From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:
Kira was enjoying her drink at The Zone.
And she had no idea why.
Okay, she did have some idea. It was the first time she’d had a drink since she had given birth. Given birth to the baby that had been conceived right here at The Zone. Conceived by an Alpha.
Kira closed her eyes for a moment, remembering the night. She had been completely overwhelmed by the pheromone ability of the Alpha. Completely unprepared for the intensity of the arousal, the heat, the need, the-
Kira shook her head. Even thinking about it was enough to get her going again. The most intense…the most amazing sexual experience she’d ever had. It was…almost addicting.
But it had left her with an embarrassing belly. And yet despite the belly, she’d been back to The Zone. Even now after she’d given birth to the Alpha’s baby- an Alpha whose name she still didn’t know- she was back at The Zone.
It was crazy. But Kira felt this was where she should be. Plus it was a good way to show everybody she wasn’t going to be intimidated by a bar or by Alphas. All right, fine, they had gotten lucky once and managed to get her with a belly-sweller. But Kira knew better now. There was no way anybody- man, woman, futa, Alpha, whoever- was going to swell her flat belly. Wasn’t going to happen.
Of course, the other reason Kira was here was that she was dying to check out a room she had just found out was here at The Zone…a room called ‘Level Up’. It was yet another bar here at The Zone, but this one catered to the gaming community.
And that’s where Kira was now.
The bar interior looked something like a gaming convention on steroids. The overhead lights were out, but they were unnecessary as it was easy enough to see due to the various neon lights and spotlights. Many of the patrons were dressed in cosplay. Monitors were everywhere, showing video of gameplay from an array of games, from classic arcade games from the 80s to the most recent AAA releases. Consoles were arranged in various places and there were hardcore head-to-head matches taking place.
A bartender dressed as Mario brought Kira a drink called ‘The Max’, named after a character from ‘Life Is Strange’. Kira was content.
Kira took her drink and moved to a table toward the back. As she sat down, she noticed a guy dressed similar to Aquaman sitting at a table near her. Well, Momoa’s version of Aquaman, anyway, complete with black jeans, boots and body ink.
And abdominal muscles. There were definitely some abdominal muscles involved in there somewhere.
Kira took a swallow of her drink, her eyes still locked on the guy’s midsection. Then the abdominal muscles stood up and walked to her table.
Kira looked up, prepared to tell the guy to take a hike. Abdominal muscles or not, she had no intention of hooking up with anybody. But as her she made eye-contact with the guy, she gasped.
It was him. The same Alpha that had knocked her up before.
Kira swallowed nervously, blinking, her heart pounding in her throat.
The guy smiled disarmingly. “Hello again,” he said. “I hope you’re enjoying your drink. That it’s helping you to relax.”
Kira’s heart hammered in her chest. She had to go. To run. To get away. To save her flat belly!
But…it was too late. Kira closed her eyes and breathed in. Far too late. He was releasing his pheromones, overwhelming her senses.
Oh, gawd…he smelled good. So good. She was wet. So very wet.
He stepped closer, very much in Kira’s personal space now. He wasn’t touching her, but it seemed like he was.
Kira opened her eyes and saw those abdominal muscles inches away from her face. So close. Her hips wriggled slightly and she pressed her thighs together. And found herself reaching out and running her fingers over his stomach muscles, shuddering as her fingers trailed over his sculpted abs. She could sense the heat from his cock. It was so close, demanding attention. It was the only thing.
Kira gasped as the guy pulled her to her feet, as he turned her around. Her arms went up as he pulled her top off her body effortlessly from behind her, as he unhooked her bra, her breasts dropping free, jiggling momentarily. Her clothing, her panties, everything gone. Naked. She was naked. She was supposed to be naked. His cock, that powerful cock, that arrogant cock, demanded she be naked.
Kira gasped as she felt herself bent over the table. The one part of her brain that was still free of the Alpha’s influence was screaming at her, trying to get her to pull free. She tensed her leg muscles to resist him, tried to ignore her fluttering belly, to clear her head of heat and need.
She felt the Alpha’s fat cockhead press against her sopping wet slit, her nipples hard on the cool table surface. And then the Alpha cock was inside her, his balls leaning heavily against her clit.
And then, as the Alpha’s cock stroked back-and-forth inside her, she realized there was another pair of jeans directly in front of her, inches from her face. They were on someone dressed as Hanzo from Overwatch.
The guy didn’t slow his stroking in the least as he said, “Hey, Greg.”
Greg, the guy in front of Kira, said, “Hey, dude. How you doin’?”
Kira felt the Alpha’s hands on her hips now, holding her in place as he continued pounding her silly.
“I’m doing all right,” he said, his hips slapping against Kira’s bare ass. “You?”
Greg took a swallow of the drink he was holding, then said, “Pretty good. Won some money this weekend. Did you see that crazy Bears game?”
Kira’s cheeks burned as they continued their casual conversation over her naked, writhing body, helpless to react, helpless to move, helpless to do anything but take that Alpha cock inside her, on display for the entire bar to see.
“Heck of a field goal kick, too,” said Greg. Then Greg looked down, noticing Kira for the first time. “Well, damn. Cute. Do you mind?”
The Alpha started to grind into Kira then, pressing against her clit nonchalantly. “No, I don’t mind. Go right ahead.”
Kira bucked, her whole body writhing on the table as impossibly heat radiated from her belly throughout her body, her body beginning to convulse with electric orgasms. She was past conscious thought, able only to react, not to think, as she was then being overwhelmed not just by the pheromones of one Alpha, but two.
Kira had no idea when the second Alpha pushed his cock into her mouth. All she knew was that there was a cock stroking into her mouth now with the same heat and intensity as the cock stroking into her hot, wet pussy.
The Alpha behind her was slapping his hips against Kira’s bare ass, pushing deep inside her, his cockhead hitting her cervix deep inside her. “Dolphins look really bad,” he said.
Greg stroked his cock back and forth inside Kira’s warm, wet mouth, his dick going deep inside her throat, her lips wrapped helplessly around his shaft. “Yeah, they did. Can’t believe the Patriots covered that fucking obscene spread.”
“I know, right?”
Then the Alpha slammed all the way inside her, balls deep, and grunted. Kira’s eyes widened as she felt a surge of heat deep inside her womb. So deep. And his release triggered hers and suddenly Kira was writhing like a slut, helplessly coming on his cock again and again.
And then Greg grunted and suddenly his cock was pumping a heated flow of semen into her mouth, Kira swallowing as fast as she could, helpless to stop herself. She could feel her belly filling with Greg’s semen as the Alpha continued to pump her mouth.
The two Alphas continued to fill her with hot, potent semen for nearly a minute. After they finished, they paused, allowing their cocks to drain inside the helplessly exhausted and inseminated Kira. Then they pulled their cocks free.
There was a brief round of applause from the surrounding tables, although the two Alphas didn’t appear to notice. Greg put his cock back in his pants and took a swallow of his drink. The other Alpha did the same.
Then Greg said, “Shame about Brees, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” said the other Alpha. “Wasn’t much of a game after that.”
The voices of the two Alphas faded as they walked away.
Her heartrate finally slowing, Kira could only close her eyes. She felt a hot blush beginning to cover her entire body as she realized what had just happened…as she realized she was going to be getting another helpless belly while she was still breast-feeding her first baby.
As she realized she still didn’t know the name of the Alpha that was turning her into a baby factory.
September 2019
Kira was enjoying her drink at The Zone.
And she had no idea why.
Okay, she did have some idea. It was the first time she’d had a drink since she had given birth. Given birth to the baby that had been conceived right here at The Zone. Conceived by an Alpha.
Kira closed her eyes for a moment, remembering the night. She had been completely overwhelmed by the pheromone ability of the Alpha. Completely unprepared for the intensity of the arousal, the heat, the need, the-
Kira shook her head. Even thinking about it was enough to get her going again. The most intense…the most amazing sexual experience she’d ever had. It was…almost addicting.
But it had left her with an embarrassing belly. And yet despite the belly, she’d been back to The Zone. Even now after she’d given birth to the Alpha’s baby- an Alpha whose name she still didn’t know- she was back at The Zone.
It was crazy. But Kira felt this was where she should be. Plus it was a good way to show everybody she wasn’t going to be intimidated by a bar or by Alphas. All right, fine, they had gotten lucky once and managed to get her with a belly-sweller. But Kira knew better now. There was no way anybody- man, woman, futa, Alpha, whoever- was going to swell her flat belly. Wasn’t going to happen.
Of course, the other reason Kira was here was that she was dying to check out a room she had just found out was here at The Zone…a room called ‘Level Up’. It was yet another bar here at The Zone, but this one catered to the gaming community.
And that’s where Kira was now.
The bar interior looked something like a gaming convention on steroids. The overhead lights were out, but they were unnecessary as it was easy enough to see due to the various neon lights and spotlights. Many of the patrons were dressed in cosplay. Monitors were everywhere, showing video of gameplay from an array of games, from classic arcade games from the 80s to the most recent AAA releases. Consoles were arranged in various places and there were hardcore head-to-head matches taking place.
A bartender dressed as Mario brought Kira a drink called ‘The Max’, named after a character from ‘Life Is Strange’. Kira was content.
Kira took her drink and moved to a table toward the back. As she sat down, she noticed a guy dressed similar to Aquaman sitting at a table near her. Well, Momoa’s version of Aquaman, anyway, complete with black jeans, boots and body ink.
And abdominal muscles. There were definitely some abdominal muscles involved in there somewhere.
Kira took a swallow of her drink, her eyes still locked on the guy’s midsection. Then the abdominal muscles stood up and walked to her table.
Kira looked up, prepared to tell the guy to take a hike. Abdominal muscles or not, she had no intention of hooking up with anybody. But as her she made eye-contact with the guy, she gasped.
It was him. The same Alpha that had knocked her up before.
Kira swallowed nervously, blinking, her heart pounding in her throat.
The guy smiled disarmingly. “Hello again,” he said. “I hope you’re enjoying your drink. That it’s helping you to relax.”
Kira’s heart hammered in her chest. She had to go. To run. To get away. To save her flat belly!
But…it was too late. Kira closed her eyes and breathed in. Far too late. He was releasing his pheromones, overwhelming her senses.
Oh, gawd…he smelled good. So good. She was wet. So very wet.
He stepped closer, very much in Kira’s personal space now. He wasn’t touching her, but it seemed like he was.
Kira opened her eyes and saw those abdominal muscles inches away from her face. So close. Her hips wriggled slightly and she pressed her thighs together. And found herself reaching out and running her fingers over his stomach muscles, shuddering as her fingers trailed over his sculpted abs. She could sense the heat from his cock. It was so close, demanding attention. It was the only thing.
Kira gasped as the guy pulled her to her feet, as he turned her around. Her arms went up as he pulled her top off her body effortlessly from behind her, as he unhooked her bra, her breasts dropping free, jiggling momentarily. Her clothing, her panties, everything gone. Naked. She was naked. She was supposed to be naked. His cock, that powerful cock, that arrogant cock, demanded she be naked.
Kira gasped as she felt herself bent over the table. The one part of her brain that was still free of the Alpha’s influence was screaming at her, trying to get her to pull free. She tensed her leg muscles to resist him, tried to ignore her fluttering belly, to clear her head of heat and need.
She felt the Alpha’s fat cockhead press against her sopping wet slit, her nipples hard on the cool table surface. And then the Alpha cock was inside her, his balls leaning heavily against her clit.
And then, as the Alpha’s cock stroked back-and-forth inside her, she realized there was another pair of jeans directly in front of her, inches from her face. They were on someone dressed as Hanzo from Overwatch.
The guy didn’t slow his stroking in the least as he said, “Hey, Greg.”
Greg, the guy in front of Kira, said, “Hey, dude. How you doin’?”
Kira felt the Alpha’s hands on her hips now, holding her in place as he continued pounding her silly.
“I’m doing all right,” he said, his hips slapping against Kira’s bare ass. “You?”
Greg took a swallow of the drink he was holding, then said, “Pretty good. Won some money this weekend. Did you see that crazy Bears game?”
Kira’s cheeks burned as they continued their casual conversation over her naked, writhing body, helpless to react, helpless to move, helpless to do anything but take that Alpha cock inside her, on display for the entire bar to see.
“Heck of a field goal kick, too,” said Greg. Then Greg looked down, noticing Kira for the first time. “Well, damn. Cute. Do you mind?”
The Alpha started to grind into Kira then, pressing against her clit nonchalantly. “No, I don’t mind. Go right ahead.”
Kira bucked, her whole body writhing on the table as impossibly heat radiated from her belly throughout her body, her body beginning to convulse with electric orgasms. She was past conscious thought, able only to react, not to think, as she was then being overwhelmed not just by the pheromones of one Alpha, but two.
Kira had no idea when the second Alpha pushed his cock into her mouth. All she knew was that there was a cock stroking into her mouth now with the same heat and intensity as the cock stroking into her hot, wet pussy.
The Alpha behind her was slapping his hips against Kira’s bare ass, pushing deep inside her, his cockhead hitting her cervix deep inside her. “Dolphins look really bad,” he said.
Greg stroked his cock back and forth inside Kira’s warm, wet mouth, his dick going deep inside her throat, her lips wrapped helplessly around his shaft. “Yeah, they did. Can’t believe the Patriots covered that fucking obscene spread.”
“I know, right?”
Then the Alpha slammed all the way inside her, balls deep, and grunted. Kira’s eyes widened as she felt a surge of heat deep inside her womb. So deep. And his release triggered hers and suddenly Kira was writhing like a slut, helplessly coming on his cock again and again.
And then Greg grunted and suddenly his cock was pumping a heated flow of semen into her mouth, Kira swallowing as fast as she could, helpless to stop herself. She could feel her belly filling with Greg’s semen as the Alpha continued to pump her mouth.
The two Alphas continued to fill her with hot, potent semen for nearly a minute. After they finished, they paused, allowing their cocks to drain inside the helplessly exhausted and inseminated Kira. Then they pulled their cocks free.
There was a brief round of applause from the surrounding tables, although the two Alphas didn’t appear to notice. Greg put his cock back in his pants and took a swallow of his drink. The other Alpha did the same.
Then Greg said, “Shame about Brees, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” said the other Alpha. “Wasn’t much of a game after that.”
The voices of the two Alphas faded as they walked away.
Her heartrate finally slowing, Kira could only close her eyes. She felt a hot blush beginning to cover her entire body as she realized what had just happened…as she realized she was going to be getting another helpless belly while she was still breast-feeding her first baby.
As she realized she still didn’t know the name of the Alpha that was turning her into a baby factory.
September 2019