Rina 2, Part 3

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Summary: Sequel to Rina. It's been a few years since Chad first met Rina. Since then they've done a lot: started a family, moved into the same house, even gotten married! But as things settle, and their first litter starts to grow up, Rina decides she wants a bigger family. Chad has been able to keep relatively fit to keep up with both wife and kids; but Rina’s newfound drive ends up making him bigger than before! She’s even become bolder by bringing their game out in public. Now every moment has potential for Chad to expand and grow until he eventually pops. Contains: Male: Pregnancy, Belly Expansion, Breast Expansion, Lactation, Multiples, Weight Gain, Stuffing. Idea by Gregiah Vogue.

This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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It was like he was suddenly waking up from a vivid dream. Chad blinked at her. “Rina…” he murmured, as the memories came surging back. He looked down at himself, his heart racing. “Am I —?”

“Yes,” breathed Rina, kissing him fervidly. He pulled her close, kissing her back with just as much desperation.

They were married. They had a whole life together. For seven years, they had lived right in this house, raising their kids together.

He had tears in his eyes by the time he broke away from her. Rina and her games. She had made him forget her and their family. But the relief of knowing brought him a sort of devastating happiness he couldn’t put in words. That soon gave way to unease, and then plain terror. He gazed at his abdomen with renewed panic.

“I told you I wanted a bigger family,” she said huskily.

“Fuck, Rina,” he said, his hand shaking as he laid it across his swollen abdomen. The woman was insane. He hated her, but he loved her. He wanted to yell at her, but also wanted to kiss her. “Where are the kids?” he inquired as he glanced around the living room. Their several young ones were nowhere to be seen — not for days, evidently. There was no sign of them. No toys, no clothes, no messes, no family photos. The house had been wiped clean of their existence. All part of the charade.

“Still at boarding school,” said Rina as she languidly leaned back on the arm of the couch. “It’s only been a month since you forgot everything.”

“Since you did whatever you did to me,” he corrected her. Rina had hypnotized him. She had done it before. He didn’t understand her powers; she must have been some sort of witch. And he had always sort of liked it. Otherwise, he would have left a long time ago.

“A month, huh?” Now his fingers were absently stroking along the curve. It had been years since his last pregnancy. The reality of his condition left him with a sudden rush of embarrassment. He couldn’t imagine his kids seeing him like this — asking him all sorts of awkward questions. Their dad was a freak.

“Don’t worry about them. Focus on the ones you’re cooking,” Rina said.

Chad’s face heated as he frowned. For the past several years, he had been able to stay relatively fit to keep up with work and his sizable family. He had sworn to himself he’d never do this again. But now here he was, all flushed and fertile. His masculinity had always been a source of pride for him, but now he was back to this. What a nightmare.

“Oh, don’t make that face. You know you look adorable,” Rina teased him.

Chad scowled. “I’m not leaving the house until this is over with,” he said through his teeth.

“We’ll see about that,” Rina responded, the corner of her mouth pulling upwards.

-

Chad went to the auto repair shop the next day.

Rina usually got what Rina wanted, and what Rina wanted was for Chad to go to work. Even if they didn’t need the money.

As Chad had yet to get an upgrade for his work shirt, he was stretching out his current one more than ever. He was a slim young man with a five-months-pregnant-looking belly, and a pair of rounded heaps on his chest with his nipples visibly sticking out in his shirt.

Chad tugged down his shirt but couldn’t manage to hide the inches of skin sticking out beneath the hem. His coworkers mutely stared at him, not knowing what to say. Chad felt mortified. It was clear Rina wanted to embarrass him as much as she could.

Working behind the counter wasn’t bad. If Chad didn’t move too much, no one noticed how tight his shirt was, or the odd proportions of his body. The counter hid him from the navel downwards. And sometimes he could hide more of his torso when he pulled the laptop in front of him, looking through appointments.

But when Chad had to go into the garage, things got awkward.

Even handling minor diagnostics and repairs was getting tricky. When Chad went under the hood of a car, he found his bump getting in the way. He had to maneuver himself just right to avoid it pressing into the engine. He often cupped the mound and twisted his back awkwardly to work as he hoped his coworkers didn’t notice how difficult things were getting for him.

Getting under a car was even worse. Chad just barely managed to roll himself beneath a raised SUV, his belly lightly scraping against the side. He knew if he grew another inch, he wouldn’t fit under the vehicles at all.

After Chad had struggled his way out from under a car following a minor repair, he was gasping for breath, clutching his swell with one hand. He stumbled to his feet and leaned against the car as he gathered himself, not noticing his undersized shirt had slid up even farther, now bunched atop his protruding abdomen.

His coworker, Tom, passed by and stopped to goggle him. “Damn, Chad,” he muttered, his face both disturbed and fascinated. “You really need to cut back on the beer.”

Chad reddened. He looked down and quickly dragged his shirt down the best he could. “Yeah,” he said weakly.

Tom shook his head and proceeded to the 2015 sedan he was working on.

Sighing to himself, Chad made his way to the back, where there was a door that led to a secondary garage that was used for spare parts and shipments. As he moved, he was hyper-conscious of his stride. How it felt loose and awkward now. He feared he was on the cusp of starting to waddle. It was truly bizarre to be pregnant again after so many years, to be reacquainted with all the changes and the increasing awkwardness that came along with his condition. He feared it was starting to appear obvious. He looked as though he was more than halfway through, and things were only going to pick up.

Chad was about to dig around for a catalytic converter, when someone emerged from behind of stack of boxes, startling him into stepping back. But then he relaxed. “Rina,” he murmured, his mind swimming in an odd mixture of uneasiness and excitement she evoked in him.

Her hair was pink today, her makeup done in light colors that gave her a deceitfully innocent appearance. But her true nature was clear in the way she stared at him, her eyes trailing up and down his regretfully fertile body.

She closed in on him behind an old van frame. A quick swat of her riding crop left Chad’s chest hot and tingling, his heart rate picking up. He reached out to touch her, but she slapped his hand away.

Suddenly he was being shoved firmly against the frame, Rina pressed up behind him, her hands cupping his round belly. “I have something for you.”

“Fuhhhh…” Chad knew what. And he couldn’t resist her. He never had. She worked down his pants and pressed harder against him.

It only took a few thrusts before Chad was giving in to the shocks of pleasure, welcoming the floodgates and the forceful throbs of pressure. Rina grunted and strained, and he could feel her filling him tangibly, something solid and heavy shoving into his already packed body, his belly sweating and stinging as it was prodded outwards, shoved forward, the pressure increasing as he arched and groaned, gripping at the van with his sweaty fingers.

“Errrghhhhhh!” His newly swollen belly prodded into the vehicle, preceding the rest of him. He started to slide down, but Rina held him around the middle.

“Oh, you’re such a good little breeder,” she cooed as he panted and she stroked him, while the world spun around them.

Chad felt tight. His belly was hot, sweaty and throbbing, and looked as though it had taken on several new inches in size. “What are you even doing here?” he managed, slowly coming out of the fugue state that Rina’s presence always seemed to induce. He slowly regained his footing, keeping his palms firmly pressed to the van as he orientated himself. He felt Rina step back as he adjusted his pants, buttoning them closed beneath the sharp jut of his belly. He winced at seeing how much worse the coverage of his top had gotten. It was practically a belly shirt. He couldn’t go back to work like this. He looked completely ridiculous.

“You’re wherever I want you to be, Chad.” Rina answered an entirely different question while somehow still offering clarification.

He swallowed. It was strange to see so clearly now, that nothing had ever changed. After seven years of the domestic life, Rina had almost seemed sort of…normal. In an aloof sort of way. Watching, but not really participating much, while still offering the convenience of her abilities, and ensuring there were no hardships in their strange little family.

Sure, he had known she was always pulling the strings, and he hadn’t minded it. She had told him from the start. She was dominant. She was in charge. Anything otherwise was imagined on his part.

“God, look what you did to me,” he found the gall to complain, if just from frustration, his hands cupping a large enough belly that he nearly looked at term.

He yelped at the sharp pain of the riding crop hitting his backside, one of his hands shooting to cup the tender skin there. It was fuller and squishier than it had been originally. Another few misbehaviors and he would have quite the ass. “Sorry,” he breathed.

Rina just hummed as she looked him up and down. Chad slowly turned to face her, his hands cupping his belly. “I’m getting ready to pop,” he told her in an effort to lighten the mood, even though he was grimacing somewhat. He hadn’t exactly wanted more children.

“Oh, not nearly,” said Rina, her eyes bright with greed as she as she cupped his flanks and his belly filled with a frenzy of fluttery movements.

It was strange. He was getting fatter, and she seemed almost taller, walking out of the garage with him, completely unashamed as they stepped back into the shop together.

Chad felt wobbly. He groaned as his belly shivered and popped forward another inch. He held onto the wall and whispered a curse, his free hand tugging fruitlessly at his work shirt.

His boss and two colleagues had frozen, their jaws hanging. Several customers were gawking at him in equal shock.

Rina gave his plump belly a loving pat and strolled off, the door jingling to signal her exit. Then Chad was left alone, fidgeting uncomfortably under the stunned faces surrounding him.

-

Chad got fired.

He couldn’t even blame his boss. Chad was dressed inappropriately with an overgrown gut sticking out in the open. He had taken his wife with him in the garage, the two of them emerging all tousled and sweaty. He had plopped his ass down in a seat, showing no indications of doing anything productive other than catching his own breath. The rapid eruption of his abdomen made it clear he could neither get under vehicles nor bend over the hood.

“Please, get help,” pleaded his boss, delivering Chad one more disturbed look as he closed the door behind the pregnant man.

Chad sighed. He couldn’t fathom what his boss and coworkers thought, though he supposed it didn’t matter anymore.

-

At home, Rina was all too happy to put him to other work.

Lately she had him sucking down the large milkshakes she seemed to be continually making in the large industrial blender they had in the kitchen.

She added a lot of ice cream, raw milk, as well as various unidentified pills and powders. Based on how bloated and tender Chad’s chest was getting, he presumed there were hormones involved.

He was continually flushed and breathless, his body hot and supple, and his libido out of control.

But Chad always drank up. It was midafternoon and he was already on his sixth milkshake of the day. He was choking them down between bathroom runs, his body feeling lethargic and uncoordinated, and his belly practically pulsing. He strongly suspected (and worried) this was going to be another heavy pregnancy.