Story Tags: [Bodyswap][Cheating][Incest]

Chapter Tags: [PIV][Pregnant][Lactation]

This story is being concurrently released by me, drippingink42 (Laura Rice), on other platforms as part of my Falling Heavens Erotica collection. I thought this might be of some interest to people here, let me know what you think of it!

Wet slapping sounds echoed off the bare walls, accompanied by the occasional squelch of trapped air escaping. This fucking wasn't soft, sensual, or even loving. It was rough and aggressive, both people taking what they needed from each other.

Vanessa slammed his cock into his girlfriend's tight pussy, his balls hitting her asshole a moment later. His skin glistened with the evidence of his efforts, having been going at it for the better part of a couple hours with only minimal breaks to recover between rounds. He could feel another orgasm coming on, his balls clenching and churning as they direly struggled to produce anything more to give. He looked down and over his girlfriend, drinking in the erotic sight she had become.

Over the last few months, Brooke had undergone some drastic changes. Her belly swelled and pushed out, a darkened line running the length of her torso across her navel. Nearby, paperwork confirmed what the pair both knew: she was pregnant, and with twins. Her formerly lithe body had become quite curvy in the intervening time. Shallow A-cup tits had given way to maternal D-cup breasts; her hips had developed padding befitting the width expected to birth a child. Vanessa wasn't sure what he loved more about Brooke's new figure: her bouncing breasts that wobbled and quaked with each thrust, or her soft hips and ass he delighted in sinking his fingers into to fuck her harder.

Brooke wailed like a banshee as Vanessa pounded her. Errant phrases like "fucking breed me" and "harder, fuck me harder" were interspersed with incoherent babble and meaningless strings of words that all communicated more of the same thing. Her fingers pinched and tugged at her erect nipples, small beads of a translucent, pale white liquid forming at them. The lactation had been a recent development, her body preparing for the motherhood that awaited her.

Vanessa grinned; that settled it, Brooke's breasts were the best part of the changes, though they were all delicious in their own way. He leaned in, cupping the side of her face while one hand steadied himself with her shoulder.

"I'm going to fucking cum in you again," he promised, a sharp and raspy growl in his voice.

Brooke let out a squeal of delight, her mouth opening and closing while her lips formed words her throat couldn't voice. Vanessa could imagine what she was saying, the begging and pleading she was going through. She'd spend all day on her back, getting fucked rough and hard, and her voice was starting to fail with the impending orgasm.

Her eyes fluttered, rolling back into her head preemptively before her eyelids could screw shut. Mouth hanging open, Brooke's back arched into the air, shaking as every muscle in her body tightened down. Vanessa wasn't sure how many times she'd cum so far today, but the fact that this was likely well into the double digits gave him a heady rush. He could feel his cock being squeezed, utilizing every ounce of willpower left in him to hold off his own orgasm. Had he not cum already today - multiple times himself - he likely would have failed. But he held strong and kept himself from finishing, fucking Brooke through her orgasm.

Finally, Brooke started to calm down, her body gradually slumping back on the mattress. He needed to cum, to finish up in her to hopefully leave her sated for at least the next little while. His speed picked up as he jammed his lips against her. He was getting close, drawn into the moment when suddenly the door to the bedroom flew open with a deafening slam.

"What the FUCK are you doing to her?"

 Vanessa sat bolt upright, his cock wrenching back and upward inside of Brooke. The dragging of his tip on her silky inner flesh combined with the surprise of being interrupted sent Vanessa over the precipice into his own orgasm. He managed to force himself to look over at the intruder, at Felicity. She was wearing a t-shirt large enough that it was hard to determine if she wore anything else at all. What was visible of her legs was bare, the pale skin contrasting against the dark fabric.

For a moment, dark thoughts filtered into Vanessa's mind: thoughts about taking Felicity, about penetrating her and making her squeal right alongside his pregnant girlfriend until she, too, swelled with his child. Vanessa stared at Felicity as his mind raced with ideas, his cum shooting into his squirming girlfriend's overflowing cunt. This orgasm was intense, threatening to sap Vanessa's consciousness.

Felicity stormed across the room, fury filling her face. She grabbed Vanessa by the shoulders and shoved him back, off the bed. His shock was plain on his face, falling out of Brooke and onto the floor. He panted, catching his breath as he looked up at Felicity standing over him.

"I said, what the fuck are you doing to her?!"

Vanessa fell over onto his side. "Fuck," he groaned, dragging out the word. "Why'd you barge in here?"

Felicity looked ready to murder someone. "Brooke is pregnant! With your child! You really think you ought to be going this rough on her?"

"She wanted it, ya know?"

"Yeah... it was so good..." Brooke sounded drunk, as if the copious shots of cum had actually inebriated her. Vanessa and Felicity both turned to look at the redhead just in time for a generous amount of cum to gush out of her pussy.

Felicity groaned, pinching her eyebrows as she looked away. Her voice was more gentle when she spoke to Brooke, saying, "Yeah, you also thought skipping all of your psych classes was a good idea, but who had to stay late and make up office hours with you every day?" Felicity turned back to face Vanessa, glaring daggers. "Put some clothes on!"

Vanessa stumbled to his feet, giving his best attempt at a grin despite the fatigue running through his body. "Why? Don't you want to get to know your roommate more?"

Felicity's hand smacked Vanessa across the cheek. "Don't you ever, ever, come on to me like that again. Your mom has a better shot with me than you do, Corey." Immediately, Vanessa's mood soured. He grumbled as he picked up his clothes off the floor beside the bed. Felicity stared at him until he at least had pants on, and then sighed. "I'm sorry, you've just been a shitty guest, and a shitty boyfriend to my best friend. I seriously don't see what she sees in you."

"It's his cock," Brooke babbled while stroking her swollen belly. "And his cum," she added.

"I'm not a guest, I'm on the lease too," Vanessa argued, ignoring Brooke's less-than-useful addition to the conversation. He was only half paying attention to this interaction with Felicity anyway, irritated that his 'mom' got brought up. He spent most of his time trying not to think about Corey, trapped in his former old-woman body. Vanessa especially had been spending the time pointedly not thinking about what had happened the last time they saw each other, and the mistakes he made.

"Yeah, well I'll call you a roommate when you start paying part of the rent. Or any bills. Until then, you're our freeloading guest," Felicity continued without realizing - or perhaps caring - where Vanessa's mind had gone.

"It's not like I have anywhere else to go."

"Yeah, I know, so I tolerate you being here. But you can't treat this like a game; you need to shape up. Get a job, take care of your pregnant girlfriend, and then maybe you and I can act decent to each other. Until then, I'm going to keep getting up your ass about things."

Vanessa tugged on a shirt, then slipped on his shoes. "Yeah, well, I guess you gave me a lot to think about." The tone of his voice was clearly sarcastic, laced with irritation toward the raven-haired girl. He brushed past her to the door, making his way outside of the cheap and dingy apartment.

Kicking up into a jog, Vanessa found herself aimless. Felicity was being a bitch, sure, but even he couldn't deny it was warranted. He groaned, shaking his head. He needed to talk to someone - not even about what was going on, because who could understand that he had swapped bodies with his son, assumed his life and identity, knocked up his girlfriend, and even done the unspeakable to his old body. The gloom of depression settled back over Vanessa like a cloak, a familiar burden on his shoulders lately.

Besides, he didn't have friends to even talk to about anything in general. Brooke was pretty sex obsessed and the amount of time they spent fucking left little time for anything else. Felicity... Well, there were no casual discussions to be had with her.

But there was Noire, he realized. There was nothing stopping him from reaching out to her, kindling a bond beyond the occasional hookups they had still shared behind Brooke's back. Vanessa grabbed his phone to send a quick text, only to find he had one already from Noire.

Noire > We need to meet. Cafe Titania. Corbin and I are already there. It's important.

Vanessa's heart crushed inward on itself. "Great, another problem," he mumbled, searching on his phone for where to find the mentioned coffee shop. It wasn't far from the sex shop, which was convenient for Noire and Corbin, but that left Vanessa at the disadvantage. His apartment was in the city, on the other side of the university. Still, all the sex and running had kept his body mostly in shape, and he slowly lumbered up to a brisk jog that would get him there in no time at all.

He racked his brain trying to think of what could possibly be so important that they needed to meet immediately and in public. Nothing came to mind, though. The last time they met up, Noire had seemed fine, and while Vanessa hadn't seen Corbin, it sounded like he was fine too - on the other side of a wall. Anxiety joined the depression hanging over Vanessa. His footsteps slapped against the pavement, the sound a mockery of the sex he'd been having just moments ago. He tried to push that out of his, tried to focus on figuring out whatever Noire needed to talk about.

By the time Cafe Titania loomed at the end of the street, Vanessa was no closer to figuring out what was going on. He walked up to the street side tables, finding the gothic woman and her portly husband sitting, enjoying their drinks. Vanessa helped himself to the seat across from them, flagging down the waitress that was floating amongst the tables.

"I'll just have whatever the latte of the day is," he requested.

"Oh, at least someone's getting coffee at the cafe!" The waitress giggled at her own joke, waving her hand at the three of them and wandered off back into the coffee shop to get his drink.

Vanessa raised a brow, noticing Noire and Corbin both pull their drinks a little closer, as though they'd become self-conscious about their drinks. "What's going on? Is everything ok?"

Corbin cleared his throat, but Noire put her hand on his and shook her head. "Well," she said, reaching down for something under the table. Vanessa's heart stopped when he saw the paperwork that was set on the table. He'd seen papers just like it, twice.

Once, before Corey was born.

Once, recently for Brooke.

They were vital statistics and ultrasounds of a baby. Vanessa shifted through the documents, feeling numb. "Congratulations..." he mumbled, looking up wide-eyed at Noire. "That's why you're not drinking coffee..."

Noire chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, you've got it." She took her hand away from Corbin and scooted her chair closer to Vanessa. Though she immediately turned her attention to the paperwork, both men couldn't help but notice, as though it indicated some deeper preference of who she'd rather sit next to. "It's not just that I'm... coming along, but also..." She shuffled to the papers at the bottom of the stack.

Vanessa frowned, looking over the strange document. At first, it didn't make sense as it talked about genetic testing. Then realization dawned on him. It was a paternity test, comparing Corbin to the unborn baby.

And there wasn't a match.

"It's yours," Noire whispered, holding Vanessa's hand. "There hasn't been anyone else at the right time, so if it wasn't Corbin's..."

The world started to spin. Vanessa barely registered that his coffee was being set down in front of him. He wasn't just a parent to a set of twins through his girlfriend, but now he was also going to be the father to another kid from his affair partner. Suddenly, Corey's wish from four months prior rang through Vanessa's head.

I wish you'd see some consequences for your actions!

"I'll just leave you two alone to talk for a minute," Corbin said, awkwardly leaving the table to wander inside.

Vanessa looked at Noire, panicked, and shook his head. "I... I can't... I'm not a father..."

"That's not what I'm asking you to be," Noire said simply. Before Vanessa could figure out what she meant, she continued. "Corbin and I have talked about this, long before you came along. We'll raise the kid. Just, we want you to be present, if that's what you want. Like a third parent, helping take care of stuff going on and all that. I get you're young and you have a whole life ahead of you, but I want our kid to be part of that life." Noire paused, before adding. "I want to be part of that life."

That final confession felt too sincere, too genuine to be ignored by Vanessa. He looked up in equal parts surprise and confusion. "But, we're just...?"

"A fling? Some messing around?" Noire let out a laugh. "Honey, we've been playing around longer than any of my other guys. Only Corbin has you beat now, and..." Noire's wide grin from her amusement faded into a conflicted gaze. "And now I don't really see him that same way any more. I've just been thinking about you, how much I want and need you. It's like... I'm yours, now."

Vanessa hesitated, his attention drifting to Noire still holding his hand. "I don't want to break you two up..."

Noire grinned, tugging Vanessa to his feet. "We're not going to break up. He doesn't want to admit it, but the fact that you knocked me up? Through my birth control?" Leaning in, Noire's lips brushed against his ear. "He's been so turned on. I haven't been touching him though, haven't been letting him cum. Poor guy is probably about to explode."

She started tugging him along the side of the building, Vanessa trying to keep up despite the swirl of thoughts inside of his head. Suddenly he was behind the building, in a dingy alley. "What are we doing here?"

Noire lifted up her skirt, turning away to face the wall. "I need you in me," she groaned. Vanessa spotted the arousal leaking down the woman's legs. "Please, it's been so hot knowing you've gotten me pregnant. Corbin has wanted me so bad, and if he finds out we slipped off to do it..."

Vanessa was instantly hard as Noire moaned. It seemed she was getting off on just the thought of this advanced cucking that was about to happen. Vanessa took a look down either way of the alley. Despite it being broad daylight, no one would really have a good vantage on them unless they actually walked this way, making it the perfect spot for their exhibitionist display. Pulling off his pants, Vanessa groaned with how sore he felt from his time with Brooke earlier.

She's already pregnant, he figured, lining his cock up with her pussy. There's no harm in a little more fun. He pushed in, smoothly. Noire let out a stifled moan, her sex lubricated and slick already, helped along by Brooke's drying juices on his cock. Between her intense arousal and Vanessa's sensitivity from being over stimulated, the pair weren't long for their encounter.

Still, the anxiety and depression clung to him, not letting him fully enjoy the moment as he quickly stretched his lover with his cock. Felicity's words kept coming back to him. He needed to shape up and be someone worthy of being a father.

For Brooke.

For Noire.

For... Vanessa's eyes went wide, his thrusts faltering. Corey. The odds of getting two girls pregnant at the same time was low; abysmal, even, when one of them was on birth control. But if their wishes had something to do with this, then it was just as likely that the third girl he'd fucked was pregnant too.

Vanessa's heart was pounding, and he could feel his cock growing soft. Noire's complaints fell on deaf ears as he slowly pulled up his pants. He was only shaken out of his thoughts when Noire grabbed him, desperation to finish clear in her eyes.

"I fucked up."

Noire stopped at that simple sentence. "Wh-what? What do you mean?"

Vanessa put his head in his hands, closing his eyes. "I... I promise I'll tell you later. You deserve to know what I've done, who I am. But... I need to go check on something. On someone." Vanessa gave her best attempt at a smile, though he knew it was shaky. "Tell Corbin I'm sorry I have to leave." After a moment's pause, Vanessa kissed his lover on the lips, before walking out of the alley toward the nearest pharmacy.