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It had taken days of convincing for the DSO to trust you. Despite your tenure with them and good record taking care of Leon; they still hesitate to let him out in public. Most of the mutations from the Plaga are under control, and Leon begrudgingly bears the scars. But you figure it’s not quite that which they’re worried about - they’re worried about the sexual activity between the two of you.
Ever since he made the first move on you when he was under full influence from the Plaga, you’ve been allowing him to attempt to breed you. You’re thankful, at the least, you didn’t choose the bottom surgery. It makes things much easier when it comes to the way he fucks you. You can’t imagine it the other way; not that you’d tell him no , but he seems plenty happy with your pussy. You won’t argue or deny him that.
Though it’s not the fact you have sex with him that is their problem. It’s what it does to you that’s the problem. Your body - it’s never quite been the same since he first ravaged you. You’re mostly clear of a real mutation infection; but you’re not entirely human either. He altered you - and you’ve just come to accept it, as have the rest of your department. You’re the single thing keeping his Plaga in line - through excessive breeding.
Excessive isn’t even explaining it right; your body can take its own entire weight in cum. You learned that one fast. Days of it, where he’d not leave you. The constant fucking, dumping load after load into you. Not letting anything spill out. You knew you’d been changed from the first time you had swelled underneath him - that had made you look a couple months pregnant. He’d pushed it further and further as the first month went on. The second month was when he went into a frenzy in you.
You’d been in meetings for days, and it had been exhausting. You’d neglected seeing him - and that was what broke him. When you had arrived, he’d pinned you down, torn off your clothes, and fucked you. You remember it all too well; you try not to redo it. It had been days of it; you’re lucky he kept you fed and hydrated through it. None of your coworkers had been willing to help - they all watched as your belly was made bigger and bigger by his relentless breeding of you.
You had ended up with a belly twice the size of your own body. That had taken far too long to drain from you - you don’t talk about that part. Though you admit; you’d loved it. Those around you found it weird, but you didn’t care. You were fine with him breeding you. You’d even taken to using a plug; keeping yourself at different sizes. You’d gone home, spent the night with a nice round belly full of his cum. You’d even bought a wardrobe to work with it - though he’s yet to see it. He’s yet to fully know. To him; you’re just the handler the DSO put with him, and you’re willing to let him breed you. It’s all he really needs.
Well, besides going back out in the world. It was his aggression you wanted to tone down. The way he’d become nearly impossible for anyone but you to get near. And even with you - you bore the bruises and the cuts from how rough he got when he bred you. It wasn’t very fun. He seemed more intent on marking you up than properly breeding you, and having a smaller belly to go home with just wasn’t doing it for you anymore. It wasn’t enough to play with, to get off to. Not that anyone really needed to know your private life.
So you lobbied for a free day for him. Of course, with tracking applied to him so he doesn’t run off. Though, when he’s with you, he doesn’t seem keen on it. Seems that Plaga in him has chosen you, and he’s gone along with it. You always had flirted with him when he first came into government service anyway; no surprise he settles with you now.
“Be on your best behavior.” You warn him; and he scoffs, leaning back into the car seat he’s sat in beside you. You’re not letting him out yet. “We’re here to spend the day at the mall. Like normal people.”
“Normal? You think I ever was normal to start with?”
“Leon.”
“Fine. Fine. Best behavior. Whatever.”
He sulks, but it’s good enough for you to step out, and motion him to come with you. He’s apprehensive at first, but seems to gain his confidence when he realizes he can take the first few steps without being otherwise recaptured. Freedom - to the slightest degree. Excitement passes over his features, and he grabs your hand, rushing to the mall.
The first few hours together are nice. If you forget what you both are; it feels like a date. You window shop, and he points out his favorite food and you eat a quick lunch together. He then bothers you to hit the music store; one of the few remaining in the State. You go; and he peruses. He talks to you about his favorite bands a little, and you find it endearing. When he’s done, you take his hand and you walk out, steering toward the toy store. There’s figurines there you want to check - you have guilty pleasure T.V shows just like everyone else.
It’s there where it all goes wrong. It’s his hand squeezing yours tight that gets your attention first, and you look at him. His body is tense, and his pupils are dilated. You know what it means; but you don’t understand why.
That is, until your gaze lands on the family in the other aisle. A father, a young child, and a very pregnant mother. There’s a part of you that eyes her and feels the sting of jealousy. There’s a low rumble that catches your attention, and it’s from him. It’s not a good sign, and you quickly drag him out of the store.
Though it’s too little too late; and you realize it when his gaze turns erratic, looking around the mall. An access corridor off to the side is where he roughly yanks you, passing several doors before finding one unlocked, and pulling you into the room with him. You don’t get to tell him to stop before he’s pulled your pants and his down, pushed you up against the wall, and slid himself in you, holding you from behind.
He’s immediately thrusting hard inside you, and it’s all you can do to stifle the moans that pass your lips. The way his cock starts to swell inside you, the way it enlarges as that parasite pushes for breeding. It’s not entirely Leon anymore - and you know what comes of it. Low growls come from behind you as he pounds heavily into you, and you feel the precum start to leak inside you. It brings a shiver down your spine, and you whimper against the wall.
We can’t do this here . The rational side of you thinks. But there’s no stopping him . Yet, you know there is. You can stop him, you can call everything off in a moment, a single page and they’ll come get him and you. But you’re not going to do that. Your mind filters back to the pregnant woman, and you put a hand over your belly. You feel his cock bulging through, moving frantically.
You shouldn’t encourage it, but you do. You rub your hand over where his cock is, coaxing him. You’ve done it before, and he knows what you want. You always do it when you want him to make you big . It’s something he obliges, greedily.
When he hits his climax, it all rushes into you. You stifle your moan as it pushes inside you, rushing in steadily. His cock is lost soon, and your belly bulges out from the steady stream going into you. It feels good , the way your belly swells, the way his hands move to grab at it, rub it, squeeze it. He enjoys it, he always does.
The first load leaves you looking a good couple months pregnant. It’s a small size, for you. You’re lucky he thinks the same way, as he continues to thrust into you. You know the parasite is working overtime in him, refilling his balls with more to put in you. To breed, to make it take - even when you know it never could.
The second load comes quicker than the first, with him already so worked up. There’s more than the first, the parasite pushing more out, all for you. The desperate need to breed you, to have it take, is there. Your belly swells rapidly under the stream, and your hands go over it, holding it in surprise. Your breath is a shaking gasp, and his purring growl sounds out behind you.
It’s almost like he’s satisfied - your belly is well round, pressing against the wall. You look as if you were ready to go into labor at any moment. It’s the perfect size, and you’re ready to pull out the plug you’ve carried with you (you really did want this to happen, you just don’t want to admit it).
He decides otherwise for you.
His cock slams into you again, a frantic pace coming from him. You’re too surprised by it to say anything. You can’t deny this isn’t what you want. God, you want it so bad. And he provides. Burying deep inside you, he shoots another load into you, and you feel your belly balloon out from it, your shirt straining heavily before it slides off your belly and up to your chest. The weight hits you first, and your legs shake a little.
He snatches the plug in your hands from you, and he pulls out, shoving the plug in, causing a sharp gasp to pass you. He’s busy cleaning himself up, pulling his pants back on - leaving you to deal with your own.
Except for the fact you can’t exactly reach well.
He’s filled you full enough to the point your belly might as well be one of those giant exercise balls used in yoga. Every move you make, you feel his cum sloshing around inside of you. You’re left holding your heavy belly, a soft whimper passing.
The chuckle he lets out doesn’t help you any, but at the least he helps pull your pants back up. With your assistance, of course, holding your heavy belly up so he can get everything back in order for you.
“How the hell am I getting in the car.” You mumble it, and he laughs.
“Does it matter? We can walk.” His hands move over your swollen, round belly. “Keep it like this. I’ve seen you do it.”
Well. That’s out now.
“You… prefer me to?” You question him, arching a brow.
“I do.” He answers, casually. He idly squeezes your cum filled belly and you let out a low moan. “It’s fun to play with you. I wonder; when you’re in private, is that what you do? Do you think of me when you do it?”
“That’s none of-”
“It is my business.” He slaps a hand to your oversized belly, making it jiggle. Another moan passes you as you feel his cum moving around in you again. It is a turn on for you - you loathe to admit it aloud. “It’s my seed you’re filled with.” He says it as he runs his hands over your belly. “Without me, you wouldn’t be able to have this.”
“You- I’m not getting into it here. We shouldn’t even be in here to start with! We’ll get banned from the mall if we’re found-”
“Yeah, like they’re going to let you and me out unsupervised again.” He nods to your overstuffed belly and you scoff back.
“Wasn’t my idea.”
“You didn’t stop me.”
“Well-”
“You encouraged me.”
“That’s-”
“You’re not trying to drain it right now either.”
It shuts you up hearing that. He’s right - you’re not draining it. You don’t want to. Not for the mess it’d make, but for the fact you like being this big. You want to walk around like this - and he wants to show you off as his.
“Okay. Fine. But I still don’t want security hauling our asses out of here. If you really want this, then we go out of the mall together.”
“Do you think I don’t want this?” He chuckles, before leaning down to press his lips to your belly. “This is mine. I think everyone should see.”
He flashes a cocky grin, before he lifts your belly and lets go, the oversized thing bouncing heavily. The heavy movement of his cum inside you rips a moan from your throat, and you slap a hand to your mouth, mortified some personnel heard it. Leon waves you off.
“You’re fine. No one else is around. Can’t hear anyone else. Let’s go. Before you get more paranoid.”
He’s got a point, and he slips out the door first, standing outside in the hall waiting for you. You approach the door slowly, and bite at your lower lip. The doorway seems so tiny now. You run your hands over your belly, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. It’s no worry, you can get out.
You take the step forward - and feel your belly wedge in the doorway. You stop dead and your eyes fly open, staring. Your belly is squeezed in the doorway, and you’re left still on the other side.
“I- I’m stuck.”
It’s mortifying, and he turns to look. He’s not of much help, the way he decides to start touching all over it again. You feel his hardened cock rub up against it, and you sigh heavily.
“Can you help me get out of here instead of fucking my belly?”
His head snaps up, and he tilts his head. You’ve got his attention - and you’ll use that to your advantage.
“Get me out of this mall, and when we’re in private again, you can fuck yourself stupid on it.”
You give him the option, the small deal, and he takes it. He can barely reach your hands over your belly, but he takes them, and pulls.
The plug strains, and so do you to keep it in. You’re lucky you manage with the pressure put on your belly. When you pop out from the door, he falls back, you on top of him. Your belly pins him to the floor, and you feel his hips buck up into it.
“Stop.” You warn him. “We have to make it out of here. Without incident.”
It’s bad enough as it is; you’re unnaturally huge, and there’s no doubt people are going to see that enlarged cock of his right through his damn pants. Though he doesn’t seem to care about that. Maybe he wants people to see it. You don’t pretend to know.
You’re just lucky your offer is tempting enough to get him to play along. He gets you up, and he stands too. Though his hands roam your belly again, hunger playing in his eyes. You slap his wrists, and the motion causes a jiggle to go through your belly, and you bite back the moan.
He manages to take your hand again, and you place your other hand atop your huge belly. The corridor is narrow for you, but you get out of it. Stepping back out into the mall, the stares are immediate. They’re all eyes on you. You can’t help but wonder if they only are looking at you, if nobody sees Leon’s painfully obvious erection.
Though, there’s a strange sense of euphoria that fills you as the eyes are on you, walking with him. Your belly bounces a little with each step, and every step you feel his cum sloshing heavily around inside you. You have to bite your tongue, especially as he pulls you along quicker, noticing the struggle you’re having. He’s only making it far worse.
The walk out to the mall doors is the longest you’ve done, the way you’re teased just by moving. But the problem represents itself again in the doors out. Your belly is larger than the door. Though, it’s not as bad as the door in the corridor. You’re pulled through, though your squeezed belly bounces, and a stifled moan passes you. Passerby stare; and you ignore it, putting your eyes on Leon, the way he bites at his lower lip hungrily.
“Car.”
You have to remind him, and he rolls his eyes before walking you back to the car. The chauffeur steps out immediately upon laying eyes on the both of you.
“What the fuck did you do-”
“I don’t have the time to answer. Just… drive us back. Please.” You mutter it out, as Leon goes to get in the car first.
“You’re not going to fit like that.” The chauffeur insists, but you shrug.
It’s a good ten minutes of struggling to get in for you. Your oversized belly fights you every step of the way - but eventually you squeeze it in. It’s pressed hard against the seat in front of you, and there’s no way in hell you’re getting a seatbelt on.
The drive back is dead quiet. No one has anything to say to each other. Though, before you’re brought back to fulfill your end of the promise to Leon - at the very least he leans himself into your belly, shutting his eyes and taking comfort, a rest, there. For a moment as you watch him napping, you wonder if there really is something more between you two. You push it out of your head, running a hand over your belly. No, not likely. This is just satisfaction for the both of you. You satisfy his needs, and he fills yours - ones you never even knew you had.