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Rin could barely breathe properly, the air coming out in short, hoarse gasps with every deep thrust Bunny gave him. His whole body trembled on the messed-up bed, thighs spread as wide as possible, ass raised high like an offering, like a plea.
Bunny gripped his hips firmly, fingers digging into the flesh, marking his territory, as he slammed in to the hilt and pulled out almost completely, only to drive back in harder, as if he wanted to etch into Rin that he now belonged entirely to him.
Rin’s belly, heavy and round, swayed with every movement. Two children. Two. It was no longer just a promise fulfilled,it was two little sons.
“You remember, don’t you?” Bunny murmured against the sweaty nape of Rin’s neck, his voice low, almost a growl. “Remember what you begged me for that day… when you were on your knees, crying, pleading for your brother not to die.”
Rin moaned loudly. He remembered. He remembered every word.
He remembered begging every god to save Sae, but only one answered,a mad one eager to continue his lineage, truly willing to save someone and perform the miracle of making a man pregnant.
Making Rin bear his babies.
“I gave you everything you wanted,” Bunny continued, thrusting deep and staying there, slowly grinding his hips, torturing him. “I saved Sae. Made him walk again, play again, live as if he’d never been sick. And you… you gave yourself to me. Like now.”
Rin tried to speak, but only a muffled moan came out against the pillow. He couldn’t deny it anymore. He didn’t want to. Every time Bunny filled him like this,deep, possessive.
“Look at you…” Bunny chuckled low, one hand sliding down to caress Rin’s swollen belly, feeling the weight, the life inside. “Carrying my sons like a good, loyal bitch.”
Rin turned his face into the pillow, eyes watery, but his body betraying him completely, clenching tight around Bunny’s cock.
It had started some time ago. The first time was nothing like Rin had imagined.
The temple smelled of ancient incense and rain. Candlelight flickered over Rin’s naked body, lying on his back on the altar draped in scarlet cloth. His skin prickled with goosebumps, nipples hard, thighs trembling with a mix of anticipation and fear.
Rin thought it would be quick. One fuck. Just one. The seed of a god, he thought, had to be enough. It had to be potent enough to impregnate even a male body on the first try. That’s what he needed to believe.
Bunny knelt between his spread legs. Long fingers slid warm oil over the virgin entrance, pushing in slowly,one, two, three,curling with cruel precision until they found the spot that made Rin arch violently and spill his first orgasm untouched, thick white jets streaking his own chest.
The god’s mouth descended right after, swallowing the moans, tongue deep and possessive while the fingers kept working, stretching, softening, preparing.
When the cock finally pressed in, the thick head forcing its way, Rin was already limp from pleasure, his body accepting what would have torn him before. Bunny sank in centimeter by centimeter, slow, relentless, until their hips met and Rin’s belly visibly bulged around the invasion.
The first long thrust ripped another orgasm from him, stronger, his channel spasming around the divine shaft. Bunny didn’t stop. Pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, rhythmic, deep, each stroke hitting Rin’s prostate with brutal accuracy.
Rin came again and again, body convulsing out of control, tears streaming down his temples, mouth open in silent screams. The oil and pre-cum eased the slide, the wet sounds echoing loudly in the temple’s silence.
They shifted positions without hurry. Rin on his stomach, hips raised, legs spread wide. Bunny covered him completely, chest pressed to back, now pounding hard and fast, belly slapping against ass with loud smacks. Each thrust forced the air from Rin’s lungs, making his already cum-filled belly sway heavily.
Another orgasm, dry this time, his body shaking so hard his legs gave out. Bunny held him in place and kept going,deep, deep, deep,until his own release came, hot and abundant, flooding so much that thick streams leaked down Rin’s thighs and dripped onto the altar.
Bunny stayed inside, palm spread over the belly, feeling the heat, the weight. Rin was wrecked, limp, eyes glazed, body still pulsing with aftershocks. The scent of sex and incense hung thick in the air.
Rin collapsed sideways on the altar, every muscle trembling like he’d run a marathon. His belly was still flat, but inside it felt full, heavy, Bunny’s hot cum shifting as if it had a mind of its own. Almost nothing leaked out, his hole throbbed but held everything, as if his body already knew it couldn’t waste a single drop.
He took a deep breath, eyes half-closed. Strong hands grabbed his hips and flipped him onto his stomach without ceremony. Rin didn’t even have the strength to resist, his face sank into the scarlet cloth, ass lifted again, thighs forced apart by knees that weren’t his.
Bunny leaned over him, cock still rigid, sliding along the entrance, base coated in thick creamy cum.
His voice was low, amused. “You really think we’re done, Rin?”
Without waiting for an answer, he pushed back in,whole, in one slow, merciless thrust that tore a long, hoarse moan from Rin’s throat.
“Until this belly is truly full,” Bunny continued, pounding deep with every word, each thrust pushing the previous load even deeper. “Until you don’t waste a single drop of my seed, our deal isn’t complete.”
Rin tried to brace himself on his elbows, but his body wouldn’t obey. He could only moan, his channel spasming around the cock that filled him completely again.
“Don’t worry,” Bunny whispered against his nape, hips now slamming hard, wet sounds echoing through the empty temple. “Your useless brother won’t die. I said I’d heal him, and I will. But you’ll only be sure once I’ve filled you properly.”
That night Bunny didn’t stop. He took Rin in every position he wanted, always keeping his cock plugged inside, always thrusting deeper, deeper, until Rin’s belly felt a little heavier, a little fuller, even if nothing showed on the outside yet.
When the sun rose, Rin could barely walk. Bunny carried him to the car and laid him in the back seat.
It was no surprise when, the next day, Rin opened his apartment door and found Bunny already inside.
He was leaning against the living-room wall, arms crossed, completely at ease, as if he had a key,and maybe he did, Rin never knew how the bastard got in. Wearing only low-hanging gray sweatpants, bare chest, messy hair, a lazy smirk on his face.
Rin was still limping a little, legs shaky. His face heated just remembering.
“You… how did you get in here?” he asked, but his voice came out weak, no real bite.
Bunny uncrossed his arms and stalked toward him with slow, predatory steps.
In the hospital, Sae was still in his room, hooked to machines, pale but alive. Rin visited every day, sat by the bed, held his brother’s cold hand, and forced a smile while trying to ignore the strange warmth low in his belly and the feeling that something inside him was… changing.
Because Sae breathed better with every visit.
Because the doctors spoke of inexplicable improvement.
Rin didn’t understand what Bunny was doing, he only knew it was working. Weeks of nightly visits from Bunny passed, and Rin wondered if it wasn’t too much, if it wasn’t excessive.
Every day at the hospital, the doctors grew more confused, more excited. Sae’s tests showed impossible improvements,cancer cells vanishing, organs recovering, strength returning to his legs. Rin arrived with his heart in his throat, sat by the bed, held his brother’s hand, who could now smile back,weak, but alive.
And every night, Bunny appeared.
At first Rin still tried to fight, pushing against the broad chest, insisting he’d already given enough. But the first time Bunny showed up after Sae’s marked improvement, Rin simply ran to him and hugged him hard, face buried in the god’s warm chest. He stayed there trembling until embarrassment crept up his neck.
Bunny didn’t laugh. He just looked serious for a second, then gently stroked Rin’s hair with a tenderness that didn’t match what came after.
Because after that, he never stopped.
He learned about humans far too quickly. He had a phone now, scrolled through social media with an expression that said he found it all ridiculous, but memorized every useful discovery. And the most useful discoveries came from inside Rin’s body.
He learned that Rin went crazy when his nipples were pinched, twisted, sucked until red and swollen. Learned that if he shoved his tongue deep into a freshly-fucked hole, Rin moaned so loud he had to bite the pillow to handle the electricity. Learned that if he ate that ass with real hunger, licking inside and out, Rin came untouched, legs shaking so hard he face-planted into the mattress.
Rin never admitted he loved it. He’d just blush and try to push Bunny’s head away. Bunny would only laugh and dive back in deeper.
The big, quiet house became his territory.
He fucked Rin in the hallway, the kitchen, the living room with the curtains wide open. Once the night guard did rounds and decided to check on Rin. The pregnant man heard footsteps and panicked, tried to run, but Bunny yanked him behind the half-open door, still buried to the hilt. Rin barely managed to poke his head out, sleepy-faced, voice shaking.
“Hi…”
The guard frowned,probably because Rin was flushed, sweaty, eyes wide, voice cracking at the end. Probably because behind the door Bunny deliberately thrust deep, right into his prostate, while kneading his soft tits, and Rin rolled his eyes so hard he nearly collapsed.
The guard wished him good night and left. Rin nearly cried from shame. Bunny came inside him right there, laughing low in his ear.
And there were days they lost all sense of time.
Bunny would show up in the late afternoon, throw Rin onto the bed, and only stop when the sun was rising again. Then Rin had to scramble to get ready, legs wobbling, underwear sticking to his ass from the cum still leaking out. He’d sit in the car praying he wouldn’t stain the leather seats and drive to the hospital.
He’d arrive clean-faced, hair combed. Sit beside Sae, hold his hand, smile while his brother talked about the amazed doctors, all while feeling Bunny’s cum slowly sliding out, soaking his underwear, trickling down his thighs.
Sae squeezed his hand back, stronger every day. Rin just smiled, face burning. Because every drop still inside him was the guarantee Sae would be okay.
And Bunny felt the exact second Rin fulfilled his side of the promise.
He was lying on his back in Rin’s bed, the human half-asleep on top of him, head on his chest, when it happened,a hot, almost electric snap deep in the still-flat belly. Bunny froze. The fingers idly playing in dark-blue hair stopped. He slowly slid his hand down, palm spreading over the warm skin just below the navel, and felt it, two tiny sparks pulsing in perfect sync with his own divine heart.
Two.
Two sons.
Bunny’s entire body reacted before his mind did. He turned ridiculously clingy for an ancient god,glued himself to Rin like a barnacle, never letting go. Slept with his hand on the belly, woke with his hand on the belly, sat on the couch with Rin in his lap and his hand on the belly. He stopped disappearing entirely. His presence was constant, warm, heavy. If Rin went to the bathroom, Bunny followed. If Rin went to the kitchen for water, Bunny followed. If Rin breathed, Bunny was there sniffing his neck.
Sae left the hospital on a sunny morning, walking on his own, no crutches, no pain. The doctors were baffled. The press called it a miracle. Sae just smiled, hugged Rin tight, and went home. Started light training, then hard, then like before. His whole life back,contracts, travel, spotlights. Everything his little brother had paid for with his own body, night after night.
Rin helped. Brought food, organized schedules, stayed late watching Sae relearn how to live.
Bunny stayed quiet on those days. Quiet, but never far.
At night, when Rin came home exhausted, Bunny was already in bed, shirtless, waiting. He didn’t fuck like before,he couldn’t. He’d spent months pumping that human body full of divine seed, reshaping it inside, choosing exactly where the babies would implant,a safe, protected place that wouldn’t hinder Rin’s movements, wouldn’t hurt him, wouldn’t stop him from living. A perfect womb, created just for him, just to carry what was his.
But now that two tiny hearts were there, he only spooned him, one possessive hand covering the entire belly, nose buried in Rin’s hair, breathing deep.
Rin still didn’t know there were two.
He thought it was just one. Thought the belly would take longer to show.
And when the belly grew too fast to hide.
In the blink of an eye, his old shirts no longer fit. Rin switched to oversized hoodies and stopped visiting Sae’s house. He called every day, sent voice messages, followed every check-up and training session by phone, but in person he vanished. Sae found it strange, kept trying to schedule lunch, and Rin made excuse after excuse. He didn’t want his brother to see him like this. Sae had only met Bunny twice and both times thought he was just “the guy Rin is hooking up with.” Never asked more.
At Rin’s house, it was a different world.
Rin’s breasts had swollen so much they ached when fabric brushed them. Heavy, full, nipples always hard and sensitive. No milk yet, but Bunny refused to accept that. He spent hours obsessed,massaging with warm oil until the skin gleamed, kneading hard until Rin arched and moaned, sucking until purple marks bloomed, biting lightly just to hear the hoarse sound from Rin’s throat, tugging the nipples with teeth or fingers until Rin shook all over and his cock hardened untouched.
It was Rin who asked to stop real fucking.
“No… it’ll hurt him.”
Bunny stopped instantly. Kissed his sweaty forehead, said it was okay, he’d wait until the end.
So he invented ways. Either rubbed his cock between Rin’s thighs, coming on the curve of his ass only to push it all back in with his fingers. Or made Rin sit reverse in his lap and spent hours just grinding, kissing his neck, licking the swollen breasts until Rin came dry from pent-up arousal.
Rin craved food at 3 a.m. and Bunny appeared with three full bags. Rin wanted new clothes that didn’t squeeze the belly, and the next day the closet was stuffed with huge hoodies, button-up shirts that opened in front, elastic-waist pants. All bought with Rin’s card, of course, but Bunny chose them, dressed him afterward, spent half an hour buttoning and unbuttoning just to admire the swell of breasts and belly.
They were secondary cravings.
Rin woke in the middle of the night with his hole clenching on its own, wet, begging. He clutched the round belly with both hands, breathed deep, and swallowed the moan.
The belly was so stretched it gleamed, skin thin, a perfect heavy arc that had kept Rin from lying on his stomach for weeks. The twins moved hard,kicking, pushing, as if they already knew space was running out.
One night he broke.
He was on his side, Bunny pressed to his back, hard cock rubbing without entering, as he’d done for months. Rin trembled all over, hole clenching desperately, soaked. He turned his face into the pillow, eyes full of tears, and shoved his hips back hard, trying to swallow what wasn’t inside.
Bunny understood.
He gripped the wide hips, lifted the heavy ass, folded Rin almost in half,belly up, legs spread to the limit the swell allowed,and lined the thick head with the entrance already opening on its own.
He slammed in.
All at once. Whole. Deep. Brutal.
Rin arched so hard he nearly fell off the bed, mouth open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back. He felt the cock tear a path, stretch everything, hit a place that hadn’t existed before he carried these children. The belly swayed heavy, the twins shifted hard, but nothing hurt. Only pleasure. Only relief. Only finally.
Bunny held nothing back.
Slammed to the hilt, pulled almost out, drove back harder, wet obscene sounds loud, the bed creaking like it would break. Hands digging into hip flesh, red marks turning purple, holding the pregnant body in place while he fucked without mercy, without pause, without limit.
The belly bounced with every thrust,round, heavy, perfect. Rin could only moan hoarsely, tears streaming down his temples, nails clawing the sheets, body opening completely, surrendering completely.
This was why he was fucking so hard now.
Because Rin had begged with his entire body.
The room was hot, stuffy, the scent of sex and incense soaked into the walls.
Rin was on all fours, huge belly hanging heavy between trembling arms, knees spread as wide as the weight allowed. Bunny behind him, buried to the hilt, hips flush, unmoving, just pressing something deep that made the twins shift hard inside as if recognizing their father’s touch.
“You’re a pregnant bitch carrying our sons,” Bunny growled low, slowly grinding, the cockhead crushing that impossible spot.
Rin’s legs shook in the air, toes curling.
“How many times had you fantasized about someone breeding you like this?”
A single brutal thrust to the root.
“I never…” another thrust that made Rin arch completely “…had even kissed anyone before you.”
Bunny pulled out all at once, the cock exiting with a filthy wet sound.
Rin came instantly, untouched, thick ropes staining the sheets, body convulsing, hole winking empty.
It was true.
Rin had never kissed anyone. Never fucked. Only jerked off when the need became unbearable,quick, boring, never fantasizing about anything beyond relief. Until Bunny.
He stared, stared, stared, as if seeing Rin for the first time.
As if he’d just realized the body he’d opened, shaped, filled with his children… had never been touched by anyone else.
“Why did you stop?” The voice came out desperate, almost tearful. Rin was already shoving two of his own fingers into his gaping ass, spreading himself wider, showing the red, creamy inside. “Fuck me… it’s empty…”
Bunny stood frozen for a second, staring in disbelief at the pregnant body offering itself.
Then he slammed in.
All at once. Whole. So deep Rin couldn’t even moan,the sound died in his throat, eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream.
So deep the twins kicked hard, visibly under the stretched skin. So deep that Rin’s heavy breasts, which had never leaked, suddenly gave. Two thin streams of white trickled from the swollen nipples, dripping onto the sheets.
Bunny growled, gripped the marked hips, and started fucking for real,nonstop, merciless, as if proving that even full, even pregnant, even after everything, Rin was still his.
And Rin could only tremble, cry from pleasure, and let the heavy belly swing with every thrust, milk flowing, ass opening wide.
The room fell quiet, only the sound of heavy breathing calming while Rin lay on his side, huge belly resting on the mattress, body glistening with sweat and milk, Bunny still inside him, unmoving, just the hot weight filling everything. Rin slowly turned his face, voice hoarse, almost a whisper.
“…plural?”
Bunny raised an eyebrow, confused, then understood. “You said sons. Plural.”
A slow smile spread across the god’s face. He slid out slowly, cock exiting with a wet sound, and immediately lowered himself, pressing his ear to the taut curve of the belly. Silence.
Then a low, almost reverent murmur. “Ah… yes. Twins.” He kissed the skin just above the navel and added, “Two boys.”
Rin’s eyes widened. Two explained everything,the absurd size, the weight that doubled every week, kicks coming from opposite sides, the milk that never stopped filling him.
In the following days Bunny became obsession incarnate. He stole his sons’ milk before they were even born. When Rin sat on the couch, Bunny crawled under the loose shirt, latched onto a nipple and sucked hard, draining the breast until Rin shook all over, moaning softly and trying to push his head away.
One afternoon Sae video-called. Rin answered sitting up in bed, loose shirt, trying to look normal while Sae excitedly talked about the next match, the coach, everything going back to normal.
Rin smiled, nodded, voice faltering now and then because Bunny was lying between his legs, entire head shoved under the shirt, nursing greedily from the left breast, hand massaging the right to draw more. The sound was muffled, but Rin felt every pull like it went straight to his soul and bit his lip until it bled to keep from moaning loud.
When the call ended, Rin yanked the shirt up, face red with anger and shame. “Are you insane?! That was Sae!”
Bunny lifted his face, lips shiny with milk, expression annoyed. “You should be grateful I’m not fucking this ass right now.” He slid both hands over the tight belly, affectionate, almost possessive. “You know how much the babies love it when I’m inside you. They kick hard, get all excited… they feel their daddy.”
Rin opened his mouth to argue, but a strong double kick exactly where Bunny’s palm rested shut him up instantly. Bunny smiled, victorious, and went back to nursing the other breast. Rin, furious and ashamed, just laid his head back on the pillow and let him, because it was true. The two boys loved it, and so did he.
Bunny felt everything.
Every tiny heartbeat, every turn, every warm hiccup from the two boys inside. He felt when they snuggled deeper, when they stretched happily, when they recognized their father’s warmth even through the womb wall. Rin’s body had been shaped for this,warm, soft, perfect, a living nest that kept his sons cozy and safe.
And hungry.
When the twins complained, Bunny knew before Rin did. He’d shove a whole plate of things he himself loved and force Rin to eat until the belly was even fuller, until the boys calmed down licking the sugar that reached them through the blood.
Rin didn’t understand.
He shouldn’t want it anymore.
The deal was paid, the babies were there, huge, almost ready. But the desire never faded.
His mouth still went down on Bunny’s cock with the same desperate hunger that Bunny went down on his breasts. He sucked deep, swallowing to the throat, drooling, moaning, as if it were milk spilling from the thick tip. Bunny gripped the hair, fucked his mouth until Rin’s eyes watered, and came staring at the heavy belly swaying between spread thighs.
They always reacted.
When Bunny was close, the twins went wild. Kicked hard, rolled, pushed the stretched skin as if trying to reach out and hug their father. Rin spent the day cradling his own belly, whispering to them, caressing every movement, but the moment Bunny touched a finger they turned into a hurricane.
Right now.
Rin was in his lap, facing away, rising and falling slowly, huge belly slapping against Bunny’s thighs with every bounce. But suddenly the twins felt their father deep, so deep, brushing that spot that stole Rin’s breath. They started kicking hard, both at once, pushing against the womb wall as if trying to get closer.
Rin froze mid-motion, impaled to the hilt, body trembling. His inner walls clenched uncontrollably, trying to hold the cock while the babies settled. He panted, hands spread on the belly, feeling every kick, every twist.
Bunny just smiled, big hands covering Rin’s, guiding them to where the boys moved most. A strong kick answered right into his palm.
Rin moaned low, thighs shaking, whole body melting with love, lust, and exhaustion.
And he stayed there, full, warm, happy, waiting for his sons to calm inside the only place in the world where they always felt at home. Bunny stayed plugged, pulsing, filling again, as if he still needed to mark his territory even after everything. The excess leaked thick down Rin’s thighs, dripping onto the sheet, but most stayed inside, hot, heavy, exactly where it belonged.
When he finally pulled out slowly, the hole gaped for long seconds,red, swollen, lazily winking. Bunny ran his thumb over it, pushing back whatever tried to escape.
Rin didn’t move. Just breathed deep, eyes closed, a silly tired smile on his face.
Bunny lay beside him, pulled the pregnant body close like a big warm doll, belly squished against him, legs tangled. His hand went straight to the belly, palm spread, feeling the boys slowly calm.
Rin thought that once Bunny had the children, he’d disappear. Vanish from his life like a bad,or good,dream, depending on the day. That he’d return to the temple or the gods or wherever those fucked-up beings went when they weren’t knocking up humans. The deal was done. Sae healed, sons conceived, born. The end.
But no.
The birth was more divine and less painful than Rin expected. He vaguely remembered golden light filling the room, Bunny murmuring ancient words against his stretched belly, a warm electric sensation spreading through his whole body. Then he blacked out. Spent most of it unconscious, floating in something that wasn’t pain but a warm, welcoming void.
When he woke, two starving babies were nursing at his breasts. Small and precious, soft warm skin, greedy mouths sucking hard, making milk gush in thick jets. Rin blinked slowly, body still limp, eyes focusing on the tiny faces latched to him. One whimpered softly between sucks, the other nursed quietly, focused, as if he already knew exactly what to do.
Bunny was right there beside the bed, sitting on the floor, looking more wrecked than Rin. Sweating cold, trembling, face pale as if he’d run a divine marathon. Still, he leaned in slowly, kissing one newborn’s rosy cheek, then the other, lips trembling in a tired smile.
Rin still had his stuffed, soft, swollen belly hanging heavy, as if the babies had come out but left an echo behind. He glared at Bunny, eyes narrowed. “Why is it still like this? Couldn’t you… fix it?”
Bunny shrugged, voice hoarse with exhaustion. “I left it as human as possible. Your body needs to recover on its own now. No magic, or it could go wrong later.”
The babies looked exactly like Bunny.
And Sae.
The bigger one had fine snow-white hair, big curious green eyes that blinked slowly, staring at the world as if he already knew secrets. The smaller one, born last, had his uncle’s reddish messy hair, along with Bunny’s intense red eyes that glowed even in the dim room light.
Rin huffed weeks later, watching them in the crib, curled together asleep, tiny hands clasped. Neither looked anything like him. Not a single trait. It was as if Bunny and Sae had conceived them in some secret pact and Rin had just been the incubator.
Bunny didn’t run. In fact, Rin now had an exhausted god sprawled on his living-room couch, legs stretched out, one arm dangling to the floor, snoring softly. The all-powerful being who had reshaped his body, filled him with seed, now slumped there like any ordinary dad, deep eye bags and a pile of dirty diapers beside him, waiting for the next feeding or midnight cry.
Rin stopped in the doorway, staring at him. His chest tightened in a strange way,not anger, not lust, something deeper, inevitable.
“You’re really not leaving, are you?”
Bunny didn’t even open his eyes, just mumbled sleepily, “Try kicking me out and see what happens.”
And Rin, for the first time, laughed softly. Because he knew he wouldn’t try.