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You tried your best to hide your condition from your employer. There was no way you were going to explain it off. You figured you'd wait until the last minute then make up some excuse about weight gain. You saved up vacation time for parental leave and planned to just use that. No one knew about the mechanical monster lurking in the basement, and you knew you had to keep it that way for his safety.
Given the massive size difference between you and the father, you grew round much sooner than expected. Your apron hid your rising bump fairly well. Until one day, after a particularly hard day, you were so glad to clock out, you threw off your apron in front of Swatch instead of waiting until you got home.
Their eyebrows shot up, almost over their glasses.
"Congratulations are in order I see. I had not realized you were romantically involved with anyone."
Romantic isn't how you would have described it.
Swatch was much more tender with you after that. A consequence that you hadn't anticipated, but nonetheless aggravated you. You were a grown-ass adult, and you were not made of porcelain.
Soon you grew much too round for the head butler's comfort. You pleaded you needed the job, but Swatch felt cafe work was too strenuous for someone of your condition. Swatch was kind enough to make sure it was a paid leave, promising to lie through their beak to The Queen if she pried.
"Go. Spend time with your partner. Bask in the glow of first-time parenthood."
That wasn't a bad idea actually.
You took Swatch up on their offer of giving you quality time with your "partner". You had barely made it past the last step when you heard the clanging of racing metal.
"[ANGEL]!! MY [[Heavenly Host]]! SO GOOD TO [[Come Sight See In Our Beautfil Cungaderos]]! COME BACK TO VISIT [Lil Ol Me]!"
"Well you'll be seeing a lotta me pretty soon. Big bird upstairs gave me parental leave."
An excited squeal like tires tearing up on a road, and Neo about speared you with his nose trying to press kisses to you.
"MY [Angel] RETURN TO [[Heavenly Throne]]! I COULD JUST JUST JUST JUST !"
Steam began to pour out from him as he looped himself into overheating. From your vantage point, you could just barely reach to grab his nose and give it a tug, bringing him back to the present.
With a hard shake of his head, he cleared the glitches out, then swept his gaze, and his grin, down to you.
"COME."
He scooped you up in metal claws, skillfully avoiding nicking you with the tips, and pulled you into one of the many nests he built around the basement. Had there been a blanket, you were sure he would have tried to tuck you in. Settling back in stolen pillows, you watched as Neo dropped beside you, bracing yourself as the basement shook. His gaze was so lovestruck as it swept across your body, finally landing on your rounded belly.
"YOU'RE [[Come Along To Experience Our Great Savings]] NICELY, [Angel]!"
You pat your rounded stomach. You had to admit the look was good on you. You were caught admiring yourself every time you passed a reflective surface. You preened at the way people cooed over your baby bump. Only downside had been you couldn't show off the father along with it.
“EVERYDAY YOU GROW [[Merry-go round]] MY [[Angel]]. YOU ARE SO SO SO SO SO [ Divine ]. I NEED TO [[W O R S H I P]] YOU....”
As gently as he could muster, he set his puckered lips against the mountain you called your stomach. His massive lips covered the entire expanse, but that didn't stop him from carefully planting kisses all over, only pausing to pull back when he glitched to prevent injury to you.
By the time he fully pulled back, Neo was practically panting, steam cascading out with each exhale. You could see the hearts in his eyes and the expression was very familiar to you.
“O o0OH [Angel]. I I I I N E ED...”
You gave him a sly grin. Horny bastard. He already bred you nice and full, but he still couldn't keep his dick in pants around you. He whined and you glanced down, eyeing his cock straining the fabric beneath his armored plates.
You crooked your finger in a come hither gesture, “C'mon, babe! Can't stand to hear you whining like that. Why don't we participate in another kind of worship, hm?” You opened your legs for him, and Neo loomed over you.
He was practically drooling as he hooked a claw through the clasp of your pants and snapped off the button with a flick. Tugging with practised precision, he discarded them into the inky blackness of the basement. Not even bothering to remove your underwear, he tore an opening right down the crotch and moved the fabric aside.
“My dear if you keep ruining underwear like this, I'll be forced to go commando for the rest of my life.”
A shudder and a growl rolled through Neo, “DON'T [[Lead Me Not Into Temptation]] [[Angel]].”
His monstrous tongue slithered out, painting your thighs in saliva. You shuddered at the slimy sensation. Neo let the tip trail along your bare skin, worming its way around and flicking just shy of your mound. When you finally think he's going to start, his tongue will slip past your hips to encircle your stomach, causing your hips to buck in heady agony. He supplements the torture by slipping his massive thumbs beneath your thighs, massaging the skin where your legs meet your hips, but remaining just out of reach of your now aching sex.
Steam now pours out of Neo, the gentle heat and air stimulating you further. His tongue continues to lavish and swirl around your stomach and without touching yourself, you know you're slick and ready.
You know he's trying to hold back to tease you, but his patience is thinner than yours. You lay back and sigh, spreading your legs wider for him, signaling you're ready for him to get on with it. He takes the hint and gladly accepts the invitation. He huddles closer. As well as his massive body will fit between your spread knees.
Neo rested his chin on the ground. Finally, his tongue began to lap at you, tasting your “sweet savings” as he liked to call it. Loud hisses of steam blasted out from behind his large teeth and you swear you can see him go cross-eyed with pleasure.
With each stroke of his tongue, he prods the tip into your entrance, driving you wild and making your hips roll with need. Shifting a thumb to work at your clit, Neo finally presses the tip of his tongue to your entrance and penetrates. The purr he lets out at your taste always reminds you of those giant diesel powered tractors. The effect would make you giggle, if it wasn't for the electrifying sensation of Neo's tongue inside you. Even without your arousal aiding him, his tongue is firm, but slick with saliva, slipping into you with practiced ease. The only thing stopping you from clamping your legs together, is Neo's free hand gripping a leg steady.
He holds himself still, watching your heaving chest calm until you've fully adjusted to him. He waits for your nod, and the lights dim as Neo's eyes slip shut and he takes to thrusting his tongue in and out slowly. He removes his thumb from your clit to relieve some of the stimulation, teasing you.
You can barely see him over your monumental stomach, and you see the tip of his nose poke around the side, knowing Neo's had to tilt his head to make room for your round belly. You chuckle and pet the side of his nose, earning you a purr that rattles you from the inside. You feel the tip curl and press into that sensitive spot deep within you, and that pet turns into a hard grip, giving you leverage as you buck against Neo's face.
His claw returns, pressing to that bud of nerves and send jolts of pleasure up through you. You whine out his name and Neo takes to rubbing you.
You feel the lights of Neo's eyes shine over you, and you hear the crackle of his voice box, static-y from arousal, as he coos your praises, “MY [Heaven]. MY [Angel]. SO [[Storage Space Unavailable]]. OF SWEET LITTLE [Cherubs]. HOW MANY CAN WE FILL [Heaven] WITH? THIS CAN BE JUST THE [[Beginning]] [Angel].”
Your grip on his nose tightens and your hips thrash wildly on his tongue. The hand holding your leg releases you and takes to tracing swirling patterns across the skin of your stomach.
“PLEASE DON'T LET THIS BE OUR LAST [[Wheeling and Dealing]]. LET ME [FILL] YOU OVER AND 0VER AND OV 3 R AN D “
Neo goes rigid. His tongue curls and presses hard against your sensitive walls. You tug on his nose as your back arches. Neo snaps out his loop and steam pours from his teeth.
“YOU'RE [[CLOSE]]...” He purrs. “I CAN TELL... YOUR [[GOD]] KNOWS WHAT HIS [Angel] NEEDS... [Heaven] AWAITS YOU [Angel], [[COME]].”
It's all too much. Neo's tongue, his hands on your clit and stomach, his soft words, you being pregnant with his little “cherubs”. With a gasping groan of his name, your body and hands clench tight around Neo and orgasm wrenches through you, consuming you from within.
You hold it, arching as the aftershocks shudder through you. Then, with a huff of breath, let your body relax all at once, settling into the nest below you.
Carefully, Neo pulls his tongue out of you, chuckling at the satisfied groan you let out. Neo sways a moment before crawling up and around you, tugging you close enough so he rest that long nose under you belly. Its become his favorite way to cuddle you. Any position that allows him to nuzzle against your belly. The rumbling, content purr is like soothing white noise. It's hard to fight off the drowsiness that threatens to overtake you.
Your eyes are heavy and you can no longer keep them open. Your fingers card through locks of Neo's hair and before slipping away to peaceful sleep, you manage a soft,
“I love you, Neo.”
You don't hear his response, but his grin widens. He settles himself closer to you, and as quiet as his voicebox can manage, he returns, “I love you too, [Angel].”