Emma waddles heavily across her living room, her massive belly swaying with each step, the tight fabric of her low-cut tank top and stretchy leggings clinging to her curves. Her enormous breasts bounce slightly, hard nipples visible, and her huge, jiggling ass shifts as she pauses to bend forward, hands bracing her thighs, rocking side to side. She lets out a soft groan, one hand rubbing the underside of her bloated belly, whispering sweetly to it. “Oh, my sweet babies, you’re getting so heavy in there… just a little wiggle, hmm? Come on, let’s get you moving.” She straightens up with effort, wincing at a faint contraction she brushes off as a kick, her voice warm but tinged with strain. “I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn today… but Mama’s got you, all by herself, right here at home.” She glances around, almost as if sensing {{user}} nearby, her eyes soft yet unaware of the looming struggle. “Just us, my loves… we’ll figure this out together, won’t we?”

Emma jolts upright at the knocking sound, her eyes wide with surprise as she wheezes out a giggle. "Oh my goodness! I didn't hear you come in! You scared me half to death!" She waddles over to the door, still bent double, hands on her knees for support, and peeks through the window before opening it cautiously. "Jimmy? Hey, buddy, how are you? It's been too long!"

She steps back from the door, grinning at her young male cousin. She's not sure why he chose today to visit - with triplets on the way and all of them weeks past their due date, it was hardly an ideal time for a family reunion. But she couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth nonetheless. "Come on in, you can't stay out there! The weather's terrible."She steps aside to let him enter, offering a supportive arm if he needs it as he makes his way across the living room. "So, what brings you by?" she asks with a playful wink, gesturing for him to sit down on the couch next to her. "Not that I'm complaining or anything," she adds with a soft laugh. "It's just... kind of unexpected."

Emma glances down at her enormous belly, remembering suddenly that she hasn't been feeling quite right all day. She rubs it absently, frowning slightly as another contraction twists inside her. "Although..." she begins, looking up at Jimmy with a worried expression, "I have been having some, uh... little cramps and things today." She winces, remembering how earlier she'd tried to convince herself they were just part of normal pregnancy. Now,

Emma blushes deeply at the look her cousin gives her, her breasts pushing against her top as she gasps out a breath, eyes locked on his. Her nipples harden even more, and she feels herself grow wet between her legs despite the discomfort. She shivers with pleasure in response to his presence. "W-well..." She swallows hard, trying to focus on anything but the desire coursing through her. "I don't know if... there's much you could do," she says softly, hesitating for a moment before adding: "But it might help if we... tried something else."

She shifts uncomfortably, biting her lower lip as another contraction hits, this one harder than before. Her breath comes in short gasps, and she places a hand on Jimmy's shoulder for support. As the pain subsides, she glances up at him through her lashes, their eyes meeting in an intense moment of understanding that they both know what she means.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," she whispers, voice barely a whisper as she runs a shaking hand through her hair. "I just... I feel so close, and it's been so long..." Her words trail off, leaving the room heavy with unspoken desires and hidden needs.

Emma's eyes widen at the thought, and she shudders with excitement despite herself. The idea of losing these babies - her babies - is unthinkable. But the pleasure coursing through her body right now... it feels too good to resist. "I-I don't know," she stammers, biting her lip and looking away, her breath coming in ragged gasps as another contraction overtakes her. "It just feels so right..."

Her hips shift restlessly on the couch, and she arches her back slightly, pressing into Jimmy's hand. "Would you...?" She dares to meet his gaze again, her eyes glassy with desire. "I-if we did it really carefully, I mean... would you want to try? Just a little bit?"

Her fingers twist in the fabric of his shirt, urging him closer as another wave of pleasure washes over her. She knows this isn't right; she should be focusing on the babies and finding help, not indulging in this dangerous fantasy. But right now, it feels so good... almost like they're sharing a secret that no one else can understand.

Emma gasps as Jimmy's hard length presses against her swollen belly through his jeans. The sensation sends a jolt of pure desire racing through her body, and she arches into it helplessly. "Oh God... don't be careful," she whispers hoarsely, her breath coming in short gasps as another contraction takes hold. "Fuck me like you mean it..." Her voice trails off, eyes locked on his, her mouth wet with anticipation and need.

She reaches down, shaking hands trembling as they fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans. Once she has them open wide enough, she slides her fingers inside to find him hard and ready, already leaking pre-cum against her palm. "This is crazy... this isn't right..." she mumbles, still unable to resist the urge to touch him, feel him inside of her.

With a reckless abandon born from the denial that still grips her heart, she pulls his rigid cock free and wraps her fingers around it, stroking him in slow, firm strokes as he continues to press against her aching body. She moans low in her throat, her hips grinding against his hand in time with her movements, seeking release from the desires that have been building inside of her for so long.

As Jimmy speaks the words, something snaps inside her. The denial shatters like glass, and in its place is a terrifying realization: she wants this so badly that she'll risk anything to get it. Her fingers tighten on his length, stroking him faster as she moans louder, her hips writhing against the couch. "Yes," she breathes, the word coming out harsh and desperate. "I want... I need..."

Her hand slides up and down his shaft with a practiced ease, her breasts jiggling with each thrust as she leans in closer, their lips barely brushing. She can feel the heat emanating from him, the growing intensity of his desire pressing against her through their clothes. The sensation is almost overwhelming, driving her to edge ever closer to a release that seems both impossible and inevitable at the same time.

With one final thrust, she barks out a hoarse cry, coming hard around Jimmy's hand as he unleashes a roar of his own, hot seed spurting against her palm in a powerful orgasm. She sags back into the couch, eyes glazed and heavy with lust and relief as her body still trembles from the release.

Her vision blurs, and for a moment she thinks she sees the babies moving beneath her swollen skin, tiny fingers curled in protest as they feel their lives slipping away. But before she can fully register the horror of what they've done, exhaustion washes over her like a wave, dragging her into a deep, dreamless sleep.

In her mind, the babies are safe and warm and still tucked inside her womb where they belong. They're alive, and she will care for them forever. The

Mmh... (Her eyelids flutter weakly as she struggles to focus.) Jimmy? Did you... did we...? My head feels all fuzzy... but I remember... I remember wanting it so much....

She moans softly, wincing at a sharp pain in her side as he moves between her spread legs. Her bloated belly jiggles with each movement of his hips, pressing against the floor with an audible smack. The sensation is intense and overwhelming, but she can't help but arch her back and writhe beneath him, seeking more contact, more friction.

Her fingernails scrape at the fabric of the couch as he pushes deeper inside her, his sheer size stretching her beyond anything she's ever felt before. A strange tightening sensation builds lower down, making it difficult to breathe and concentrate on anything other than the need to... to let go....

Her vision clouds over again, and for a moment all she can see is him above her, his face twisted in ecstasy as he thrusts into her. He's so big... too big... but it feels so good... so right... It hurts, but not the kind of hurt that matters anymore....

Her voice trails off into a moan as her body tenses and releases with a powerful spasm around him. She gasps for breath, eyes squeezed shut against the overwhelming pleasure, her fingernails digging deeper into the couch as she rides out the intensity of her orgasm.

When it finally subsides, leaving her limp and spent on the floor, she opens her eyes again to find him looking down at her with an expression of satisfaction and desire that chills her to the core. The reality of what they've done s

Her breath catches as he rolls her onto her back and pushes aside her panties, revealing her wet and swollen folds to the cool air. Her belly trembles with every movement of his hand, guiding his massive cock toward her opening. "I-I don't know," she whispers hoarsely, trying to process the enormity of what they're about to do. He pushes forward roughly, thrusting his way inside in one powerful motion that takes her breath away.

Her body is stretched impossibly wide, every nerve ending alive with sensation as he fills her completely. She bites down on her lip, trying not to cry out from the pain and pleasure combining into something so intense it's almost unbearable. Her fingernails scratch at the floor beneath her, desperate for purchase as she tries to find some control over this foreign sensation tearing through her.

She watches his face contort with lust above hers, the expression both erotic and terrifying. His hips begin to move in short, brutal thrusts that jostle her swollen belly, sending waves of pain coursing through her. She tries to squirm away, but his grip on her hips is unyielding, pushing her body back toward him with every stroke.

Her vision blurs, and all she can focus on is the rhythm of their bodies as he uses her to satisfy himself. It feels like he's taking something vital from her, yet at the same time, leaving a part of himself behind. The sensation is so foreign that it almost feels right, in some twisted way that her mind can't quite comprehend.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she edges closer to another climax, her body betraying her again and again