Gangbang With The Beasts, by Bree Bellucci
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On their way home
from a pregnant yoga class Claire and Emily break down on a deserted
road in the forest. While waiting for help to arrive the women are
abducted by grotesque sex-crazed monsters. The creatures drag the women
deep into the forest to have their way with their pregnant bodies and
defile them in unimaginable ways.
The women must fuck like their lives depend on it.
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The exercise studio at
Christiana Hospital was full of panting sweaty women, with their
bulging bellies heaving up and down stressing the seams of their yoga
pants. There was soft music playing in the background, some satellite
radio Top 40 station, the latest Katy Perry song was playing for the
fifth time that hour.
“All right ladies!
That should do it for today, I am so proud of all of you, especially
the girls who look ready to pop,” shouted the yoga instructor with
a big grin across her face. She was a fit energetic woman with
bleached blonde hair pulled back in a tight pony tail that
accentuated her face lift. Emily was put off by the instructor more
often than not, perhaps it was her blatantly fake boob job and the
fact that she still wore the same sized sports bra’s she wore
before the surgery. Personalities aside, Emily had to admit that the
instructor was a great motivator and fairly knowledgeable.
Emily and Claire had
been coming to the pregnant yoga classes for the past few weeks.
Their doctor suggested that they stay active and keep exercising to
ensure that their pregnancies go smoothly. He prescribed pregnant
yoga three times a week and pregnant massages at least once a week,
Emily looked forward to the massages much more.
“Hey Em what do you
say we hit the Starbucks and get a couple of Frappuccinos?” Claire
asked, “I’m so fucking thirsty.” She wiped the sweat from her
brow and adjusted her sports bra.
“Do you have to wear
just that bra to class? You look like such a skank with those tits
popping out, you’re giving the instructor a run for her money,”
Emily jibbed.
“I suppose I should
wear a big baggy t-shirt to yoga like you? I’m sorry but just
because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t still be sexy. I need
all the positive reinforcement I can get right now and it’s nice to
know that some men would still want to fuck me even though I look
like a cow,” she defended herself. “Don’t tell me you hate when
guys stare at your body undressing you with their eyes, it makes you
feel good too.”
“Yeah I get it but
the funny thing is that there are no men in this class! It’s a
pregnant yoga class, how many men do you know that are pregnant?”
Emily laughed.
“Kiss my ass, besides
Starbucks is a couple of blocks away and I say we walk there to see
how many glances we can catch on the way.” Claire looked at Emily
up and down, checking out her best friends figure, “You still got
it Em, you’re tits are bigger than mine right now! And your ass
looks great in those yoga pants. I was talking to Jim last night and
he said that most guys find pregnant women even more attractive.”
“Funny you should
mention that, I was talking to Brandon last night and he told me that
my breasts were getting bigger because he thought they were filling
with milk. What an idiot.” She dwelled on the thought for a minute,
“But I guess it is nice that he still desires me, he certainly
looks at me differently lately but I like it.”
“See? Now take that
horrible t-shirt off you look like a trucker, and let’s go soak up
some confidence,” Claire said with an enthusiastic smile.
Emily gave in after
murmuring a few choice words under her breath. She grabbed her shirt
tails and pulled up struggling to get it over her head, Claire helped
her get the shirt the rest of the way. Her full breasts jiggled as
she pulled the shirt over her sports bra. Emily was self-conscious of
having her swollen belly bare for everyone to see. She knew that a
pregnant figure was beautiful and that no one would say anything to
her but she still wasn’t used to the transformation. She couldn’t
wait to be skinny again.
“Look at those
puppies!” Claire said a little too loudly, the instructor and a few
other women looked over at them. “Now what have you possibly got to
be ashamed of? You need to work what you got Em.” Claire did a
little sha-sha-sha mockingly.
Emily was visibly red,
“Can we just get on with it already?”
They walked over and
grabbed their bags from the bench against the wall. They exchanged
good-byes with the instructor and some of the other women and left
the studio. They hadn’t realized just how muggy and sweaty the
studio was until they opened the doors and the cool fresh air blew
over their faces.
“Damn it’s a
beautiful day out, we are getting lucky this spring with such nice
weather,” Claire observed.
“It really is a nice
day, good idea to walk to Starbucks. Let’s drop this stuff off
first and let me grab my wallet and my phone.”
The two women tossed
their bags in the car and grabbed their clutches each with their
phones and wallets inside. They walked along the sidewalk and down
the busy street, noticing the blatant stares from men passing by. A
couple of cars actually honked their horns and a few men shouted out
the window at them. Emily was mortified and she wished she had kept
her shirt on, she felt increasingly exposed just wearing the sports
bra and yoga pants. Claire on the other hand loved every minute and
she was strutting confidently with a glowing smile on her face. Her
head was held high and she was making direct eye-contact with every
man that looked her way.
They were quite a sight
walking to Starbucks with their swollen breasts barely held back by
the sports bras cradling them and their round bellies looking ready
to burst at any minute. Emily heaved a sigh of relief as they entered
the store and ordered their drinks. At least she would have the
Frappuccino to focus on during the walk back to the car.
“I’m going to kill
you for making me walk around like this, I feel like a circus freak
Claire.”
“Calm down you look
great, there are about a hundred guys that passed by already that
would fuck you on this very sidewalk if you offered it to them,”
Claire smiled cheekily. “Besides we’re almost back to the car.”
It felt like an
eternity but they finally reached Claire’s red Audi A4, she hit the
widget and unlocked the doors. Emily hurried to the passenger side,
opened the door and flung herself into the seat. Claire casually
opened the driver’s side door, winked at a guy passing by who was
holding hands with his wife, and slid into the driver’s seat.
“Ready to get out of
here?” Claire said in a coddling voice.
“Get me the fuck out
of here,” Emily said, she was visibly stressed.
They exchanged glances
and both started laughing uncontrollably as Claire pulled out of the
parking space.
The car had pep to it
and Claire had a heavy foot. Emily was too tired today to speak up
about Claire’s speeding. She turned the radio on to local Top 40
and the same Katy Perry song was playing again.
“What, do they have a
mix CD with the same five songs on it and they just pop it in to the
radio station computer and just hit repeat? We heard this song six
times in the last hour during class,” Emily complained.
“I love this song. I
don’t know what you are talking about. What’s wrong with you?”
Claire asked.
“You seem stressed out, like you need a good humping,
are you making Brandon keep it in his pants lately?”
“No, I don’t know,
I just don’t feel very sexy lately. I guess I haven’t really let
the opportunity present its self in a while.”
“Well that’s a
mistake,” Claire scoffed. “You need to have sex Em it’s the
romantic glue of the relationship. And you need to get over your
insecurities too. Brandon loves your pregnant body and would take you
in a second if you let him.”
“I know, you’re
right, maybe tonight I’ll initiate by sucking his…” Emily
stopped suddenly, bracing herself after hearing a loud pop.
The car began to swerve
and Claire slammed on the breaks, pulling the Audi off on to the side
of the road.
“Jesus Christ! Mother
fucker!” Claire screamed. “Are you okay?” She looked over at
her friend; Emily was white as a ghost.
“Yeah I’m fine,”
she managed in a small voice, “what happened to the car?”
“I’m sure it’s a
flat tire but let’s get out and take a look.”
The two women checked
for oncoming traffic and then carefully got out of the car to observe
the damage. The tire had blown on the passenger side and Emily
noticed the shreds of remaining rubber clinging to the rim.
“Christ fucker!”
Claire screamed. “How did it blow up like this? I wasn’t even
going that fast.”
Emily looked
unconvinced but held her tongue, “Well this is a minor setback
Claire but let’s take a deep breath and formulate a plan here.
Yelling and screaming like a wild person isn’t going to help at
all.”
“You’re right, I’m
going to call Jim and yell at him instead to get his ass over here
and to bring a new tire with him,” Claire said quickly.
“No Jim is at work,
don’t bother him with this, there is nothing he can do right now. I
have a AAA Plus membership let’s call them to send a tow truck guy
over. Maybe they can change the spare for us or tow the car to a
place that can fix it,” Emily said calmly. “But I want you to
promise me you will calm down Claire. It’s not good for the baby if
your blood pressure goes up too high.”
Claire said nothing but
folded her arms under her boobs and across her chest and leaned
against the side of the car in submission. Emily went into the car to
get her purse and pulled out her iPhone. She dialed the number for
AAA and hit send.
The two women looked
around soberly, trying to figure out where they were. They could see
nothing but dense forest on either side of the road. And since they
had pulled over, they realized not one other car had passed by.
“Hey Claire this is
Route 50 right? What is the last cross-street that we saw?” Emily
was on the phone with the dispatcher.
“Yeah this is
definitely Route 50 but I’m really bad with road names, can they go
with landmarks? If so, we’re right between a big fucking scary
forest and another big fucking scary forest. And both forests are
probably full of creatures and rapists and rats,” Claire said
sarcastically.
Emily ignored her, “Yes
ma’am I believe we are between those two roads and driving
northbound on Route 50. Let me check for a mile marker, I see one up
the road a little ways away.”
Emily trotted over to
the little green mile marker, her big belly bouncing up and down
encumbering her every step. “It’s mile marker 27. Yes,
that’s it, thank you so much. Thank you we will wait for him, 15-20
minutes?” Emily looked up at Claire and smiled, “Okay we’ll sit
tight thanks again!”
Gangbang With The Beasts, by Bree Bellucci
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