’t care much for clothes, wanting to let every inch of her gargantuan sexiness breathe and ripple. The eight hundred pound dumbbell groaned in her grip, whimpering in protest.

“Well, I married Hank back in nineteen-fifty. In fifty-two Scott was born, and Hank tragically passed in fifty-five, but I suspect that was owing to the fact I was on top of him, crushing his bones and lungs.” Ruth let the dumbbell slip from her fingers and drop to the floor with a heavy thud. The ground cracked slightly but that could easily be repaired. Besides, it wasn’t the first time that happened. “When Scott turned eighteen, he and I started tussling. We conceived Carolyn in nineteen-seventy-two.”

“Jordan and Kendall were born through Scott and Carolyn in nineteen-ninety-three, correct?” Baisden revealed a stethoscope hidden away in a perfectly preserved Samsonite briefcase. It was time to check on the baby’s health, although he was pretty sure things were going to be okay. “Which means every generation of your family since the fifties was born through—”

He quit while ahead, knowing he was right anyway. Besides, he was being paid triple the usual amount to keep his mouth shut about it. Truthfully, it wasn’t the first case of inter-family breeding Baisden had to deal with but was when it came to the fastest developing. Removing the stethoscope, the good news was the baby was in good health. The picture of health, actually.

“You said something about Jordan and Scott being the father?” Baisden’s confusion only grew stronger the more he repeated the question back to himself, not sure what Ruth meant. Maybe she didn’t know who the father was because she was fucked by them both often enough it was impossible to tell. At least, that’s what the doctor thought. The truth was so much different. “Care to elaborate?”

“Baisden, you’re being paid to examine my baby, not ask questions you don’t want or need the answers to. Especially when you already know them.” Ruth felt the harshness of her words was needed, not wanting to divulge the true nature behind the rapidity of her pregnancy. She just needed to know the gender and state of health of the infant inside her, things she couldn’t do on her own. “So - how is my baby?”

“In perfect health. She’ll be a big one, that’s for sure.” Baisden packed the stethoscope into the case, admittedly thankful the job was done. He felt a dram of whiskey was in order for helping the Hines’. He was especially thankful for the thick wad of cash handed to him by Scott. “By the time you deliver, it could very well be like you’re carrying triplets.”

“And the midwife?” Scott came between Baisden and the door, blocking the way out. The doctor saw the oddly large bulge in Scott’s pants and gulped, mistaking it for an erection when in truth, it was just the abnormally large cock and balls he was lucky enough to possess, thanks to his mother's milk.

“I’ll be sure to send her within the week of the delivery.”

“Oh, and and be sure to drop in a breast pump when you next visit.” Ruth chuckled lightly as she watched Jordan apply oil to her cobbled abs, giving them a golden shine alike the Buddha. “The last one broke when my pec swelled.”

Braisden paused, seemingly hesitant. But he knew better than to object to the one family that helped him keep food on the table, even if what they were doing was wrong in every sense. “Of course. That’d be Thursday then.”

“Precisely.” Ruth’s one-worded response was enough to help get her point across: Be there. She watched the doctor slip into the gap Scott made, allowing him to make a quick escape, before patting her gut invitingly. “Come meet your daughter, my big, strong men.”

///

Kendall huffed angrily as she brought the dumbbell up for what had to be her next kneeling row. Truthfully, she’d lost count hours ago, distracted by the revelation made to her a few hours ago: Grandma was pregnant? It pissed her off so much her lip bled when she bit it. Kendall stuck true to the family’s ways for years, waiting for the fateful when she and Jordan would conceive a child of their own one day. But that plan was now clearly scuppered by Ruth’s pregnancy. It especially pissed Kendall off when aware of Jordan’s hope that Ruth’s child was more his than Scott’s. The family didn’t often argue over much, so Kendall hoped they wouldn’t start now.

“Fucking Jordan.” She heaved the weight again, purposefully wincing with strain, feeling the overbearing nine hundred pound block of metal tug, strain and pull just about every muscle in her arm from delt to wrist. Kendall was never usually this angry, but when she was, it was typically diffused through passionate lovemaking with her brother or father. Sometimes both. “Always thinking with his dick.”

As angry as she was, Kendall couldn’t deny the sense of delight flutter within like the wings of a butterfly. She was going to be an aunt, something the family considered to be the next step up from a mother. Be that as it may, there was something oddly profound about being gravid. It wasn’t a total loss either. Perhaps Kendall could mother a child through her father? He often talked in a way that interest certainly oozed from his voice. So long as the family remained pure….

The dumbbell rolled across the mat as Kendall pulled her arms up into a flex, listening to the taut muscle fibres careen to the surface of her sweaty skin. She wanted the pregnancy to be natural though, take place over the standard nine months, as opposed to the single month her grandmother would go through. That wasn’t to say Kendall hated the rapid development. It was just, she wanted to appreciate the child that would grow within her. It was hard to tell whether Ruth felt the same way right now.

“HNNNGGHH! Pulling into a crab most muscular, her train of thought continued. Her mother Carolyn suggested interest in bearing a child or two with Jordan, but that plan, much like Kendall’s, was most likely derailed by the fact she would be a grandmother by the month’s end. A little rest period though, and Carolyn would probably set her original plan back in motion. Kendall by comparison was a little impatient in that regard - she was insistent on having a kid with Jordan soon as he was finished with his home studies a few weeks back. Her speculated low-level OCD might’ve contributed to the disappointment, always standing her ground on the way things had to be done.

She watched her chest veins roll forth, pulsating and moving in such a fashion that it looked as though they danced under her skin. It was an ever-arousing sensation to feel that happen, like a hand running across coarse sandpaper, so powerful that her pussy lips parted in excitement, revealing the abnormally muscular inner cavities she’d spent years fingering and others spent penetrating. The love juices seemed to just pour out without so much as a need to tease herself any more than she was already cranked up with all the arousal already coursing through her. The gym mat turned from aqua blue to jet black in mere moments, like a mini canal gate rupturing to let the flooding waters burst free. “UUUHHH,..!”

It wasn’t long after that Kendall stood in her own body fluid, the mammoth blonde resisting the urge to burst into a small chuckle. She loved it when that happened, even more so when someone was there to see it.

Then that lewd thought crept back to the front of her mind. Just where was her father anyway?

[druzzle]

Awesome, but I really think you should mix it up a little. Show Carolyn and Scott's firs time, or more Jordan/Kendall, or Kendall and her father, you focus too much on the grandmother and the detective

[Amnoartist]

Lolz, I plan to do just that next time, druzzle. Stay tuned

[Amnoartist]

Awesome, but I really think you should mix it up a little. Show Carolyn and Scott's firs time, or more Jordan/Kendall, or Kendall and her father, you focus too much on the grandmother and the detective

Focus on the detective is rather deliberate though since she's the yang to the family's yin. Ruth is vice versa.

[Amnoartist]

Keeping It In The Family Part 2
Written & edited by Amnoartist
Chapter 2

2.1: Quarrel

Jordan didn't have to do much to figure out Kendall wasn't happy about the recent circumstances with the family. He always knew about the arrangement he made with her when they came of age, but clearly he spat on it, which, by extension, meant he rejected her. The powerhouse blonde wasn't, as one might expect, happy about it, and it showed.

“Of all the people you could've knocked up, you chose Gran.” She sized her brother up with disdain. Frankly, she was disappointed in him. What made him think being porked with his monster dick would've been enough for the siblings to reconcile? She watched it bounce with excitement, clearly magnetised by the teasing throbs of her outrageously pumped cunt. “By doing that, you spat on our arrangement: when the time was right, you were supposed to put a baby in me. That’s how our family works.”

“But it wasn’t just me. Dad—”

Kendall’s death stare compelled her brother’s mouth to snap shut. It was best he did that before whatever words came out of it done more bad than good. “That isn't the point. The point is, you got involved. Was it really so hard to put on a damn condom?”

Jordan watched his sister move in closer, magnetically drawn to her watermelon-sized biceps pressed against her hips, adorned with veins thick as sausages. He was fairly certain she hadn't yet worked out that day. He was aware of the hard-on forming though, but wasn’t sure how Kendall would respond to it given she was chastising him.

Like he to her arms, she was allured by the obvious pornstar-shaming thickness of Jordan’s cock, senseless to the fact she licked her lips at the evident throbbing vein across its shaft, tempted to take it in her hand, tempted to s— No, she wouldn't let herself succumb that easily, especially considering the state of affairs. He made her sick to think he could manipulate her with his snake of a dick.

“You try finding a condom that'll fit a dick this big. I'll guarantee you won't.”

What to do now. That was the lone thought swirling around inside Kendall's head. Should she go through with her original plan and get her Dad to impregnate her, or wait until her Gran had delivered then take Jordan? No, she loved the idea of a pregnant belly too much to wait. Such a shame Jordan would miss out.

“Did you even stop to think about the kind of children we could have?” Unbeknownst to Jordan, Kendall had meticulously planned out her kids’ lives from birth to adulthood. They would be home-schooled like their parents, train hard like them too and be just as ‘loving.’ When the time came, they would help continue the Hines bloodline. “Did you even care?”

“Ken…” Jordan hated it when she played her trump card - the good old waterworks. It worked every time too; he laid a hand on her shoulder, deliberately giving it a good squeeze to assess the thickness and overall powerfulness. Predictably, doing so got him harder. “You know I do.”

“Prove it.” The words stung Jordan’s ears a little, taken aback by the sudden straightforwardness from his aspiring sibling.

Before long, the twins looked at the bed knowingly…

///

2.2: Pity

“How did Carolyn take the news?” Ruth’s inquiry was rhetorical, knowing exactly how her daughter would feel about the circumstances. Like Jordan with Kendall, Scott was supposed to a baby in his daughter but clearly couldn’t resist the charms of his own mother. Naked, she stood in front of a mirror only just large enough to cover her inhumanly girthed frame, casually stroking the pregnant belly her own flesh and blood helped bring into being. Judging by the size, she must’ve been well into her third trimester already, which was virtually impossible in every sense since she’d only been pregnant for three days. “I imagine she was upset?”

“She was at first, yes, but eventually came around.” Shamelessly boasting an erection of unparalleled proportions, Scott was naked too, collectedly examining his septuagenarian muscle goddess of a mother from arse to nape, mentally fucking her as usual, watching her back muscles tense teasingly. “Kendall felt the same way when Jordan broke it to her.”

Listening intently to the rather loud and energetic moans of passion from above, Ruth was quick to figure out the twins had reconciled the only way the Hines’ knew how. Reinforced with sprinkles of dust from above, it was clear Jordan and Kendall had finally succumbed to each other’s whims - again. “They seem to be all right to me.”

Scott watched his mother’s belly literally roll as the child inside her moved. He wouldn’t be mistaken to think he saw its leg casually jut out, or hear a soft moan from the muscular cocooned flesh of its mother’s eight-pack abdomen. His child would come any day now but he couldn’t stop himself from wondering one thing.

“Jordan an I both slept with you, but I can’t help but wonder how’s more likely to be the father of the child you’ve been blessed with.”

Ruth pitied her son. She loved him just as much as Jordan or any other member of her immoral family, so there was no reason for him to think the child she carried was no less his than Jordan’s. The pregnancy test she carried out proved as much; the daughter she was soon to have carried an equal share of Scott and Jordan’s DNA. Just as Jordan carried an equal share of Scott and Carolyn’s.

Comfortingly, she took Scott’s hand and placed it gently to her belly, allowing him the rare moment of feeling the child move inside her, listening to and watching every faint squirm and roll before the faint outline of a hand came into view, pushing itself against the mother’s leathered skin. It didn’t hurt. If anything, it just compelled Ruth’s abs to surge with power and thicken.

“This is yours, Jordan’s, Kendall’s and Carolyn’s. In one sense or another, this baby belongs to everyone.”

Unbeknown to him, Scott subconsciously traced the thick vein across the side of his mother’s belly, making it look like she was close to bursting. But he was oddly attracted to this look, to the new curves, just as much as he was attracted to his own mother.

Then they locked lips. The kiss was long and deep, passionate, coupled with only a few sporadic moments where the mother and son saw fit to take a breath and stare into each other’s eyes.

“Was wondering when you were going to do that,” Ruth declared before moving in for another kiss.

///

2.3: Spy

Nick couldn’t resist peeping on Ruth and Scott having sex again. He wasn’t going to lie to himself - there was something about incestuous sex that truly turned him on. Maybe it was the reckless abandon of the idea that got him hard as a rock, watching from a tree. He often watched Jordan and Kendall as well, but there was something about the mother/son dynamic that truly resonated with him.

Undoing his zip fly, he whipped out his cock in sync with Scott doing the same whilst Ruth knelt before him, clearly gearing up for a blowjob. By Nick’s calculations, it would’ve been the seventh today for Scott alone and the fifth or Jordan; it would’ve come up for the twentieth this week…

Precum started oozing from Nick’s cock within mere seconds, he was that aroused, while Scott was able to maintain a level of control even if his mother had his dick in the crook of her arm, muffledly giggling like a schoolgirl. Nick never could hear what the Hines’ were saying through the windows, so it was good he could lip-read. Something about thick as a steel rod, no doubt his cock, which apparently had only been emptied not even an hour prior.

Nick imagined himself in Scott’s place, moaning lustfully as Ruth would take his cock in her mouth and greedily down every last drop of what he had to offer, his twisted mind visualizing her already large belly ballooning bigger from his deliberately pent-up load. He would make Ruth burst with cum from arse to mouth. Then just keep going. He would have her want him to fuck her forever.

There was a long-drawn-out rumour that the entire Hines family line since the fifties had been built on the principles of incest, reinforced with the equally plausible hearsay that the future offspring of the family either married each other or their own parents. That stood to reason that there was the possibility of Ruth having married either her  Scott grandson Jordan, or Kendall married Jordan, or Carolyn married her father Scott.

Rumour or not, the mere idea was enough for Nick to bust a nut, which he did rather powerfully, literally briefly blinded by his own sick sense of eroticism. He was only supposed to watch the mother and son go at it with one another long enough to gather more information for Kelly on their criminal immorality but instead opted to do so for his own pleasure.

Like clockwork, he’d be back again in half an hour; like clockwork, he’d be hard again half an hour.

[Amnoartist]

Eight Weeks Later…

Bridgewood had now been entirely blanketed by snow, assaulted with winds and temperatures that dropped to at least minus twenty degrees, the coldest the town had been in years. With supplies failing to reach the town, its citizens were suffering greatly, to the point where it almost felt like a hypothetical nuclear winter, everything closed off. The people looked to their Mayor, Eddis Nevin, for aid but his words as usual were coated with false hope. The fact it look as though he was the warmest individual during his press announcement certainly didn’t help relations either.

The townsfolk were desperate. And it showed in who they willingly turned to next.

Ruth sat in the hallway adjacent to the Mayor’s office wearing a thick fur coat, one impossibly meaty leg crossed over the other. She had been waiting for her appointment with Eddis for a little over half an hour now, later than she’d expected to, but was perfectly willing to wait as long as needed. The citizens of Bridgewood looked to her as their savior, despite their knowledge of her family’s lifestyle. They were willing to look past it so they could see through the winter.

Ruth cupped her belly as her unborn child kicked gently, smiling. The woman had her own reasons to ensure the town got past the winter, and it grew inside her. She was determined to make sure the child she was due to have would come into an idealistic world. Or at least one of Ruth’s interpretation. She had her own agenda outside of helping the town get back on its feet.

The door to Ruth’s left clicked open, revealing a disgruntled Eddis looking out to her. He was not looking forward to his encounter with the immoral woman, but knew he would have to, to ensure his poll numbers remained in his favor, which presently weren’t. Eddis didn’t even bother to look Ruth in the face, instead staring at the obvious baby bump showing through her blouse. He dreaded to wonder which of the indubitably virile males in her family had planted their seed in her gut. - the son or the grandson.

Without so much as a word of welcome, Eddis gestured for Ruth to enter his office, listening to her soft grunts as she struggled to lift herself from the chair, then the obvious crack of the wood under its leg. She shuffled along quietly, shadowing the younger gentleman’s steps before sitting in the leather chair in front of his desk that was only just large enough to support her collectively massive frame.

“Let’s get right down to it, Ruth. I’ve more pressing matters to attend to.” Eddis uncorked the decanter and poured a glass of whiskey for himself, initially considering to offer it to his constituent before glancing again at her pregnancy. The sight of it alone was enough for him to chug the glass’ contents and pour out a second helping. “I know why you’re here.”

“Ah good, I’d hate to dance around the subject myself. I’ve ‘pressing matters’ too.” Ruth smirked, deliberately reiterating the Mayor’s words with condescension. She instinctively rubbed her navel. “Baby needs a check-up, you see.”

Eddis planted himself firmly in his chair and leaned forward, trying his utmost to establish a sense of dominance in the situation before they discussed the matter at hand. But the truth was, Ruth had established dominance the moment she set foot in the building.

“The townsfolk want me out of office because they feel I’m incompetent, think I have control of the laws of nature itself.” The Mayor pressed his fingers together and stared at Ruth for a moment, finding rage building within. He knew the townspeople even sought Ruth as his replacement in office. Something he wouldn’t let go lightly. “Want you to take my place, no doubt. Fat chance. My chances in the coming election may be skewed, but at least I’m no immoral whore!”

All Ruth did in response to Eddis’ remark was smirk. The truth was, she didn’t seek the position of Mayor quite like he did two years ago. Rather the situation was thrust upon her by the town and even her family. Especially considering its upcoming additions. “I didn’t want to be Mayor, but…sometimes things just have to happen. I have my own reasons.” Ruth instinctively rubbed her belly again, biting her lip as her child kicked a second time.

“Don’t think for a second I don’t know how your family spends its time, how you got that belly.” Eddis was repulsed by the fact he had to bring the matter up, but like Ruth said, sometimes things just have to happen. His mind numbing, he reached for the decanter and poured another glass of whiskey, double this time. “If you think I’m gonna give up my position, just to give it to the likes of you…

“Of course not. That’d be too easy.” Ruth watched Eddis chug the whiskey in one swallow and place the glass down between them. He’d had his third glass already since she arrived, but judging by the way he looked at her, it was clear he already had quite a few beforehand. If he had any more, he probably wouldn’t think straight, which would actually prove advantageous to Ruth. “We could always go head-to-head in the mayoral campaign. I hear Chilton’s dropping out because his daughter’s has a virus from the winter cold. Unless someone steps in to replace him, you’d remain Mayor for the next two years. The public wouldn’t want that.”

“It would be moronic to assume you actually have a chance in the election. You have no political experience.” Eddis was irritated by Ruth’s audacity to believe she could actually stand up to him. Granted the public’s opinion of him had become blurred, but experience was everything.

“The people are sick and dying. They won’t care about political experience so much as their mayor doing the right thing.” Ruth watched Eddis reach for the decanter again, but swatted his hand away before he could pour a fresh glass. She was just as vexed by his clear preference to drinking over serving the public in its time of need as he was in regards to her lack of political experience. “I think you’ve had enough of that, Dear.”

Eddis glared at Ruth with resentment but opted not to rise to her challenge. Instead, he simply leaned back on the chair as she moved the decanter away from him.

“As I said: I had no desire to be Mayor. The job was thrust upon me. But I have since then drafted up my policies.” Ruth pulled her handbag up and rested it squarely on her gravid belly before pulling out a sheet of paper labeled ‘Political Policy.’ Not the most obscure of titles, but it wasn’t meant to be. She offered it to Eddis who, in his half-drunken state struggled to hold it properly, let alone read the writing. “Or rather, policy.”

Through his hazy vision Eddis managed to read Ruth’s policy, though after doing so had wished otherwise. It was presented to him in clear bold text so it was inescapable, burned into his brain like a hot brand seared to his flesh.

“Le-legalised incest? Are you mad?”

“Maybe. But it takes insanity to actually get shit done.” Ruth watched Eddis sink its his chair as though to become part of it, leather and all, rubbing his temple as the two immoral words kept staring back at him like a nightmare come to life. He wouldn’t dare fold to Ruth’s policy. “And what I want to do, is free the townspeople from the deathly grip of this weather. After that? Well, that’s when things ought to get interesting.”

Eddis slammed the sheet of paper onto his desk and glowered at Ruth, who simply smiled back rubbing her belly. Eddis blinked. He was pretty sure the fabric of her blouse shifted.

“It’s either you give me your position right now without a fuss or we partake in a meaningless election that will see me win anyway.” Ruth tracked Eddis’ eyes staring at the decanter and smirked. Taking it into her hand, she poured the whiskey into the nearby potted plant and placed the glass container back where it was. “Or…I could just say the baby in my belly belongs to you and see where that takes us.”

Eddis was mortified by Ruth’s suggestion. Her willingness to deliberately lie in her attempt to see things go her way was truly nothing short of oppressive. Eddis and Ruth had never had sex before, so it begged the question how the woman was even capable of ensuring her threat wouldn’t rebound. “I’ve never even touched you, let alone…”

“Oh, of course. But the public is none the wiser to the truth. But who do you think they’ll believe? Their Mayor who won’t do the right thing, or the vulnerable pregnant woman they’ve chosen as their savior?”

“The DNA test would prove—”

Ruth cut Eddis off with a simple gesture: A smile, yet it was terrifying like the darkest of nights. “I’ve a doctor friend who’s particularly good at faking such things. I imagine your wife won’t be too pleased. Or your secret bed-warmer.”

Somehow deaf and dumb to what she just said, Eddis watched as Ruth’s blouse shifted again. His eyes then widened with shock, his mouth agape, as she slowly peeled back the tail end of her blouse to reveal her very, very pregnant belly, far larger in the flesh than it looked behind the clothing covering it, overcome with a lattice of soft vascularity criss-crossing its circumference. Ruth moaned lustfully as her unborn child kicked again, pushing the skin of her belly outward slightly.

“So long as I keep him up to date with pics of my pregnant, bulging and veiny belly, which he’ll no doubt drool over and maybe, probably, definitely masturbate to, he’ll be what a dog is to its master - loyal!”

“You are insane! Your child—it’s a freak of nature!”

Ruth stroked the bareness of her pregnancy, her fingers parting further and further apart as it grew before Eddis until her navel pressed against his desk. She moaned as her child kicked again, harder this time to the point where her skin stretched out towards the potted plant she previously poured the whiskey into.

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, Eddis. She’ll be so much more than that.” Ruth groaned as her muscles instantaneously pulsed with growth, busting the seams of her fur coat so her biceps casually spilled out like hot lava, casually throbbing and twitching like nothing previously seen on Earth, generated by the awaited offspring equally pulsing in the older woman’s belly. “So much more!”

The growth was over almost as soon as it started, yet the difference in Ruth’s size was stark. She had to be at least eighty pounds heavier, the chair she sat in warped beyond recognition, her belly distended, at least double its previous circumference, yet defying gravity.

“I might have forgotten to mention, this is actually the third child fathered by the very virile males of my family.” Ruth could see Eddis’ mind had failed to comprehend what just occurred, as though his mind had broken, had failed to realize he had no chance in any of the circumstances he’d find himself in. “My granddaughter is trying with her father as well, though wants her child to develop naturally over the usual nine months, not the three weeks it takes with my special concoction.”

Eddis was close to crying. He knew Ruth was immoral, evil even, but this—

“But I digress. You still haven’t answered my question.” Ruth peeled her blouse back over her belly, but smirked happily as the stretched fabric not only barely covered half of it, but ripped slightly in tandem with her child kicking again. “Are you going to let me be Mayor or not?”

Eddis stared blankly for a moment, then gently jerked forward with an obvious shudder. It soon became clear to Ruth that he was quietly masturbating to her for the last few moments and finally climaxed in sync with her blouse tearing yet again before finally, suddenly exploding into strips of white confetti, revealing her belly in all its bloated gravidness. Eddis’ cum arched skyward in its emission before deftly landing squarely on Ruth’s belly button.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she smirked, wiping the cum off with a finger before sucking on it like a lollipop.

[Amnoartist]

Keeping It In The Family Part 2
Written & edited by Amnoartist
Chapter 2

NOTE: This is one of my riskier, ‘fuck it’ pieces with blatant immoral themes some viewers may not be inclined to like so much as others. Therefore, reader’s discretion is advised.

Three days later…

Naturally, Eddis never bothered re-running for Mayor, essentially signing the position over to Ruth when he spurted his load over her belly during their confrontation in his now former office. Given that, Ruth accrued all the political power needed to start thinking about bigger things. She had such grand designs but needed the support of Bridgewood’s people to ensure they became reality. What better way to win their support than by doling out food sent in from neighboring towns?

Ruth and her family stood atop the town hall’s steps, watching the police hand out packages of food to the clawing families dressed in winter coats. The snow had finally stopped falling but the bitter cold persisted. Yet, the Hines’s appeared almost unaffected by it. Ruth wore the same fur coat as when confronting Eddis, but only for effect - her cheeks were flush with warmth as she cupped her belly that had grown larger still, pressing against the coat. Judging by her belly's increased size, Ruth was actually overdue her delivery date. It just kept growing.

Kendall giggled girlishly watching four people fight over the same package, slapping and clawing at one another. There was more than enough for everyone yet hunger brought out the primal nature within them. Ruth had already explained beforehand that there was enough, but clearly that seemed to have slipped the peoples’ minds.

Detective Kelly McNamara was part of the crowd, wearing a blood red Nicci belted coat. A package was tucked under her armpit, protecting it from anyone daring enough to come at her to steal it. At the back of her mind, though, despite the crippling hunger, seeing the violence erupt around her, she felt the need to do the right thing. Instead of keeping the package to herself, she split its contents amongst her and a small gathering of individuals surrounding the statue of the town’s founder.

The police started unlatching the second batch of boxes stashed within a truck, revealing more care packages. The line of ravenous citizens closest to the vehicle didn’t hesitate in their attempt to rush the officers of the law and raid it, pushing them aside, some even bold enough to openly attack them with anything they could find. It was a war zone and yet Ruth could see the advantages to helping people so desperate.

Ruth approached the lectern and tapped her nail on the microphone attached to it, sending out a coarse wave of reverberating feedback that caught the townspeople’s attention, who immediately stopped dead in their violent acts. As they all turned to face her, Ruth coughed in preparation to speak.

“I imagine this is enough to keep you all happy for the rest of winter. Food, warm clothes, some toys for your children and education books for the students.” Ruth’s statements were met with silence but she expected that much. Truthfully, the citizens of Bridgewood were so set in getting theirs hands on what they needed that they didn't even know Ruth and her family were there, stood at the top steps like the savior she was, rubbing her midriff. “All particularly easy to come by.”

Kelly moved between the citizens as she made her approach closer to Ruth. As she continued her speech, Ruth saw Kelly stand there scornfully but didn't react, instead maintaining her leading posture.

“This doesn’t come all free of charge, however. Well, not exactly. You see, while the position was inevitably thrust upon me, I have come to understand my position as Mayor and have fashioned great plans that ensure our town blossoms. I would need your absolute loyalty to guarantee that.”

There was a moment’s silence, which Ruth used to examine the faces of those looking upon her; hungry, desperate, willing to do anything to ensure survival. Then she turned to Kelly and smirked shrewdly before seizing the moment back.

“That’s all I want - your loyalty. Else the food you’ve generously been given will be seized back at the click of my finger.”

Kelly glowered. She knew Ruth was serious about her threat and that the townsfolk were naive enough not to believe it. Simply, Ruth was dictating how the people should go about their lives. And they would be sheep in the matter. They wouldn't dare risk losing the food they had.

“This is wrong!” The Irishwoman exclaimed at Ruth, taking a step closer, passing the barrier between The Family and the rabble. Jordan stepped forward to protect his grandmother, but Ruth gestured for him to stay put, admiring Kelly’s bravado. “Buying people’s loyalty by preying on their hunger. It’s Dictatorial.”

Scott flashed a glare at Kelly. He was at least five inches taller and two hundred pounds heavier than her - all muscle - but she didn't care. Someone had to do the right thing. She had to do the right thing. Scott crossed his arms, the fabric of his new custom sized suit strained on account of his outrageous musculature, dwarfed his grandmother’s. His mother Carolyn seemed to sense his anger, fearful for the safety of the child in Ruth’s bloated gut, taking his hand.

Ruth’s fur coat shifted in the light, gaining Kelly’s attention. The young woman then realized Ruth’s belly was growing again, right in front of everyone, straining and pulling at the grandmother’s coat until small rips formed.

“And that,” Kelly continued, pointing to the older woman’s coat shifting. “Whatever you’re carrying in that belly of yours, it isn’t natural. No pregnancy is that big.”

Kelly had opened the floodgates now. She'd practically goaded Ruth into revealing the extent of her pregnancy to the people of Bridgewood. Only her family, the doctor and Eddis knew of its greatness. But Ruth felt Kelly’s persistence ought to be rewarded with a glimpse. Ruth stood in front of the lectern and grabbed her fur coat tightly, sensing her family’s initial concern before it shifted into an uncomfortable aura of confidence. The townsfolk drew their eyes to Ruth as she parted her coat just enough for her pregnancy to peek through, yet that was enough.

Kelly took a step back in shock, nearly tripping over a brick. She couldn't believe the sight shown to her - the way Ruth’s belly shifted this way and that wasn't unlike something in a horror movie, with squelches and - whatever it was - the unborn thing growing within her reached out from within its mother’s bloated womb. The townspeople shared in Kelly’s disgust, some turning away while most outright ran off. Thumbing the unusual growth that instantly formed at the side, Ruth smiled in a way that only served to heighten Kelly’s concern.

Before long, Ruth removed her coat, shrugging it off to reveal herself completely naked underneath. A lattice of veins of varied lengths and sizes covering the eventual mother’s belly audibly squirmed energetically, seemingly gathering en mass at her navel. Ruth’s nakedness betrayed the laws of nature; the bitter cold seemed not to affect her in any way. In fact, she seemed to be the warmest person in the vicinity as the snow at her feet melted in sync with her belly’s growls.

“Isn’t she remarkable?” Ruth couldn’t resist looking down at her belly as it shifted, turned and bulged wildly, soft, strange ethereal noises rippling from her swollen abdomen echoed. Kelley noticed a patch of wetness form at Ruth’s crotch, initially assuming her water had broken when the reality was she was turned on by her stomach’s lively actions. “Boundless in potential. I guess you could say I’m carrying a God in my womb.”

Jordan moved up to his grandmother’s side and stroked her belly with a perverted smile, feeling the roiling veins that encompassed her veins push against his palm as The Being moved, seemingly interacting with him. The rest of The Family followed suit, copying Jordan. Kelly watched as various growths rose from Ruth’s gravidness, pushing their palms upwards.

Ruth smiled before entering a worrying monologue:

“She wants us all to be part of her family, to be one big happy family. She wants the men to marry and breed with me and my daughters, the women to do the same with my sons. Their children shall do to each other what I do with my own. Sons will marry their mothers, brothers will seduce their sisters. Cousins shall copulate with one another. Granddaughters shall sleep with their grandfathers as grandsons give their own grandmothers children. For the greater good.”

“The greater good,” the townsfolk repeated in unison.

Kelly blinked, her attention turned to the droves of people behind her in perfectly straight rows. It seemed as though their previously violent attitude had shifted to something more docile, yet their eyes were glossed over, as if influenced by something. That was when she realized the connection, looking back and forth between them and Ruth’s exposed pregnancy - it was so mesmerizing that they were literally hypnotized!

“She only has these people under her control but as she grows…” Ruth moaned as her stomach creaked and bulged with a small ripple of growth, feeling the child mature further. “…so too will her power!”

“Accept her offer and you shall share in her gift.” Ruth continued, moaning as she felt The Being kick out violently. Bruises formed in her belly but she didn’t find pain, rather she praised them, feeling the extent of her child’s power growing within. The snow encircling Ruth melted further as she thumbed her navel with a sinister grin. “Praise her!”

“Praise her!” The people cried out jointly before they started doing what could only instill horror in Kelly, stripping in front of one another in unison while keeping eye contact with Ruth, who reacted in praise by first kissing Scott, then Jordan. Both men instinctively caressed the woman’s belly gently whilst partaking in the act. Jordan, Scott Kendall and Carolyn had also stripped, with the mother and daughter revealing equally horrifying pregnancies of their own.

Before long, Bridgewood’s families started making love to one another; sons with mothers, fathers with daughters, brothers and sisters… The only person unaffected by this act of hypnotism or brainwashing was Kelly. Ruth realized this when she pulled her lips away from Scott’s but didn’t immediately react aggressively. Instead, she passively gazed at the young woman watching the families mindlessly fuck.

“My daughter is kind, Kelly. She offers you a chance to join her in reshaping the world. A world of one blood,” Ruth professed, descending the stairs slowly, alone. The rest of The Family stayed put, watching her naked massiveness ripple and bulge in very conceivable way. Her muscles expanded, her breasts swelled copiously with milk and her belly squirmed. The veins surrounding it split and broke off in different directions, swarming her navel, pelvis and umbilical. Once she reached the bottom step, Ruth found herself face-to-face with Kelly, who instinctively reached for her firearm tucked at the back of her trousers. “She wants you to be her sister, to be my daughter. I am inclined to agree.”

Kelly pulled back her gun’s safety hatch as slowly as she could, not wanting Ruth to hear it, which she luckily didn’t. But the truth was—

“That won’t help, child. You cannot prevent the inevitable.”

--It didn’t matter. Ruth knew anyway. She smiled, her wrinkled cheeks emphasized by the beam of sunlight cutting through the clouds. She winced as her belly expanded further, stretching out visibly to the point where a vein burst. But the woman didn’t react. At least, not how a normal woman would. Ruth petted her belly covetously yet maintained a curious stare at Kelly.

“A world united by one blood is a world without violence, Kelly.” Ruth petted the young woman’s cheek. It was soft to the touch, Ruth’s skin. As soft as anything could ever be. Kelly recoiled not in fear of what Ruth might do, but in shock of her skin’s velvety touch. “Surely you, an upholder of justice, would want something like that?”

It would be remiss to think Kelly didn’t at least consider the truth behind Ruth’s words, even if they were used to manipulate her. A world without violence would be Utopian. But the Hines’s idea of a Utopian world was one built on the foundations of incest. Wrong. It was all so wrong. Or was it?

Kelly thumbed the cross necklace given to her by her devout Catholic mother, thinking long and hard about the options presented to her, weighing the options. Though, it was hard to think so clearly with the citizens of Bridgewood loudly fornicating in the background.

Shaking her head, Kelly pulled the gun up level with Ruth’s throat. The older woman didn’t immediately retaliate, nor did the other members of her family. There was no guarantee the bullet would penetrate Ruth’s steel-hard body. Somehow, Kelly just knew that. But the threat of the shot masked her inner pain. “No.”

Ruth sighed. “I cannot overstate her disappointment in your answer. She had suspected you would be understanding.”

“Yeah, well, sorry to disappoint.”

Seeing Ruth’s belly ripple in a way that suggested anger was enough of a threat for Kelly to reconsider whether she should fire the shot and see if what Ruth said was just a delusion of grandeur. But hearing the sex in the background also just made her want to leave and hide somewhere away from it all. Lowering the gun, Kelly decided to choose the latter and run from the vicinity in the hopes she wasn’t too late in finding people not yet under The Being’s influence.

Ruth looked down at her belly as The Being shifted its full body around inside her, pushing her muscles outward. Sighing contentedly, the mother-to-be thumbed her navel with a smile.