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Hoyt and Mallory continued to see one another over the summer, once the twins went off to summer camp. The kangaroo wasn’t exaggerating about her libido. Roughly three times a week, Hoyt found himself in bed with her, either at his house or her apartment. It was a lot to keep up with, but Mallory was fortunately patient enough with his stamina. The more often they got together, Hoyt could feel himself lasting longer and longer in bed, often bringing his insatiable friend to climax well before he hit it himself. It was incredible feeling her orgasm around him without the slightest bit of fatigue.

What took longer to adjust to was Mallory’s more ‘adventurous’ tastes in bed. She’d done her best to ease him into it, but the first time she asked Hoyt to choke her made him stop dead in his tracks. Her collection of straps, belts, hooks, gags, leashes, and leather looked more like something Hoyt would expect from a biker bar. He spent many nights pouring over the Wikipedia pages for the different branches of BDSM and even read about twenty pages of a popular romance novel on the subject before it gave him a headache and he took it back to the library. In time, Hoyt indulged her a bit, but there was much he found too uncomfortable to perform, especially to a pregnant woman.

Over time, as the curve in Mallory’s stomach rounded out from a slight paunch into a sloping belly, Hoyt found himself drawn to it more and more often. Whenever she was on top during sex, it was always where his hands went first. When they spooned, one was always draped over her bump, drawing gentle circles over it with his fingers. When they went out to the pool, it was always the first thing his eyes caught when she came out of the water. Mallory, for her part, hardly seemed to notice it was there (aside from when she needed to pick something up), but was quick to tease Hoyt for his new fixation.

“What’s the pregnant version of a chubby chaser?” she’d asked one day while he gently walked his fingers across her domed middle. “You’re like that.”

“No I’m not,” Hoyt contested with a snort.

“A preggers…pursuer?” Mallory continued, clicking her tongue piercing against her teeth.

“I don’t seek it out. I’m not a chaser.”

“Could you manage to keep your hands off your ex?” Mallory asked. “Before she had your kids?”

“Didn’t have to,” Hoyt said, bitterly. “She hardly wanted me in the same room with her by that point. The twins were an accident, plus she was sick and angry most of the time.”

“Oh.” Mallory swallowed and scratched behind her ear. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Hoyt rolled over so he could look her in the eye and smiled. “It was a long time ago. I’m just happy you’re letting me…” He glanced aside to blush. “Well, it’s nice.”

“Dude, if the weirdest thing you’re gonna do is give me belly rubs, I’m lucky.” Mallory reached down to turn his face back toward hers and grinned wide enough to show her gums. “Trust me, I got some weird ideas all on my own.”

While much of their friendship centered around sex, Hoyt found himself helping Mallory out with Alice almost as often. She wasn’t stupid, but the older father was happy to share parenting tips it had taken him years to figure out on his own. Sometimes, he even found himself babysitting while Mallory was called out to do something at another apartment. He could never decide if living where she worked was more or less convenient than it seemed. He found himself worrying about what she would do once her second baby got too big for her to get around quickly, but figured if she could do it while pregnant with Alice, then she could do it a second time. At least she had the golf cart.

Unfortunately, once the summer was over, time got away from them. The twins spent most of the school year with their father, once school started, which left the majority of his time outside of work taking care of them. They were becoming more independent every day, especially Jackie, but still needed more of Hoyt’s attention than he could spare. Maybe, if he were younger, he could’ve balanced his responsibilities with the odd visit to Mallory’s bed, but he simply couldn’t muster up the same energy.

While Mallory had the advantage of youth on her side, she didn’t have much more time to spare. In addition to the attention she needed to give her toddler, the apartment complex she worked in always saw a huge influx of new residents after the summer, meaning she was usually working out of the house as often as in it. Hoyt wondered how she was getting along with the new baby on the way and hoped she wasn’t working herself too hard. If he knew Mallory, she would be.

The two did their best to stay in contact, trading text messages, emails, and inappropriate photos back and forth while trying to set up plans to meet that always fell through. It seemed like a vicious cycle where whenever one of them had time to spare, the other was more busy than ever. Ironically, adult life had taken over their favorite adult activity.

It was the middle of September, just as the weather was starting to cool and the leaves were turning colors. It was early in the evening, with just enough sunlight left to light the sky, but not much else. The tiny, flitting shapes of birds were soon replaced with small bats taking to the air, only distinguishable by the way they swooped toward flying insects to eat. It was getting cold enough that Hoyt was forced to wear sweatpants around the house instead of just his boxers. They made his ass itch.

He was sitting at the kitchen table in front of his laptop, working on claims adjustments he brought home from work, meaning he’d actually spent about ten minutes working on claims adjustments before playing Minesweeper for forty-five minutes. Hoyt was actually very good at Minesweeper, a fact absolutely no-one found interesting. He mostly used it to keep his hands busy while running through his schedule and mental to-do lists for the upcoming week. The mug of coffee next to his computer was going cold, but he’d never intended to drink all of it. Just enough to get some work done.

Hoyt’s phone lay face-down on the table, in the little spot between the laptop and his chest, and suddenly started to ring. The gentle vibrations his cell phone made were amplified against the wooden table and sounded more like a broken lawnmower engine. Hoyt jumped at the sound, mis-clicking and landing right on a mine that ended his game. His first thought was that Jacob or Jackelyn were ready to be picked up, but neither of them ever made phone calls, communicating only through text. It was too late for him to expect any calls from work, but when he flipped his phone over to reject the call, he glanced at the contact and felt his heart race.

“H-Hello?” Hoyt said into the phone, trying to keep his voice steady and disinterested.

“C’mon, I know you have me in your contacts,” teased Mallory’s low voice through the line. “Kept me waiting long enough.”

“Mallory! Hi! I was…I thought you might’ve been someone from work, so I…” Hoyt realized he didn’t know where he was going with the thought and swallowed. “How’ve you been?”

“Y’know. Sore. Tired. Fat. Getting fat.” Mallory paused before adding, “Horny.”

“Y-yeah? Sounds…” Hoyt cleared his throat. “Sounds rough.”

“It is what it is. New kid’s blowing me up bigger than Alice did. Kinda hot, actually. Didn’t have to wait so long to get to the good part.”

“Which…which is the good part?” Hoyt asked. Mallory laughed as an answer.

“So, here’s the thing. I’m sitting here on the couch fucking…gestating or whatever. I’ve got a movie on just for some background noise and my hand down my pants before I start thinking ‘Shit, you know who I haven’t seen in a while?’”

“Your feet?”

“HA! Fuck you.” Mallory grunted and Hoyt could hear furniture springs creaking. “Christ, can’t ever get fucking comfortable…Anyway, it’s getting hard as shit to reach between my legs right now, so I figure I might call someone to do it for me. Know anybody that can lend a hand?”

“I might know a guy,” Hoyt answered, falling back into the smooth back-and-forth teasing Mallory enjoyed. “Where’s Alice?”

“Knocked out in her crib. What about the twins?”

“Jackelyn’s at a friend’s house down the street. Said they’d be studying, but I’m not as stupid as I look.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah yeah yeah, easy bait,” Hoyt chuckled. “Jacob’s staying over with a friend of his tonight. They like to make these…these YouTube videos about…this ‘Fortright’ thing? ‘Fortnite?’ What’s it called?”

“You’re asking me? I don’t even know what movies are out right now.”

“It’s some video game thing the kids are into. I try to keep up with it, but I don’t see-”

“So basically what you’re telling me,” Mallory interrupted, “is that you’re free tonight.”

Hoyt paused, his mouth half open, and took the phone away from his ear. The only sound left in the house was the creaking in his chair and the rumble of the air conditioning.

“I…I guess I am.” Hoyt sat back in his chair and shook his head. “Y’know, you get so used to your kids being your whole life, but then you wake up one day and they have these lives of their own now. And then you start to worry they won’t need you anymore, but that’s a good worry to have, y’know?”

“Yo, big daddy,” Mallory said, harshly. “That’s really sweet and all, but it’s killing my boner.”

“Oh…right. Sorry.”

“So listen. I’m bored. You’re bored. How about you come hang out for a bit and watch a movie, huh? It’s stupid as fuck, but I don’t mind if we get distracted. I’ll let you touch my gut.”

“Oh, how can I resist a pitch like that?”

“See, you’re bein’ sarcastic right now, but I can almost hear you getting hard. The baby’s filled me out pretty good. Be nice to have someone else’s hands on me for a change.” After a moment’s pause, she added, “C’mon, it’s been a while. I miss your dick. Along with the rest of you, too.”

Hoyt chewed on his tongue. Habit wanted him to say he had work to do, had to be around in case the twins needed him, needed to get up early for work the next day. But as he glanced up at the failed game of Minesweeper taking up his laptop screen, he realized that, for once, he didn’t have an excuse. Hoyt closed the lid of his computer, picked up the half-empty mug of cold coffee, and downed the rest of it in one gulp.

“I can be there in fifteen.”

“Make it ten.”

Hoyt was rarely on the roads after 10 PM and was happy to find them nearly empty as he sped across town. His heart was pounding in his chest as he wagged his tail excitedly in the seat. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d gone out on a whim like this, especially so late on a weeknight. Even without the anticipation of sex, Hoyt was excited at getting the opportunity to feel like he was in high school again, doing something stupid for the sake of breaking routine. Maybe it was a bad idea in the long run, but it felt good to let his dick do the thinking for once.

Mallory’s apartment complex was quiet for the night, with many windows glowing from the inside as residents got ready for bed. Hoyt’s car was the only moving thing outside, but he slowed down anyway to avoid an accident. Mallory’s apartment was near the back of the complex, not far from the leasing office, and he could always tell if she was there or not by whether the run-down golf cart was parked beside it.

“Don’t make a big thing out of it,” Hoyt told himself as he parked and sat in his car as the cab light faded away. “It’s not a big deal. Just…just hanging out. We’re just hanging out. It’s cool. We’re cool. I’m cool.” He took a moment to catch his breath and make himself look more relaxed before hopping out onto the cool blacktop and wishing immediately he’d brought a jacket. Hoyt knocked on Mallory’s door with the back of his knuckles, but not loud enough to wake Alice. The outside light flicked on, blinding him for a moment, before the chain rattled behind the door and it swung open.

“Thought I’d just drop by,” was the clever thing Hoyt thought he was going to say, but he only got out the words ‘Thought I’d-’ before he froze at the sight of Mallory. From the neck up, she looked the same as she had a few months ago, only with slightly longer hair that spilled wildly past her ears. Everything below her collarbone, though, had changed. She was well into her pregnancy, her entire body filling out with a healthy padding of baby weight. She wore a black tank-top that seemed barely able to hold onto her swollen breasts and only covered her rounded belly an inch below her navel. Her stomach had grown out from a slight paunch to a perfect, yellow sphere that her wide hips carried well. Her tattoos stretched around her sides, as if trying and failing to wrap around her belly. Below her bump, she wore a peach-colored pair of thin panties that hugged her wide thighs.

“Go on,” Mallory said, clearly amused as she watched Hoyt’s eyes travel over her body. “You had something cute you wanted to say, I wanna hear it.”

“I…I uhh…thought I’d just…” Hoyt swallowed as Mallory shifted her weight to her other foot, her belly wobbling a little as she did. “I…forgot.”

“’Course you did,” she grinned. Shivering, she stepped back and waved him forward. “Get the fuck in here, it’s cold as shit out there and I don’t wanna put pants on.”

Hoyt shuffled inside, the warmth of Mallory’s apartment embracing him like a blanket. His eyes blankly scanned over the scattered baby toys across the floor on the way to look at Mallory herself. Her thick kangaroo thighs seemed tailor-made to carrying a pregnancy and even as she crossed the room with a subtle sway to her hips, she didn’t seem uncomfortable.

“You want a drink?” Mallory asked as she padded into the kitchen, her tail bobbing slightly with the rest of her body. “I still got a ton of beers I can’t have.”

“Sure. Just gimme whatever you got the most of.”

Mallory returned with a Corona and popped the cap off with a bottle opener she kept on a keychain. She stepped close to him and passed him the bottle, letting her fingers linger against the back of his hand. Even after he took it, she didn’t back away. Hoyt noticed she was just close enough for her pregnant belly to rub against his own stomach.

“Sorry, ain’t got any limes,” Mallory shrugged. Hoyt watched her breasts shift freely under her tank-top as she did.

“Yeah, because it’s fucking November,” Hoyt chuckled as he drank the free beer. It was awful without the lime, but it was still free beer. When he got the chance, he glanced down past Mallory’s breasts to her round stomach protruding out, finally surpassing them. “So…how far along are you again?”

“Six months, but the doc says I’m measuring some people’s nine.” Mallory stroked a hand across her belly, splaying her fingers over. “Lucky me, huh?”

“I…well…Good thing the baby’s healthy, then.” Hoyt cleared his throat and silenced himself with more beer.

“Yeah, he’s a big ole fucker,” she smirked, leaning back to push her stomach into her hands. “You usually get bigger with your second, too. Something about ab muscles, I dunno.”

“Well…you…uhh… look-”

“Yeah?” Mallory interrupted, taking half a step closer and pressing herself against him with a grin. “Go on.”

She was taunting him, but without cruelty. Hoyt was hesitant, careful with his words, and it took baiting from Mallory to get him to say what he really meant. He felt his blood rush from his head to his crotch very quickly and it took a good deal of his inhibitions along with it. In a heady rush, he cupped his hand to the side of Mallory’s pregnant belly and slid it around to one of her ass cheeks.

“You look…really fucking hot,” he breathed, feeling his hardening dick touch the underside of her stomach through his sweatpants.

“Goddamn right I do,” Mallory nodded, cocking her hips to the side and rubbing a hand across her bump. She kissed Hoyt on the cheek, then patted him there just barely light enough for it to not be a slap before she backed away. “Sorry, don’t mean to blue-balls you or nothin’, but I haven’t eaten yet and I’m not doing shit on an empty stomach. Not this far along.”

“N-No, take your time, I’m in no hurry,” Hoyt struggled to say with his cock ready to burst a seam in his pants. Mallory noticed and laughed.

“You don’t gotta be polite when you’re ready to set-fucking-sail, alright?” She paused on her way to the kitchen and glanced over her shoulder to add, “But it’s still sweet.”

“Hey, you invited me,” Hoyt said as he shuffled in place and tried to get his erection to go down. “Whatever you wanna do is fine by me. You’re the boss.”

“I won’t leave ya hangin’ all night, just gimme a few minutes,” she called from the kitchen while pots and pans clanged together. “You can sit down if you want.”

Hoyt took the opportunity out of sight to turn and adjust his pants around his erection before glancing around the room.

“Hey, Mal?” he asked. “Where’s the couch?”

“Right there!” Mallory’s poked her head around the corner and pointed with a butter knife to the bed in the middle of the living room. “It’s a pull-out.” She paused, then moved the knife blade to him. “Don’t make a joke about that.”

Hoyt, who had the phrase ‘I guess the couch was the only one to pull out’ on the tip of his tongue, bit the inside of his lip and suppressed a giggle.

The pull-out’s frame was flimsy and the mattress was thin, though it occurred to Hoyt he might just be too heavy for it. Springs dug into his back as he rolled onto it and the thin metal practically screamed under his weight. It would’ve been hell to sleep on, but was good enough for other activities. There was a TV at the foot of the bed, propped up on an old chair, with a VCR underneath it that blinked an annoying red light in Hoyt’s face. The fuzzy image of a fox girl running through the woods in her underwear was frozen onscreen. When even cell phones were capable of high-definition video, he felt nostalgic watching a movie on VHS again, even if the image looked like multicolored sandpaper in comparison.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” Mallory said as she shuffled in from the kitchen holding a grilled cheese sandwich on a plate and an old remote the size of a boat oar. “I was gonna-” She stopped at the edge of the pull-out and laughed at Hoyt. “You getting comfortable?”

The canine couldn’t find a pillow to prop himself up on, so he was lying flat on his back, hardly able to see the TV past his own feet, with his hands crossed over his stomach.

“Trying,” Hoyt grunted as he tried to move away from a spring digging into his back.

After setting down her plate, Mallory laughed her way all the way down the hallway before returning with a spare pillow and a blanket she tossed across Hoyt. She watched him tuck the blanket between himself and the thin mattress, munching on her sandwich and dropping crumbs on her belly. At last, with the extra cushion beneath him and the pillow propping his head up, Hoyt was finally starting to get comfortable.

“Don’t spill that,” Mallory said, gesturing to the beer in his grip as she climbed onto the bed beside him. She certainly wasn’t as lithe or flexible as she once was, but Hoyt found a new pleasure in watching her struggle to get comfortable around her swollen belly. Mallory eventually planted herself with her back against the couch cushions while her legs and tail stretched across the mattress. With the plate balanced atop her belly like a shelf, she let out a contented sigh before pressing play on the remote.

“What are we watching?” Hoyt asked as the VCR clicked and whirred before the image began to move again.

“Evil Dead,” Mallory said behind the melted cheese in her mouth.

“That’s an old one, isn’t it?”

“Oh yeah. Seen it a million fucking times, but it’s fun to put it on again when there’s nothin’ else I wanna watch.”

Hoyt watched in curiosity as the fox girl ran through the woods, screaming her head off as the camera chased her down. He hated coming into a movie halfway through, but there didn’t seem to be much to understand.

“So what’s it about?”

“Buncha dumbass teenagers go to a spooky cabin, read an evil book,” Mallory said. “Get killed by zombie ghost demons.”

“I hate when that happens.”

“Oh. Oh, okay. We’re at this part.” Mallory’s face shifted into a sour expression. “This is the shit with the trees. So this part…it’s like the only part like this in the movie and it’s fuckin’ weird, I swear the whole thing isn’t like this.”

“I believe you,” Hoyt said, his eyes drifting away from the screen. At that moment, he wasn’t watching the ‘shit with the trees,’ but instead staring absentmindedly at Mallory’s belly, which was at his exact eye-level. Following the curve down from her breasts, he liked how her middle stretched out the elastic of her tank top, smoothing out the creases into a perfect sphere in her lap. The lump of her navel, at first pushed flat by her expanding womb before eventually popping out like a turkey-timer, looked like a button in the middle of her body, a central point the rest of her expanded around.

“You can touch it if you want,” Mallory said, her voice snapping Hoyt out of a trance he didn’t realize he’d been in. He blinked up at her like she was a spotlight. “I don’t mind. Knock yourself out.”

At first, Hoyt kept his hands flat against his chest, part of him unsure if she was teasing again. When she didn’t say anything more, he silently reached across the bed and rested his palm on Mallory’s pregnant belly, so casually it looked like he might have done it by accident. She was warm, the cotton shirt soft against his hand while pleasantly thin enough for him to easily feel what was underneath. Mallory’s belly jiggled slightly under the weight of Hoyt’s hand, but not as much as simple fat would have. He prodded a finger against the soft flesh and felt a firm center to it.

“Mmmmm...” Mallory hummed through her nose in a contented sigh as Hoyt slid his hand from the dome of her belly, below her ribs, to below her popped navel, making sure to run his fingers across it on the way. He loved the way her stomach filled his palm, finally big enough that he could spread his fingers and still have more to feel. Mallory seemed to enjoy it, too, as she shifted and pushed her stomach deeper into Hoyt’s palm.

“Do you know how nice it is,” she said, quietly, “to have somebody else’s hands doing that for a change?”

“Doing this?” Hoyt asked, rubbing a circle across her belly.

“Once you get big enough, it’s hard to keep your hands off it.” She pressed her fingers into her sides and worked them deeper into her soft flesh, her tail twitching between her legs at the far end of the bed. “Hoyt…I fucking…love being pregnant…”

“I’m a fan,” he said.

Mallory set aside the plate and slid closer to Hoyt just as he did the same to her. He wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand draped across her opposite thigh, and continued his gentle caress of her baby bump with his right hand. Mallory wrapped her arm around Hoyt’s head and let him lean against her ribs while she fiddled with one of his long, floppy ears. Every time she sighed, Hoyt could feel the warmth of her breath against his nose and he tried to remember which spot on her belly he’d touched to make her do that.

The movie played on across the room, some horrible low-budget violence happening to these unknown teenagers, but the two of them were hardly watching. More than once, Hoyt slipped his fingers underneath Mallory’s tank top to feel the soft, thin fur across her belly. After a while, his hand became permanently nestled under her shirt, caressing every available inch of her bulging stomach while taking a few trips north to pay her breasts a visit, too.

A hard flutter thumped against Hoyt’s palm and he stopped, lifting his head in mild surprise.

“That was him?”

“Uh-huh,” Mallory said with a nod. She touched her hand just to the left of where Hoyt’s was and prodded back with three fingers, prompting another shudder from inside her womb. “He’s a strong little fucker.” She then asked, in a self-conscious tone Hoyt had never heard from her, “Does it bother you?”

“No,” Hoyt said, leaning his head against Mallory’s side and poking the baby back. “Why would it?”

“You never know,” she shrugged, affecting calm but clearly relieved. “Some guys get weirded out.”

“Doesn’t bother me. Besides, without him,” he poked all five fingers into her belly, “we wouldn’t have this.” Flattening his hand, he patted her stomach like a prized pumpkin.

“Or these,” Mallory added as she took her hand away from Hoyt long enough to cup her engorged breasts.

“Y’know, they feel different,” Hoyt said as he reached up and shamelessly squeezed one of Mallory’s breasts. She hissed and he could feel her nipple stiffen against his palm. “But now I’m wondering if they look different.”

“You’re such a fuckin’ doofus,” said Mallory. She leaned back and hooked her fingers below her tank top, then slowly rolled it up over her belly like peeling a ripe fruit. Her yellow fur was even lighter across her stomach as her womb filled it out from the inside. Looking closely, Hoyt could see pink skin underneath the thin, white hair and wondered if it felt as sensitive as it looked. He was already satisfied with watching Mallory’s pregnant belly spill out from her tight shirt, but she continued until her tank top was over her head and her swollen, heavy breasts had fallen free.

Hoyt turned on the bed, feeling the cheap metal groan under his weight, and turned his attention from Mallory’s stomach to her chest. They hadn’t exactly exploded in the months since he’d last seen them, but her tits were undeniably larger. They sagged to the sides, the soft flesh wobbling with Mal’s breath, and were large enough to partially rest atop her gravid stomach. The piercings between her nipples still held strong, but the pink skin had darkened slightly and grown thick and puffy around the metal, partially burying them in flesh. Hoyt couldn’t even see the bar that held them in place, just the little metal balls on either end.

“Shit,” Hoyt said. Mallory shuddered a little as his breath touched her nipples. “Least nobody’s going hungry.”

“Not with these tits around,” she agreed while rolling a stiff nipple between her fingers.

Hoyt turned fully backwards on the pull-out, his legs propped up against the wall next to Mallory’s head. He pulled her closer to him and slid a palm across her belly before leading it up to her breasts, kneading it gently in his fingers.

“Nngh,” gasped Mallory, shuddering.

“Sorry, I’ll be more careful.”

“No.” She tweaked her other nipple, digging her nails into it. “Harder.”

Hoyt blinked, then narrowed his fingers down to her nipple and squeezed, pinching the little dot of flesh as it stiffened. Mal leaned her head against the wall, her eyes closed, and bit her lip in something between pleasure and pain. The metal piercings dug into his fingers and Hoyt cocked his head to the side at them.

“Do these come out?” he asked while still toying with her nipple. “What happens when-Oh!”

Hoyt pulled his hand back as a thin stream of warm liquid shot out into his palm. A tiny bead of off-white milk clung to the tip of Mallory’s nipple, quivering like the last drop from a faucet. She opened her eyes and smirked at him with a heady glow before swiping the drop with her thumb and licking it clean.

“Try it.”

Hoyt peered at the little dribble of white fluid in his hand and hesitated. After reminding himself how many times his tongue had been around places on Mallory’s body a mouth wasn’t supposed to go, he shook off the inhibition and licked his hand clean. It was certainly warm – fresh from the tap – but unexpectedly sweet, if a little thin. Hoyt raised his eyebrows and nodded to Mallory in approval.

“I can only get a couple drops going at a time,” Mallory said as she rubbed another drop from her breast and brought it to her mouth. “Once I pop the kid out, they’ll start leaking like a motherfucker.”

“I’d like to see that,” Hoyt said. Moving his hand back down to her bump, he pressed his nose to it and kissed just above her navel. “But I’m not in a hurry for you to lose the belly, either.”

“Me either.” Mallory walked her fingers across Hoyt’s legs and slid them across his very obvious erection beneath his sweatpants. He shivered and could almost feel the blood pumping into his cock as Mallory took their evening to the next step.

“You want me to do anything?” he asked.

“Nah, just enjoy yourself,” Mallory said. “Just don’t mind me if I keep busy.”

“I think I’ve got too many clothes on.”

“Yes, you fucking do,” Mallory said as she worked her fingers under the elastic of Hoyt’s sweatpants and tugged them down to his knees. Beneath his boxers, his cock was stiff as a board, weeks and weeks of neglect making it overeager. His body became just as stiff as she pressed the heel of her palm at the base before gently, almost lovingly, curling her fingers around the rest of it.

“It’s like a gear shift,” Mallory joked to herself as she playfully bounced Hoyt’s cock in her hand. Hoyt himself could barely get a word out, his breath halting at the sensation of his sensitive flesh rubbing against the fabric of his underwear. He lifted his hips, pushing his cock deeper into her palm. She took the hint and stroked down its length.

Mallory shifted and sat farther down on the bed. She pretended to be watching the movie and idly fiddling with Hoyt’s erection in her hand, but he could see the glazed, heady look of arousal in her eye. He reached for her belly and stroked down across the dome, turning his hand until his fingers were tucked in the soft V-shape between her thighs. Hoyt flitted his eyes back up to Mallory, who met them with a flash of hunger of her own. After that, the movie was abandoned altogether.

The pregnant kangaroo slid down pull-out sofa until she was lying on her back. Her round stomach was just a few inches away from Hoyt’s face and, in an impulsive moment, he licked it. Mallory rolled down the waistband of his boxers, freeing Hoyt’s cock like it was spring-loaded. She took it into her mouth, her warm tongue pressing against the head before sliding its way down the shaft.

“O-Oh fuck,” Hoyt stammered as his body throbbed. Mallory tucked her ears back and slid all the way down to the base of his cock, her nose touching the inside of his thigh. She opened her eye just long enough to glance up at Hoyt before shutting them again and going to work.

As she bobbed on his cock with a lazy rhythm, Hoyt tugged at her panties, struggling with how fabric as thin as rice paper seemed impossible to pull off. He was almost impatient enough to tear a hole in them before he realized he could just thumb aside the leg hole to get at her pussy underneath. It was puffier than he’d last seen it, her labia a fat pair of lips instead of the thin line from a few months ago. Fortunately, Mallory was wetter than ever as he parted those those soft petals and slipped his two middle fingers inside.

It was her turn to gasp. She withdrew from around Hoyt’s cock with a shuddering groan, then a deep sigh as he turned his hand palm-up and began teasing the lump of her g-spot. Although he could feel his erection softening, Hoyt was entertained enough watching as Mallory gripped her gravid belly, holding it in place, before sliding her hands up her curved body, fattened by pregnancy.

Soon after, she was sitting up as high as she could with her belly in the way and seizing with an orgasm that rocked her entire body. Her soft thighs clamped together, pinning Hoyt’s hand in place, and she gasped in a breathless rush with her face contorted in what almost looked like pain. Mallory bit her lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, and slid an open-palmed hand across her belly before finally melting into a relaxed afterglow on the sheets.

“That was fast,” Hoyt said. He had to sit up to look past her belly.

“I’m so sensitive now,” she said, stopping to wipe spittle from her mouth. “I cum like that. It takes nothing.”

“Oh…well.” Hoyt withdrew his hand from between her legs and wiped it on the bedsheet. He’d never made her – or any woman, really – cum from just fingering. “Are you done? Do you still want to…”

He trailed off once she sat up and shot him a look of crazed fury.

“Hoyt, if you leave without fucking me, I’ll kick the shit out of you.” Mallory was half Hoyt’s size and pregnant, but he believed her. Fortunately, he didn’t have any intentions of leaving.

Hoyt kicked away his boxers and rolled onto his knees, the pull-out mattress squeaking and rattling underneath. Between Mallory’s legs, he was tall enough for the tip of his cock to rest atop her belly and slid it across the light-yellow dome before angling down.

“Noooo, no no no no no,” Mallory said as she pushed herself up and touched a hand to Hoyt’s chest. With a little nudge, she made him lie on his back and straddled his hips, her thighs big enough to almost touch each other. Seeing her pregnant stomach bulging from her hips as his cock teased the inside of her thigh made him harder than ever.

“My way, first,” she said, smoothing her red hair back.

“You’re the boss,” Hoyt smiled. From the angle she stood above him, he noticed a small, black mark on the underside of her belly. It was a new tattoo. From what he could tell, it looked like a diamond or some kind of jewel, but with a crack running down the middle. It was flanked on the right by a smaller jewel of a similar shape, but whole and flawless.

But a glimpse was all he got as Mallory pushed him flat and gripped him with her knees. She tossed her hair out of her face and scowled while reaching clumsily past her belly, pawing for Hoyt’s cock far below where she could see. He winced as she flicked it with her nails a couple times before finding it and nestling the head between her soft lips. She winced, sitting up slightly and rubbing her lower back.

“Do you need me to move?” Hoyt asked. He propped himself up on his elbows. “S-Should we do another position? I can do something else if you need-”

Mallory put a hand to Hoyt’s mouth, clamping his jaw closed with his tongue poking out from between his lips. Once he was quiet, she held a single finger to her lips.

“Shhhhh…” She drew out the sound while sinking down onto Hoyt’s cock, taking all of him into her. Hoyt felt his eyes roll up into his head and flopped onto his back, making the pull-out rattle underneath them. Only once Mallory’s hips met his did she let out a gasp, followed by a low moan that seemed to rise from the depths of her chest. With Hoyt’s cock speared into her, she traced her hands from her collarbone, over the mounds of her swollen breasts, and down the expanse of her pregnant belly. With her arms encircling her stomach, she linked her fingers together underneath to steady it as she began to ride Hoyt with a slow, gentle rhythm.

He would’ve been happy just to lie there for hours with Mallory wrapped around his cock, but she startled him once she started moving, as if he’d forgotten what they were doing. The weeks and weeks of sexual starvation hadn’t been kind to him, so Hoyt could feel every nerve ending in his penis light up like a Christmas tree each time she sank onto him. He could hardly concentrate on doing anything but lying there and enjoying as Mallory simply did what she wanted with him.

Steadily, her breathing came faster, harder, each with a slight moan on the exhale. She took her hands from her belly and touched them to Hoyt’s chest as her pace quickened, her thick tail swaying in the air behind her. Hoyt took hold of her thighs, like he usually did in this position, but found a new sensation mixed with the rest. He willed his eyes open and looked from Mallory’s blissful, far-away expression to her pregnant belly as it bounced and shifted with her rhythm. Without a second thought, Hoyt took his hands from her thighs and brought them to her stomach, both to hold it in place and to feel its weight pushing into his hands. Mallory herself hardly seemed to notice until she moved her hands from Hoyt’s chest to her belly, entwining her fingers with his.

At first afraid to wake Alice or the neighbors, Hoyt gave up on trying to keep quiet. The pull-out squeaked on cheap springs and rusty hinges loud enough to wake up half the block. Even if it broke, the pair of them would just fuck on the floor if they had to. Their sex wasn’t as wild or manic as it was before, but slower, deeper, a full and satisfying meal rather than a quick snack. There were times they would slow their pace to a near stop. Hoyt took advantage of these pauses to explore the changes in Mallory’s body; the way her short fur seemed thicker, the weight of her breasts in each hand, and the pleasing weight of her belly on top of him. Even after the beating it had taken, Hoyt’s cock never softened, remaining just as turgid as it had been the moment it first slipped into Mallory’s pussy.

“Oh fuck,” Hoyt whispered as her pace quickened again. He was nearing the edge. He’d touched it a few times that night, but he wouldn’t hold out much longer. Mallory took this as a challenge and squeezed her legs tighter around his hips, bouncing faster and faster on top of him.

When he knew it was coming, Hoyt gripped Mallory’s thighs, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and pinned her in place with all his strength. He let out a choked, breathless cry as he erupted inside of her, the orgasm hitting him like a bulldozer. Even after he rode out the first spurt of pleasure, he wasn’t fished. A second shudder ran up the back of his neck as his cock twitched again, cumming more than he thought possible. At last he finished, leaving him drained and tender and leaking what felt like half his body from the tip of his cock. Hoyt came so hard he felt dehydrated.

“Jesus fuck…” Mallory sagged on top of him, her head tilted back to the ceiling with her arms limp at her sides. “Christ on a bike. Hot-fucking-damn. I needed that.”

“Did you cum?” Hoyt asked, mumbling through his half-open mouth. He was getting better at talking post-orgasm. At least words came out, this time.

“Like five goddamn times,” Mallory said, running a hand through her hair.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I can’t tell sometimes.”

“Well, you definitely came,” Mallory said as she shifted on top of him, but didn’t yet dismount. “Fucking white-washed me, dude.”

“Sorry.”

“Just be glad I’m already pregnant,” she said, chuckling. Hoyt smiled, too. It was a joke she’d made before, but he still liked hearing. He reached up and touched a finger to her belly.

“I hope we didn’t hurt the baby.”

“Naaahhh, he’s fine.” Mallory patted her stomach with both hands. “I’m more worried about when I have to drive over gravel in that stupid fucking golf cart.”

“At least he’s used to being… shaken up.”

“Well if he isn’t, he better get used to it.” Mallory made a satisfied groan as she climbed off Hoyt and fell to the bed beside him. “Because I love getting fucked like that while I’m knocked up.”

Hoyt was about to make some kind of clever remark before the two of them sat up with similarly primed parental instincts at the sound of a soft, snuffling cry coming from down the hall.

“Oh shit, that’s Alice.” Mallory grunted as she rolled away from Hoyt and tried her best to sit up on the uneven pull-out. Hoyt hopped up to help, though his legs felt nearly too weak to keep himself upright.

“Maybe we should’ve been more quiet,” he said.

“C’mon, she’s a baby. We could fuck in her room and it’s not like she’d remember any of it.” Mallory used the thin bed sheet to wipe away some of what Hoyt left between her legs before she rocked to her feet. Freshly sexed, she seemed to glow in the dim light and moved with a limber, easy bounce to her step.

“You gonna slow things down once the other one is born?” Hoyt asked. He flopped on his back and watched her upside-down as she disappeared down the hall.

“Not a fucking chance,” she called back.

He laughed into a sigh, enjoying the afterglow with the sore throb of his spent cock lying flaccid between his thighs. He found himself needing to piss and pushed himself upright. Halfway, the squeaking hinges on the bed let out a sharp ping as something small and metal shot across the room. With more of a low groan than a crash, the thin supports buckled under the mattress and collapsed, bringing Hoyt down with them. Mallory found him naked and dazed in a nest of broken metal and laughed hard enough to wake the neighbors.