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Come to think of it, Geto supposed he should have checked on Gojo more often. The wailing woke him up early in the morning. Well, it was more of a long, drawn out moan coming from the cellar. Geto knew he was a little crazy for keeping Gojo locked in the basement, but he couldn’t help himself, he’d never find anyone like Gojo again.
But it was about time he popped the damn things out.
Gojo hadn’t been to good fuck in months. The second his belly started growing he shut his legs tight and Geto had to practically pry them open to get his dick wet. Another long moan rolled through the house and Geto got out of bed. He should go check on the Omega before anyone complained about the noise. He walked downstairs to the kitchen and threw aside the rug covering the hatch to the basement. He pulled hard, the metal creaked and thudded on the ground and climbed down the ladder. There was no way Gojo could escape the cellar; It was a concrete box underground with only one ladder going up and down that Gojo hadn’t been able to climb in months.
Gojos’ scent filled his nose the second he put his feet down. It was thick with distress and pain, but was so sweet and milky. Geto turned around and his eyes fell on the Omega. Gojo was curled up in a small ball in the corner. His skeletal frame curled around his massive belly. The skin was pulled taut over the protrusion and Geto could see them kicking and turning inside him.
“Getoooo…” Gojo groaned, he was covered in sweat and was sitting in a puddle of his own filth. Piss and slick and amniotic fluid, and a little blood lazily oozing from his swollen, wrecked pussy. After another long groan, Gojo whimpered to catch his breath, “No no no… not now…”
“Miss me?” Geto grinned. He couldn’t help but feel a type of pride seeing Gojo like this. Reduced to such a shameful image.
“No- not now…” The Omega whimpered, slipping in his own fluids and struggling to get away from Geto. The Alpha only came down here to do one thing and he’d done so at the worst time. Gojo had two pups in him that needed to get out now .
“Satoru, what do we have here?” Geto purred, drinking him in, “Are we having a hard time?”
“ Fuck you!” Gojo hissed, gasping as another contraction pushed through him. Geto frowned, clicking his tongue and putting his hand to Gojo’s cheek. The Omega leaned into the touch and exhaled softly, catching his breath.
“Let’s get you to bed, okay?” Geto hummed, standing and walking to the pipe Gojo was huddled against. How long ago did he tie him here? What did he do to lose the privilege of his bed? Geto didn’t remember, but he liked hearing Gojo beg him for something.
“Please, yes, Alpha- hurts so much, please.” Gojo whimpered.
Geto unclipped his leash from the pipe and immediately Gojo tried to push himself to his feet but he hadn’t used his little legs for so long he collapsed. Geto could have laughed, he was so cute. Gojo landed face down, ass up, belly keeping his spine from sagging and since Geto kept him completely naked his sweet little pussy was on display.
“Aww, Satoru, can you not walk?”
Of course, he couldn’t. Just look at him. Gojo was both the biggest and smallest he’d ever been. He was well over nine months pregnant with his girls and was finally going into labor. His belly was huge and swollen and bulged so far out in front of him he could barely stand. But Geto fed him so little he was practically skin and bones. Aside from his enormous belly and his small tits, he was so thin he’d lost all his muscle mass.
Gojo just cried and shook his head. He couldn’t do this. Not now. Geto was such an asshole. He hated him and he’d never forgive him. His Alpha was being so mean !
“ No you asshole! ” Gojo whimpered, he hiccuped and another gush of fluid poured out of his sloppy cunt.
Geto laughed, he’d come down at the perfect time.
He grabbed Gojo by the collar and dragged him to the other side of the room where a dirty, old mattress laid shoved into the corner. Gojo kicked and clawed at Geto’s hands, but he was too weak to fight him off. His butt dragged on the concrete and he yelped, scrambling to the mattress once Geto dragged him close enough.
Geto shoved Gojo down, and he fell comically on the bed. He laid on his back, his huge belly obscuring his face from Geto’s view and his legs splayed wide open, his pussy engorged and gaping open. Geto salivated, he was really close, wasn’t he?
“M’ hungry,” Gojo says. Geto puts a hand on his skinny thigh, sneaking up to his pussy. He whmpered when Geto shoved two fingers inside him, he tried to clench down on them but he was too open. Suguru’s cock throbbed in his pants.
“I’ll feed you after this.” It’s a lie.
Geto shoves his hand deep inside Gojo’s core and he screams.
“Quiet!” Geto snaps,
“ Hurts hurts hurts- ” He cries senslessly. Geto digs his nails into Gojo’s walls and the Omega’s jaw snaps open to scream but no sound comes out. His body’s all tense and shaking, it turns Geto on, he looks like he’s orgasming.
“You look so pretty, Satoru~” Geto purrs and moans himself when a contraction pushes through Gojo. He can feel the walls of his vagina trying to force his hand out. God . Gojo was a godsend. He didn’t know what he planned on doing once Gojo had his pups, but he knew for damn sure he was getting him pregnant again.
“Get out!” Gojo wailed, kicking his little legs and punching his little fists into the bed. Geto wiggled his hand in deeper and snickered when Gojo gasped and moaned, a wave of slick fluids gushing out of him.
“Shut up, Satoru, you’ll wake everyone up.”
Geto prodded his cervix and Gojo gagged. He played with the spongy opening, it was his favourite toy. It was almost wide open from labor, too. He loved how it made Gojo scream and writhe. Before he got pregnant Geto used to plug his cervix. He’d leave a huge pole in him for hours on end, thicker than a coke can, just keeping him speared.
Gojo gagged and threw up, hands clutching his belly.
“M’ too full- please, stop-”
Geto ran a strong finger around his cervix, “They’re in there, right? Just past this?”
“Leave them alone,” Gojo panted, a strong kick knocking the wind out of him.
“I can’t wait to meet them, Satoru, do you need help getting them out?”
“Don’t touch them!” He wailed, trying to push Geto’s hand out with the next contraction. Then Geto’s eyes widened and it was his turn to gasp. His fingers were just a few centimetres past Gojo’s cervix when soft, wet skin pushed against him.
“Aww, they’re saying hi~”
Geto wanted to wrap his hand around its head and rip it out but the hemorrhaging might kill him. Plus, he still wanted to fuck this pussy before Gojo lost his belly. Geto couldn’t get enough of him like this. His stomach was absurd, maybe next time he was pregnant Geto could get triplets or quadruplets, then Gojo would really just be Geto’s fuck doll.
Geto pushed its head deeper into Gojo’s belly and the Omega cried helplessly.
“Don’t touch her! Get your hands off her!”
“Her?” Geto mocked, “Are we having little girls, Satoru?” He rubbed the taut skin of his belly, feeling the ‘girls’ kick against him.
Geto pulled his hand out, scraping his nails down the sides of Gojo’s cunt. He screamed and sobbed and once his hand was out, covered in blood and slick, Geto fisted a hand in Gojo’s hair and smacked his head against the wall.
“Shut up!”
“Hurts- hurts- Suguru-” He pleaded, delirious from the pain.
Geto pulled his cock out of his pants, hard and begging to fuck Gojo’s pussy.
“No-” Gojo started, “Please- use my mouth, I’ll suck you off, please-”
Geto clicked his teeth, “I’ll use your mouth after, I want your cunt now.”
He thrust inside him and Gojo wailed again, belly rolling with contractions. They were constant now. Gojo’s body was trying to push their pups out no matter what was lodged inside him. Geto moaned when Gojo pushed again, his cock being envelopped and squeezed by the best fucking feeling ever.
“Fuck- keep pushing-” He moaned, hips staggering as he fucked Gojo’s bloody cunt.
Gojo pushed him out until just the head of his cock was plugged inside him and once it passed he thrust right back in. He grabs Gojo’s little cocklet and it spasmed in his hands. Geto liked Gojo’s cocklet but it could be better. It was a little big and he didn’t like his balls. Even if they were just small marbles below his little dick Geto wanted them gone. Maybe he could get rid of them once Gojo was done with the pregnancy. Maybe Gojo would even keep his little tits once he was done breastfeeding.
“You’re a monster.” Gojo cried.
Geto moaned when Gojo pushed again. He was overwhelmed by the pressure, fuck , was it more than the last one? Gojo’s eyes were scrunched shut and his jaw was wide open, gasping softly, his throat raw from screaming. Geto couldn’t keep himself from coming and before he knew it he’d knotted Gojo’s pussy. By instinct the Omega clenched down on him and milked him for his cum, and that’s when Geto felt it. Something just kissing the tip of his cock.
“I can feel her,” Geto purred, licking the dark line on Gojo’s belly and kissing his belly button, “Keep pushing, Satoru.”
“I can’t!” He wailed,
“You can, you’re the strongest, right?”
“Fuck you!” Was all he could scream. Geto had robbed him of that title. Gojo stopped being the strongest the minute Geto locked him in the cellar.
“Push, Satoru, she’s begging to come out,”
“ Hurts- I can’t- Suguru-” He sobbed and Suguru shook his head.
“Pathetic.”
He pushed down on the top of Gojo’s belly and moaned, feeling one of his stupid pups starting to push him out. He couldn’t wait to see Gojo push out his knot. It would be so lewd.
“Pull out- pull out pull out!” Gojo screeched, unable to keep himself from pushing.
Geto moaned, it was the best feeling ever. Beyond heavenly and so sexy. He watched his knot forcefully bulge out of Gojo’s cunt and could have laughed seeing the little head that immediately followed. Geto put two fingers against the crown and pushed it back in.
“No.” Gojo sobbed, hiccuping and vomiting on the side of the bed again. He was so full.
For the next ten minutes Geto pushed his baby back in every time Gojo tried to push her out. He labored relentlessly, his contractions constant and unforgiving. He soaked the mattress, his body was so confused. He just kept sobbing and vomiting.
“I hate you- I hate you!” He screamed.
When Gojo’s belly rolled again Geto winced. The feet and hands pushing out of the taut skin was creepy. He wasn’t done having fun, but he’d have to wait until Gojo’s next pregnancy to fuck with him anymore. If he left Gojo’s pups in him too long they’d die.
“Okay, push, Satoru.”
“I’ve been pushing!” He shouted, snotty nosed and teary eyed, but he couldn’t argue anymore when he needed to push again. Geto couldn’t help but giddily laugh seeing the pup come screaming and crying out of Gojo’s pussy. Remarkably silently, Gojo got the first one out. He pushed and pushed and pushed and then she was expelled from his body and started wailing on the ruined mattress.
Geto blushed, snickering at the baby. Somehow Gojo was right about the sex, and she came out covered in Geto’s cum from when he spilt himself inside Gojo’s laboring pussy.
“Come on, next one.” Geto smirked, patting Gojo’s somewhat deflated but nevertheless pregnant stomach.
“Can’t- I can’t, Suguru, not yet…” He mumbled, catching his breath, the afterbirth of his first baby just plopped out of him.
The first baby started crying and Geto stared at her.
“Let me see her…” Gojo mumbled, “Please, let me see her, Suguru.”
Geto sighed. He didn’t want to give Gojo his baby, but he didn’t know what to do with it either. He picked her up and laid her on Gojo’s chest. He sighed in relief when she latched onto his tit and started eagerly drinking.
“I think the other one wants out.” Geto said, looking at Gojo’s swollen belly.
“No- Suguru, she’s not ready.”
“She is.” He decided, and reached into his pussy again. Gojo wailed and moaned, crying as his daughter suckled his chest. Geto was astounded at how deep in she still was. He reached into Gojo’s cervix and wrapped a hand around her head, “Come on, Satoru, push.”
Gojo didn’t respond, he just gargled absentmindedly, hiccuping and sobbing. Geto pulled her out of his cervix, he tried to be gentle but there was no promising anything. He eased her head through his cervix and pushed down on Gojo’s belly. He vomited again and Suguru swore if Gojo passed out he’d kill it. Gojo only needed one baby. Actually, he didn’t need any at all. This was all out of the kindness of Geto’s heart.
Once in the birth canal he looked at Gojo again, “Push, Satoru.”
Gojo started weakly pushing, “I can’t.” He sobbed, “I’m not having contractions anymore.”
“Then push her out yourself.” He deadpanned, “Or should I fuck her out?”
“No!” Gojo yelped. He pushed as hard as he could and soon enough his contractions picked up again. His first baby had slipped off his chest once she’d drunk her fill and was resting in the crook of his arm. Gojo felt his second baby writhe inside him and he winced. He grit his teeth and bore down again, pushing as hard as he could.
“That’s it, Satoru, keep pushing.” Geto praised and Gojo didn’t respond, just sobbing gently and pushing.
“I can’t wait for you to heal from this, I’ll get you pregnant again, you’ll forget what it’s like to not be full of my pups.”
Gojo wished he was dead. This was hell. This was worse than hell. He didn’t stop pushing until he felt her crowning and he gasped in relief for a moment.
“How do you like that? Being big and pregnant forever? So big you can barely move, like you’ll burst at any minute?”
If there was a way Gojo could kill himself, he would have, but Geto made sure there was no way he could. Who knows, he might starve if he isn't beaten to death first.
“I’ll wreck your pussy, Satoru. I’ll keep you sopping and plugged up like a good little Omega, just begging for my cock.”
Gojo screamed and pushed a final time, feeling his daughter leave his body. He felt so empty. So fucking raw. His pussy was on fire and his entire body ached. Suguru put his second daughter on his chest and she suckled his tit, hungry and crying, sloppily spilling milk everywhere.
Geto watched as the second afterbirth slopped out of Gojo’s open pussy. He threw them both to the side of the room and they hit the ground with an offensive squelch. He debated leaving Gojo with the babies tonight, but Geto didn’t want them to die overnight. He didn’t think Gojo would live for long if they died. Once Gojo passed out, he lifted the girls in his arms and carried them back upstairs. Closing the hatch to the cellar and covering it back up with the rug.
He set the girls down on his bed and grabbed his phone as they quietly fussed for their mother. Geto dialed a number and waited for them to pick up.
“Geto?” Shoko’s voice was exhausted and suspicious, “It’s 4 am. What do you want?”
“I need your help. I have an Omega here you need to check out.”
Shoko sighed, “I’ll be right over.”