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"Oh, Alia, you look nice today!" said Rose, the older sister of Alia's best friend. She was a tall, stocky, plain-faced girl of nineteen, with enough charisma in her charming smile to convince boys and girls alike to play. Slung over her shoulder was a rolled up tent. "It's rare to see you in a skirt. You've got nice legs—" She winked, flashing Alia that smile. "—you should show 'em off more often."

Alia felt herself blush. It was the first time she had ever worn a skirt of her own volition (normally she was a baggy-jeans-only kind of girl), and to have Minnie's popular sister comment on it was equal parts flattering and embarrassing.

"Um, thanks," she managed to mumble, then, clutching her duffel bag to her chest, she escaped to the van.

The event of the day, the reason they were all gathered here today, was a group camping trip, composed of Minnie's family and three others. As the 'BFFsie' of their youngest child, Alia had been invited along, and as Alia's very strict parents trusted Minnie's family, Alia had been allowed to come.

So here she was, camping gear and several changes of clothes and toiletries in hand, tramping towards the van she was most familiar with—which, luckily, was also the most deserted—stomach flipping at the feeling of the fabric swishing around her, the chill caressing her bare thighs all the way up to her... well.

(Her mother had been delighted that her difficult, boyish daughter had finally deigned to wear a skirt, and all Alia could think about was how easy access it was.)

Ordinarily, she probably wouldn't have been thinking about it so much (or maybe she would, who knew) but the thing was...

Well, Earl was coming too.

See, Minnie's family had six kids:

Minnie was the youngest—sixteen years old, just like Alia, chubby and cherubic, kind of a brat and kind of a bitch, but the loyalest friend a girl could ask for.

There was Rose, nineteen, and there was Violet, her twin and polar opposite in every way.

The eldest, Jet, was twenty five; a prissy guy who was too busy with his new corporate position to bother with silly things like camping these days. He was the only one not coming.

Then there was Kitty, twenty one year old go-getter, hot and sharp as carbon knives, engaged to some guy a decade her senior with his own private island.

And Earl, twenty three, was... well he just was. He was a big guy, unkempt and perpetually bored, built like a baker's son, sullenly dragging his heels through a GED. He seemed to alternate between playing Stardew Valley for days on end, working out, and scarfing down whatever was left on the table.

He was also the reason her parents had no business trusting Minnie's, and the reason why Alia was so guiltily grateful they did.

For some God-forsaken reason, he knew what to do with a pussy—something Alia had discovered naught but a few months ago. Neckbeard swag or no, once his mouth or hands were down there, Alia's brain was dribbling out of her ears, her whole body lost to coils of excruciating pleasure and desperate need and overwhelming satisfaction.

Her parents would probably lock her up like a princess in a tower if they knew her last hang out with Minnie had contained a solid fifteen minutes of Minnie's not-quite-dropout brother idly mouthing her pussy while she wept for him to let her come.

For that matter, his parents might forbid them from ever having contact again, maybe even cutting her off from Minnie if they had to. Sixteen was below the age of consent in their state, and he didn't have to stick his dick in her to get in major trouble for it.

(She had ground in his lap a few times while they were making out, and knew there was no way that thing could fit inside her. If you lined their hips up and laid his shaft on her lower belly, the head of his cock passed her navel, and it wasn't exactly a dainty thing. She was a whole foot shorter than him and built like a twig. There was just no way.

She could sense his impatience about it. So far he had been willing to stick to their 'just the tip' agreement, and even asked beforehand if he didn't have any condoms on him, but she knew she was playing with fire every time it got near her pussy, and that knowledge only made her gush.)

And now she was wearing a skirt.

She didn't know which of the three vans he was going to be in for the four hour drive to the campsite, and she wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to share it with him. It wasn't like anything would happen, but it would be deeply awkward.

But he would see her in a skirt.

(And then, at some point, the soaked panties underneath too.)

The nearest and most familiar van, the one belonging to Minnie's family, was the one Alia went to to stow her baggage in, ripping open the door with a scrape of metal tracks and the not-so-fresh smell of well-loved car. The interior was well-packed already, piles and piles of gear and bag taking up most of the back bench and some of the foot space of the middle benches too.

She stepped into the van, wrangling both herself and her cargo with into it expert skill, and picked the empty space on the back bench.

Except—it wasn't empty.

"Hey, shut the door when you're done," rasped Earl's voice from the bench, and Alia froze like a deer in headlights.

Looking even more out of it than he normally did, Earl blinked blearily at the light—then found her.

The pit of Alia's belly quivered.

His dark gaze went from her face to her white-and-red graphic tee to the orange-yellow skater skirt that swished halfway down her thighs, to the one sneaker visible to him, then back up to the hem of the skirt.

Easy access, she thought, and felt wetness squeeze out of her. Her nipples were probably trying to cut through her tight sports bra right now.

He sat up slowly, not nearly as stiffly as someone who had been asleep, and looked at her more. He had been lying under a throw blanket, and as it fell away, she could see the placement of his hand, and under it, the mountain-sized tent in his black-wash jeans. It was obvious that he had been idly palming himself while waiting for the rest of the family to get their shit together.

A whimper sat high in her throat, unvoiced. Whether it was a whimper of fear or very desperate need, she didn't know.

"Hey," he rasped again, this time very, very dark, and Alia shuddered involuntarily. With a beckoning tilt of his head and a very intent gaze, he added, "Shut the door."

Weakly, heart drumming a marathon in her mouth and her core wound up tight, Alia complied.

When she got back, he was already rolling on the condom, the thin latex straining around the sheer girth of what it was covering.

With a simple gesture, he had her kneel over his lap, bracing herself on the bench right in front of them, lifting her ass and tilting her body so he could rest the huge head of it against her covered entrance, pushing the cotton between the lips of her pussy and threatening to pop the tip in right through the supposedly-protective fabric.

Alia was chewing her lip raw so she didn't whimper on every breath, feeling like her junk was producing lava instead of slick.

To her relief, he didn't put it in; instead he reached his right hand around front to get at her clit.

Huge clever fingers toyed with it over her panties—flicked it, squeezed it, rubbed it in clever, clever patterns—until it granted her a powerful orgasm in about thirty seconds flat.

She was still shaking and twitching and dizzy when he flicked her panties to the side and used the gloved tip of his burning dick to swirl through her molten folds, almost caressing them, pressing its heat to her sensitized clit and then nudging the glans first against her entrance, then inside her entrance.

Stretched open and penetrated just enough, Alia came again, fast and hard, hips trying to jerk and letting half an inch more than the glans inside—

And then someone approached the van.

Both of them froze.

The long metallic scrape of the door rushing open rang in their ears, a blast of light revealing none other than Violet.

If Earl hadn't been sleepy, his sister certainly was. The willowy girl's black hair was still wet from her shower, soaking into her grey sweatshirt while she blinked blearily at the interior of the car. Without saying a word, she tossed a single backpack into the foot space below bench Alia was bracing herself against, then staggered into the seat after it.

A clatter of plastic could be heard around the blood pounding in Alia's ears, and then Violet clapped on her expensive noise-blocking headphones, pulled a different blanket over her shoulder, slumped against the window, and for all appearances, went to sleep.

Alia bit her lip; her body was desperately craving more, but with someone there, it was just too much risk. She started easing herself off of Earl—

Only for his huge hand to clamp down on her hip and prevent her from going anywhere... and forcing his cock inside her another half-inch beyond the agreed tip.

"Don't. Move."

Alia didn't—which was a feat, considering the sheer amount sensation that came of having a whole inch of his shaft stretching her pussy open.

The hand that wasn't gripping her hip went to his cock, and she could feel him frantically jerking off under her, the slight rocking and bump of his tight fist making her desperately aware of the little bits more that he was sinking into her.

Finally, when she was sure he almost had another inch in her and had started to tremble and tear up, the telltale hot pulsing fluttered her entrance, pumping the condom full and giving her another twitching orgasm and another wave of gushing wetness.

Yet a little bit more of his shaft sank into her as they both let out the tension, and Alia swallowed the thick groan that wanted to escape her.

If Violet had a clue what just happened, she hadn't stirred an inch.

And then there were voices.

Again, they froze, both of their breaths held, and the door was yanked open for a third time, revealing Minnie and Kai, deep in conversation.

Right, Alia thought hazily, watching her best friend's face glow as she talked to the boy she was quite clearly crushing on (despite insistent denial). Kai's family here too.

She didn't know the boy well, but recently, he'd seized all of her best friend's brain cells in an iron grip and didn't seem keen to let them go anytime soon.

Alia should have felt jealous (and did sometimes), but right now, there was more than an inch of cock violating her very core, and if Minnie's entire world had shrunk down to the boy she liked, that meant she wasn't asking Alia any questions.

Earl's erections always took a minute to come down, but Alia frantically wondered if it wasn't taking even longer this time.

"Hey, Alia!" said Minnie, and her heart nearly stopped. However, the girl barely glanced at her as she held out a smartphone—Alia's, with the black-and-orange oriental dragon case. "You forgot this inside."

Alia nodded her thanks, not that Minnie was looking at her, and made a show of unlocking it and checking her messages, still hanging over the back of the bench.

She couldn't read a thing.

She needed—they needed—to get disentangled, before someone, anyone, could just take a gander and realize that Alia's skirt had been flipped and it was Earl's lap her groin was lined up with, and—

Minnie and Kai dumped their bags on the seat next to Violet, who stirred and grumbled and sighed and sank back down, then took the first bench, still deep in a conversation that fell on Alia's ears like nonsense.

She didn't dare try to do anything now—the wet noises would alert them surely, and what could he do with the condom?—but there really wasn't—were they going to get caught no matter what?

The door didn't get shut that time (Violet pulled the blanket over her head with another grumble), and before Alia could find her wits to try to ease out of this, Rose appeared in the door with a beaming, mischevious grin.

"Buckle up, kiddos! We've gotta double up."

"Whaaaaat?" Minnie whined, popping her head around Kai, while Alia's spine gave a great shuddering crackle of electricity.

"Not enough seats," Rose explained, and popped her gum. "Also, Kai, looks like your mom's driving." Then, whatever response Kai had given, it made her chuckle. "No worries, we won't let her embarrass you too bad."

"If only," Kai drawled with a laugh, and Alia could swear that a little more of Earl's gloved shaft found its way inside her.

"Hey, Alia!" Rose called into the back of the van, still grinning.

Fueled by bravado Alia hadn't even known she had, Alia made a show of looking up from her phone.

"As resident Tiny Person, you've gotta pick a lap, any lap."

Alia made an exaggerated face at that, and Rose's warm laughter washed through the van.

"Want mine?" she asked teasingly, and Earl's hands gripped Alia's hips bruisingly tight. "Pretty sure your other choice is Earl."

Oh! That's our ticket ou—Earl shifted underneath her, and a little bit more of him went inside.

Alia's brain dissolved into white noise, trying desperately to cope with the feeling—more powerful emotionally than physically. Betrayal and fury and furious pleasure, her feelings of humiliation and helplessness and shame unavoidably sexual, all of it blending with the visceral feeling of violation tightening her throat and chest. Knowing she was playing with fire hadn't prepared her for getting burned.

"Ah, no," she managed to strangle out, and buried herself in her phone. "Pretty sure you don't wanna sit back here anyway—it's fine. Earl's fine."

Rose snorted. "Guess I'll be keeping it a secret from your parents that you sat in a boy's lap for a few hours."

Alia found a tremulous smile deep inside her. "Thanks, Rose."

"Which leaves you and me, squirt," Rose announced to Minnie, and with her attention elsewhere, Alia risked a glance back at Earl.

He had sunk below the line of the seats, thighs spread awkwardly wide to fit in the shallow space—which, incidentally, placed his cock at the perfect angle to plunge right inside.

Alia gulped; her pussy only got wetter.

Everything else seemed very far away as he adjusted his grip on her hips, angling them a little better for ease of access as Rose and Minnie finished talking and Rose left for something or other. Her heart pounded frantically in her mouth and ears as he gripped his shaft and angled it a little better, too. Her nipples had drawn up so tight they hurt as the simultaneous laughter of Minnie and Kai confirmed they were still off in their own little world.

And then Earl started to press her down.

There's no way, she thought desperately, quivering with it, dripping with it. It's not going to fit. It's too big. It can't fit. He can't—he can't—!

But it went in more.

And more.

And more.

Centimeter by inexorable centimeter, he stuffed her with more. He opened her up, stretched her out, penetrated her deeper than she had ever thought possible, until she swore she could taste him on the back of her tongue—and then went deeper.

Tiny whimpers and sobs were forced into silence. Her pussy leaked. She shook and sweated and shook as she felt it throbbing in her, strangled by her tiny hole as much she was blown open by its gigantic girth.

And yet he kept going.

The world had gone upside down and inside out when he finally bottomed out.

It fit.

Whatever her desperate denials had been, they didn't matter much now. If she lifted her shirt now, she was pretty sure she'd see the bulge where her guts had been displaced to accommodate it. If she lifted her skirt, she knew she'd see her pussy stretched tight around the thick base.

Distantly, she wondered if he would take this as an invitation to toss their 'just the tip' arrangement out the window, cut to the chase and make it fit inside her over and over and over and over—

The thought was as terrifying as it was arousing—and, with the sheer length and girth inside her, plenty enough to make her come.

She was twitching with aftershocks and floating in the afterglow when large hands rearranged her body, pushing her legs off the seat so she had no leverage to rise off of him, and then he sat up a bit more and changed the angle of the pressure so it rested firmly against her belly, then rearranged her skirt, making the material tease her sensitive thighs, and then he rested her hand over her lower abdomen, adding a pressure and shift that sent more shockwaves of overwhelmed pleasure through her body—

And when he was done, they were lapsitting in a passably innocent manner. His palm bore down on her belly for a moment, and then he grabbed a seatbelt and buckled them in like that.

Locked down, with him buried in her so deep she felt like she could taste him.

Alia felt very, very faint.

The trunk door opened.

"Oh!" said Minnie's (and Earl's) mother. "There you are."

"Here I am," Earl agreed cautiously. Alia didn't dare breathe.

The car bounced and heaved with the weight of the bags being thrown into it. "Looks like Rose told you already—keep little Alia safe, 'kay? Minnie won't forgive you if you lose her in a car accident."

"She's safe with me," he promised his mother airily; the way the head of his cock was pressing against her cervix like someone trapped in a very small box gave it away as a pure lie.

"Good," said the woman, then slammed the trunk door shut again. In the distance, Alia heard, "Looks like we're about ready!"

"'Safe'?" Alia croaked in a sub-whisper.

A huge hand darted under her skirt, and two large, terribly deft fingertips started to play with her sensitive nub. "Something like that," he breathed back, rasping and dark and smug.

Alia wished she could knock that look off his face, but the world was starting to come apart around her in a shattering orgasm.

She lost track of time then, pretending to play with her phone while Earl pretended to look out the window, their combined attention fixed on the way he was fiddling with her clit and the minute rocking of her hips that she couldn't seem to stop.

Somewhere in the middle, his hand sneaked up to grope her breast, and she felt all the hot inches inside her start to pulse in orgasm.

Thank god he was still wearing that condom.

Eventually Kai's mother came, sliding into the driver's seat up front, and then Rose popped in and settled Minnie in her lap, and then Kitty, the sibling between Earl and Rose, strode up and stylishly flipped off her sunglasses before taking shotgun.

And then after a joking, "Arrrrr ya ready, kids?" from Kai's mother and a chorused reply of, "Aye-aye, captain," the car started.

And vibrated.

Alia could barely swallow a wail.

It wasn't just her coming fast—Earl spit a breathless curse, handily covered by the grind of the engines, then throbbed and pulsed hard, the heat of another addition to the condom glowing too deep for her to cope with.

The drive out of the city was full of starts and stops and sweet sweet agony taking her right up to the edge and leaving her high and dry more often than not. The front of the car was involved in a laughing conversation kept in low voices so as not to wake Violet, and Alia had never been so intensely grateful to be completely ignored. She was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to keep up any kind of facade under scrutiny.

"Bumpy road ahead!" called Kai's mother as they took a detour down some lesser-used road right after a particularly destructive wave of orgasmic pleasure. "Hold onto your drinks."

There was a shuffle in the crowd in front of her, but Alia couldn't see it; her head was emptied by dick and orgasm, and the words bumpy road ahead made her shudder.

The vibrations were bad enough, but the back of the van was always bouncier than the front, and there was a cock massaging all of her insides at once; what was that about to do to her?

The answer became apparent almost immediately: it fucked her silly.

She buried her face in her forearms so no one could see the faces she made as Earl pumped in and out of her, making his huge cock fit again and again in eye-rolling thrusts, bearing down on both something at the front that must have been her g-spot and something much deeper and overwhelmingly pleasurable that she had no name for.

She couldn't sob, not without alerting the rest of the car to her position, and the feeling redirected to her pussy, fluttering pathetically with every swallowed noise.

Behind her, she could hear Earl strangling down swears, his massive hands gripping her hips to hold her at that agonizing angle, and she swore she could feel him start to get even bigger with every thrust.

And then, suddenly, they were past it, and Earl was holding her very still, smothering pants and so large inside her that she might start to cry despite herself—

They went over a speed bump, and he choked on a curse and came hard.

Four loads in the condom, and he was deflating to an almost bearable side.

Alia gritted her teeth and made herself breathe.

The process of getting to the highway was long enough for him to entirely deflate and reinflate, and by the time he was back to full hardness, Alia's insides had almost adjusted to their unexpected resident. At least, she wasn't about to burst into tears over it.

And it was at that point that the balance started to tip from 'too overwhelming' to 'really good'.

Alia hadn't yet come to grips with that when she was addressed.

"Doing okay back there, Alia?" Kitty over her shoulder, approximately 25 minutes too late. "Sucks you got stuck with Earl."

"Hey," protested the owner of the monster that was stretching her pussy loose.

I sure did get stuck with Earl, Alia thought dazedly, then managed to laugh breathlessly and say, "Just a little embarrassing, is a—hic—all."

Yup. Embarrassing. Exactly the word you'd use when your BFF's brother's massive cock was trying to poke your bellybutton out from the inside.

(It occurred to her that his dick was so deep inside her that the head was probably above the waistline of her skirt where it throbbed inside her—and the knowledge made her whimper through yet another orgasm, muscles trying and failing to tighten around his girth.)

"Embarrassing?" Kai was frowning at her. "You look a little..."

"Allergies," Earl explained, sounding terribly sympathetic for a guy who had forced his entire cock into her pussy and then locked her on it. "Something got her bad."

Something, he said.

On the note of somethings, something sure felt like it was getting close to blowing another load, and Alia was uniquely powerless to stop it.

(Distantly, she wondered how many loads the condom could take before it broke, but she had bigger problems right now.)

She was pretty sure Kai's mother clicked her tongue. Rose and Kitty both looked terribly sympathetic. Minnie seemed entirely oblivious to them all, but when she ducked down, she came back up with a clear bottle of pink pills and bottled water.

She and Rose made a team effort to pass them back to Alia, and Alia managed to accept them with fumbling hands, even though her eyes crossed as they hit a stop and Earl drove inside her.

"Carsick too?" Rose checked sympathetically, and ruffled Alia's short hair. Alia's guts were too busy frantically clenching around cock to really care. "Focus on the horizon, okay, sweetheart? It'll help, I promise."

It actually could not help with the fog of sexsexsex, but Alia nodded anyway and turned her face to the front of the car.

Earl promptly punched all the air out of her lungs with a quick, circling clit massage.

At the rest of the car's urging, and with Earl's help, Alia managed to down two of the tablets of benadryl, despite the shaking convulsions rocking her from the inside out.

And then Violet stirred, and brought upon her the rest of the car's attention—along with Alia's sheer, unadulterated panic—and then all the bets were off and the din of the conversation rose to try to include Alia and Earl as well, as irritable as the looks Violet kept flashing them all with were.

Alia... tried. And managed to have a coherent addition or two.

Mostly, she was very grateful for the carsickness excuse when the highway had a roughened stretch and she was too busy drowning in a seemingly minutes-long peak to know which way was up.

She wasn't the only one. Earl was going softer for longer, but he still pulsed once more in the middle of that, and after his fifth load in that single condom, at which point Alia realized what it meant, and felt a hot bundle of panic start to sear the edges of her heat.

Her parents didn't let her have birth control. Nobody thought she was getting any, nor would get any.

If the condom broke, it would all flood her, and there was so much cum, all plugged in—

His big thumb brushed her clit, and she hated herself for how hard she clenched down, squeezing the latex that was already threatening to burst.

If she got pregnant—if the condom broke and he pumped her full of so much cum it had to knock her up—if she left this camping trip with—

Her mind should have gone towards abortions and Plan B, but instead she thought about being filled with a baby, something inside her that would grow and grow and grow and stretch her womb to its limits over the next nine months, how she wouldn't even really know whether or not it would until her flat stomach started expanding weeks from now, how not even the cock inside her now could compare in size to the single child it might put in her—

It might not be a single child—with so much of it threatening to burst out, it might even be twins—might have her clothes tightening even earlier while she carried two growing babies at once—

—if that happened, her life would be over. She would lose everything.

She needed to—she couldn't—she had to keep from making him cum, had to keep very still to not wear down on the already-thin latex, had to do her best not to squeeze even as she was stuck on the world's most dangerous vibrating dildo with no escape or off button—

(Baby bump. Maybe twins. Feeling kicks and leaking tits and needing maternity clothing because the massive dick straining against her cervix was about to fit something much bigger into her.)

She gulped down a noise and couldn't keep herself from coming a little, and then couldn't suppress a tiny shuddering whine as a large hand laid over her abdomen and pressed, compressing his dick inside her and making the condom strain dangerously.

Thankfully, the rest of the family was distracted again, and paid no heed to her hastily wiping her cheeks.

With eyes that could barely see, she watched them pull off of a highway onto a very old road, hot on the tail of one of the other vans; with ears that could barely hear, she listened to Kitty call another driver while frowning at a map, listened to them discuss paths, listened to them decide to take the more scenic route that wound and wound and wound; with a pussy that only had awareness for the cock stretching it open, Alia was dead sure she could feel the condom swelling with its contents.

Dangerous, molten, life-ruining contents, only a thin barrier of latex away from disaster.

She couldn't let it pop. She had to—

"We're on old, bumpy roads again," Kai's mother announced. "Keep your shit from spilling, kids."

Alia's blood ran hot, then cold, then even hotter. The first bounce had Earl pulled out halfway and viciously plunged back in.

It's going to pop, she thought faintly, and failed to suppress a hiccuping gasp, because the next was even more powerful.

Broad hands on her hips easily tilted her body for the smoothest access, the best thrusts, the most direct line to her core—then plunged her down, bouncing her like she was nothing but a sex toy with the best part at deepest space inside her and he needed to get there every time.

It's gonna pop, lanced through her like lightning with every thrust, lighting up every inch of her body with tense sensitivity. If he blows again, it's gonna pop.

The motor of the van vibrated, their seats jiggling out of rhythm, wearing down that thin barrier of protection with every rub—and then he brushed her oversensitive clit and flicked one side of her sports bra up to grope her tit, setting off an overpowering orgasm she was powerless to stop.

It's gonna pop, she thought desperately, torn open and so intimately vulnerable and seconds from getting the creaming of a lifetime. It's gonna pop it's gonna pop it's gonna pop—

"Fuck," Earl hissed, and came.

It popped.

Maybe she shouldn't have been able to feel it, but she did. She felt the sudden change in pressure and heat as six loads of cum flooded into her core at once.

She barely choked down a squeal—and came so hard the world whited out for several seconds.

When she came back to herself, it was to a broken condom, a rock-hard dick plugging up her pussy, and all six of the other occupants giving her very strange looks indeed.

"Alia, honey?" Kai's mother said, slowing as she twisted in her seat to check on her temporary charge. "Are you okay?"

I'm pregnant, Alia thought, dazed, the seed pooling hot and heavy in her belly, where it would do its work best, tingling with pure realizing potential, and the thought made her want to come again and again and again. Aloud, she faintly managed, "I'm... okay, yeah."

"I think she's tired," Earl croaked, then cleared his throat. Inside her, his dick throbbed while she twitched in aftershocks. Distantly, she wondered if he was about to add even more to her load. "Benadryl's probably kicking in."

The atmosphere in the van, from what she could tell, switched from worried and confused to worried and sympathetic. Violet gave her a strange look, then visibly dismissed it as not her problem and went back to her phone.

"I know it's asking a lot of you, but try to make her comfortable, Earl," said Minnie in that tone she always used with Earl.

"I'm not that much of an asshole," he snapped back irritably, and fondled Alia's clit just to prove it.

Alia, with a pussy stuffed past the brim with cock and a womb filled up with cum, neither of which would be there if he wasn't an asshole, wanted to differ, but she was too busy trying to hide her physical ecstasy to manage it.

Bags were shifted, she was shifted, and then he shifted so she would have a prime angle for his dick while she collapsed against him, and his hand was pressing down on the swell he made.

Where, in two or three months, she was going to start swelling again. Where, in four or five months, her clothes wouldn't fit anymore, and there would be no hiding what was happening inside her. Where, in six or seven months, she would feel something (or a pair of somethings) start to kick. Where, in nine months, that thing inside her would have grown so big that she would look ready to pop herself...

"Oops," he breathed into her hair, and rubbed her lower abdomen deeper.

The thought of cum being swished around in there nearly made her sob with heat and desperation.

"Is that all you have to say for yourself?" she barely managed to hiss before another wild bump had him pulling out and plunging in and wiping her head clean of everything outside of cock and baby.

A few more bumps and ways and assisted jiggles and he came again, a new wave of squishy, tingling, fertile heat joining the rest in her core.

"Yeah," he groaned back, and let out a satisfied sigh.

After that, she wasn't capable of much except laying her head on his shoulder and feeling the stuff inside her slosh and squish, every drop kept inside by a too-large cock wrapped in the shreds of a condom, a cock that she just knew was going to fit inside her again and again whether she wanted it to or not.

(She thought about what that might feel like if her belly was several months swollen with twins, and arousal flared up through her exhausted body, her breath hitching and her pussy starting to ripple and clench around him of its own volition.)

They went around smooth curves and through rocky stretches, the long, long, long winding roads keeping her in sexual limbo, swinging between simply holding his cock inside her and getting screwed silly by it—and then, multiple times, being pumped even fuller by it.

By the time they arrived at the campsite, she was so overfull and overstimulated that she could barely hear the rest of the car celebrating the end of the journey.

Voices clattered above her head, people lurching to be free of their confines, loud sighs of relief as they cracked their backs and stretched their legs and went to check on the other cars, and when the clunk of the lock and the hiss of cylinders signaled the trunk opening, she couldn't even care that someone was so close.

"Oh, you're still here?" asked Minnie's mother.

Earl groaned deep in his chest, and the noise reverberated in Alia's belly. "It's like when you have a cat asleep on your lap."

She barked a laugh and ruffled his hair. "Come on out when you're ready."

It was only when she'd gone again, taking a few bags with her, that Earl unbuckled the seatbelt.

Alia moaned.

He started to pull her off of his dick, but Alia knew instantly what would happen and slammed back down again before flailing over the bags with clumsy hands in search of—"Tissues," she croaked at Earl, her mouth thick.

Thy found them together, and Alia pulled off of him in one quick movement, shoving a large wad inside her pussy before anything could leak out. She'd deal with the consequences later. The condom had rolled into a ring three-quarters down his shaft from the post-breakage fucking, tatters clinging pathetically to his soaked skin.

Once they both cleaned up to the best of their ability, they managed to clamber out of the car together.

Earl complained that his legs were asleep while her own dumped her on the foot ledge of the van, and then Minnie fussed and agreed to help her get to to the bathroom.

One long, staggering trip later, she watched the sheer volume of cum leave her again, creamy and hot and viscous, knowing her insides were still coated in it and would stay coated no matter how good she cleaned up now, and if she wasn't pregnant yet, she would be very, very soon.

(Her pussy tried to clench around nothing.)

And that Earl, no matter how much he claimed not to be an asshole, was going to take advantage of his new ability to make it fit at every available opportunity, wearing out condom after condom—if he ever deigned to wear one again.

(Her pussy clenched even harder.)

If she didn't get pregnant this time... and he came inside her again (and again and again and again and—)... it might... it might...

Heedless of Minnie waiting for her outside, Alia shoved her hand between her legs and furiously rubbed another one out of her abused flesh.

Three days later saw two young individuals deep in the forest, far enough off the trails that someone could raise their voice without worrying about being heard. The gloved tip of one's very large cock dipped in and out of the other's much smaller pussy as the two made out, never digging deeper than half an inch.

"Please—" a thick, girly voice could be heard begging, if one were close enough to hear, "please, please, please—inside, put it in, put it in, put it in, please, deep, please, plea-eeeeah!"

Then, not long after:

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease—come inside, c-come—take it off an' fuck me, now, please—just—fuck—take it off!"

"You're fuckin'—nngh—needy, aren'cha—"

There was the rustle of leaves, feminine squeaks of exertion, the quiet snap of elastic, and then two loud groans.

"Yesyesyesyes—come on, more-more—yes, yes, yes—don't pull o-out, please—yesyesyes—ah-ah-ah—d-don't pull—fuck!"

And if one were to look for litter around that area not long afterwards, one might find a single forgotten condom, obviously used but very empty.