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The wave of nausea the morning after your third month in the Hewitt’s household, you felt deeply unsettled. You had gained weight, assuming it was the sudden rise of a heavier meat diet; the sickness that accompanied and maybe even your lack of menstrual cycle was getting used to the occasional human flesh within it, you knew those studies on people eating people had strange consequences, especially for your psyche. Although your softer parts continued to swell and you had only gotten moodier, and your stomach began to twist into knots throughout the day in waves of nausea. Tommy seemed to know almost before you did, holding your tummy in the wee hours of the night and rumbling, content. He seemed…Softer. Like he knew you were more delicate than usual.
You weren't sure if you should tell anyone, but you knew that Luda Mae had had an eye on you the day you got morning sickness. You would usually drag yourself to Luda Mae’s truck where she would drive you both to the gas station when no one was home to keep an eye on you in the day, where you would sit, uncomfortable and constantly nauseous anyways at the smell of stale meat and at the thought you had to suppress another round of bile.
That grueling morning she stood outside of the bathroom with her arms crossed, surprising and embarrassing you when you opened the door to see her. You were even more so surprised when she told you to stay home, leaving you with only uncle Monty, who would be able to stop you as well as he would be able to pick you up and throw you.
You sat by the window in the living room until Charlie returned home from his rounds around town, retreating upstairs until the rest of the family was home.
Luda Mae kept everyone at the table late that night after supper, long after your big revelation. You hadn't even really told anyone yet, but she had looked you in the eye across the table, making a bead of sweat roll down your temple “ We weren't even sure if this would come about ‘cause of Tommy’s…Condition. But here you are. Bun in the oven “ She says, making you shiver. The two eldest men shoot a look at you and Tommy in surprise. Charlie says something undoubtedly lewd that Lida Mae chastises him for, but you can't hear much past the buzzing in your ears. You can only focus on Tommy, who looks equally lost and stiff standing behind the chair beside you. He still never joined you at the table, leaning over his plate and shoving food into his mouth before lumbering off to cleave meat for tomorrow, joining you long after you've gone to bed.
There was something they hadn't told you, something that shook you to your core when she explained it. They had been expanding the family via kidnapping over the past few years now, usually stealing babies or small children who weren't old enough to remember their real parents. You were somewhat in the same situation now, your use was just different and far more important.
“ Now you'll be giving birth to an actual Hewitt. Real family. “
" Our Lil' not so virgin Mary “ Monty scoffed, looking less than impressed by the family’s plan. You doubted Charlie and Ludae Mae had the same agendas for all of this. Still, you were the beginning of the elder Hewitts’ plan to perpetuate their bloodline. Your thoughts swam, your anxiety increased tenfold and you felt the urge to expel your food
“ You're gonna start eating a lot more now and not from something with a name, if we can help it. No more of that throwin’ up in the mornin’ either, if you feel like you're gonna get sick I've got a few tricks for that “ She says, easily slipping into the motions of domestic life once again, having raised every cousin and niece and nephew of hers until they all either moved or passed, leaving only her destitute brothers. Confusion touches your brow and you have to remember how unstable everyone was. Real family. The term rolled around in your mind. You had heard Charlie himself discuss the validity of Thomas's presence here not so quietly one night. You had suspected as much, considering he looked nothing like everyone else and a father was never spoken of. Still he was family, he had been raised as such and that seemed to be good enough.
Dinner finishes on the note of warm tea and rest and you can't even be too excited about it, considering you already felt the need to throw up again. You wash dishes quietly, looking up towards the window and you see yourself staring back at you past the tall, dark fields and for the first time in a long time you felt like running again. You knew your feet wouldn't take you far. You knew Thomas wouldn't let you get far. Maybe this time he’ll actually-
You nearly drop the bowl you were cleaning into the basin when you feel stronger hands rest on your hips, strong fingers digging into the flesh of you. Thomas leans into you, taking a deep breath of your hair. He's tense too. You can't even imagine what he was thinking about. His palm rests over the softness of your stomach under the apron, rubbing there back and forth. Your bottom lip wobbles as you reach to touch the back of his hand, closing your eyes as you let cold acceptance wash over you
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Fall cools the air in the home, squashes and vegetables were harvested for the season, meat had become more space, but fall was for food that stretched, hearty soups and jerky that would be suitable nutrition for you, while the others continued to feast on holiday travelers with low gas or popped tires. Your stomach had grown out to a soft roundness that Thomas could barely keep his hands off of. Fall meant a few less chores that kept him out of the house, away from his little partner. Nesting had set in for the both of you, Thomas doing his best to figure out how to block the draft from walls so you were comfy at night and you were setting items about the room that would allow you to live a bit more comfortably for yourself in your condition.
Things that filled your shared room were usually little trinkets, clothes, comfy items stolen from the cars and the bodies of the people who were unlucky enough to pass by, laying out a large comforter over your bed, scrubbed clean from where the blood spot used to be near the top of the blanket. The bed had been recently reinforced as well, Thomas had really picked up being a handy man around the house so he could stay closer to you. You jolt every time he knocks nails into jagged wood pieces around the edge of the window, watching as his arms flex and exertion makes his brow furrow and bead of sweat roll down his temple, making you twirl your skirts around your index finger in a distracted manner. You couldn't have known that pregnancy had made your hormones flare up for your pseudo-husband so intensely. It's like if you weren't already pregnant, you would be splayed out over the bed by now, asking him to give you a baby. Your cheeks flare at the thought, letting out a soft noise as you lean over to brush your hand over the blankets to smooth out the wrinkles. Tommy drops the hammer with a thud and you look over your shoulder at him, flushing slightly as he approaches
“ Done with the window? " You ask softly. He nods slowly, letting out a soft huff as he trails a hand up your back from where you're bent at the hip to the nape of your neck, giving a firm squeeze. Your legs tremble and you straighten out your back to turn to him, a wry little smile touching your features. You both had refrained from rolling around in the sheets when you began to show, not wanting to hurt you or knock the baby around too much, but he had sulked for a whole first day he couldn't sink his frustrations into you, instead throwing the energy into miscellaneous projects, from housework to his morbid figures he likes to make with roadkill and the bones of victims. He tried to gift you with a necklace made out of some kind of vertebrae, you didn't wear it but still politely hung it on the bed post-on his side of the bed.
Still, despite all of his efforts, you could still see the heat in his gaze when he looked at you. You chewed your bottom lip, having to slip away to keep from breaking your promise “ You should relax. I'll get you some tea “ You say and before you can leave the room he catches your wrist, pulling you back against him. He presses himself flush to your back, hands reaching around to hold under your tummy with strong cupped hands, letting out a groan as the weight is lifted off of your feet, hips and back for a moment. Your noises triggered a few from Thomas as well, rolling his hips forward against your backside. You gasp, swallowing audibly as you feel his bulge nudging up against you. He reached over your shoulder to close the door in front of you, then to remove his mask, letting it fall to the ground
He was slowly getting more comfortable wearing his real face around you, letting you touch and caress his jaw and even now helped tend to any self inflicted wounds before they festered. He guides you to walk backwards by the hand on your tummy, sitting down on the edge of the bed to hold you on his lap. You lean back against him, exposing your neck to him and keeping your eyes closed, basking in Tommy's size and warmth as you were able to get off your feet for a moment. He lowered his shoulders to drag his mouth over the side of your neck with a soft breath, his ruined mouth wet against your skin. His fingers, usually clumsy and used for tearing and swinging heavy weapons, shook as they tried as delicately as he could to unbutton your shirt, strained against your slowly increasing breast size “ Tommy…” You whine softly as you feel the heat build between your legs, his hand dipping down to touch your core. He shivers when he realizes you weren't wearing any undergarments, something you had forgotten these last few months as you had no menstruation to worry about, nor the inclination to bend over to put one more piece of clothing on if you had to. You stopped wearing your lone brassiere long ago after realizing you were pregnant, breasts tender in the early months that you had chosen to ignore.
He rubs your clit in little circles, holds you when you flinch. He settled back so you don't topple over with your combined weight, letting your shirt fall open to expose your tits and the bump of your belly. He slides his hand over it with a satisfied purr, his callused palms rough over the soft, taut skin. He traced shapes into your blushed flesh, belly heaving with each labored breath as his other hand continued their own little swirls around your lips and clit. You grind into his hand, holding onto his giant arms as he brings you close to an orgasm before he pulls away, leaving you needy and wanting as he lifts his hand to suck on his fingers messily. He adjusts you back against the headboard, a pillow under your back to keep you comfortable as he settles himself between your legs. More and more these days it seemed that he was getting gentler with you, treating you not just as some prized pet, not even like family. You were his and he was unusually careful with you despite his very nature, but Thomas would remain a mystery to everyone who knew him and it seemed that would remain to be so. He presses close, pressing his hands up under your knees to spread them wide, wrapping them around his hips as he shimmies down his pants over the plump of his own hard stomach, his cock ruddy and leaking as he pulls off your skirt, throwing it aside as he brushes the head between the soaked slit of your lips. You curl your fingers into the sheets braiding yourself as you take him for the first time in three weeks. It felt like sinking into a too-hot bath, flinching and whimpering and hesitating each inch as he sunk into you. He grunted, hips twitching when you tugged at his hair gently
“ W-wait a moment, Tommy, wait…” You whine and he obeys hesitantly, letting you adjust. He sees the uncomfortable look on your face and he knows how to fix it. He rubs your tummy while the other touches clumsily over your clit with a slick noise, watching as your twisted expression relaxes, brows twitching and arching as your grip on his hair relaxes to simply hold him “ I…Im okay “ You breathe and he exhales deeply, nudging his mouth against your temple, slowly moving forward until he's finally settled within you, giving a full body quake as he settles the head of his dick up against your cervix, groaning as he pulls out to lazily drag himself forward again. You shiver from your toes to the top of your head, resting a hand over his that still rested protectively over your belly, making sure he didn't jostle you too much.
Still, for some reason, you weren't satisfied.
“ T-Tommy? “ You say, a slight waver of anxiety in your tone as dark eyes gaze up at you. His slow, steady thrusts and concern were very, very nice in a way that he was showing that he was trying to be good. To treat you well. Because you were nice to him, because you stayed, because you had his baby inside of you. And those hormones from said baby and such a display from the man who had gotten you pregnant rattled you to your bones with the need for something more “ C-C-Can you…Go faster? Please? “ you whine, looking away shyly. He seemed to stall for a moment like an old truck, and when his thrusts had slowed, you knew you had to do something.
You hook your legs over his hips higher and tug him down with a high pitched whimper, Tommy responding with his own surprised cry. He looks down at you, confused and a bit worried he hurt you, only to watch your face melt into pleasure, rubbing your legs up and down his sides like a horny cricket. It's jarring, how receptive you suddenly were, but his already underdeveloped problem solving skills were turned to mush as your cunt gave a needy squeeze around him. Now that he could understand. He bellows out needily as he holds onto your thighs, adjusting his grip and his position to where he could let gravity guide his downward thrusts, pulling back and huffing harshly as he sets a quicker, harsher pace, all the while you squeeze around him at the same rhythm, gentle little ‘Uh~!’s from the both of you joining the mix. It was almost embarrassing, how sweet this all was, caught underneath your g and domestic this all felt under your giant man and your swollen belly as he held you like something precious, like the past four to five months hadn't been absolute hell for you. Six months ago you should have been up north, in a new life with a good job, maybe even a handsome husband who you had met under normal circumstances. You might have even been in the same position as you were now. But you couldn't think about that. You couldn't even imagine that you weren't still in the destitute plot of land that was your hometown, that human flesh hadn't passed your lips before. You couldn't replace the body above you with anyone but Tommy.
“ H-Hah~! T-Thomas, I-I-! I love you! “ you sob out like it was cut from you from pelvis to ribs. You hadn't said it before. You hadn't believed it before. Tears flowed as his thrusts turned animal-like, shallow and slick that made your core ache, but you didn't care, you loved the pain, you loved it when it came from Tommy because you know he could do so much worse to you. Because he restrained himself when it came to you.
To an extent.
He growls as he presses his face against yours in a rough kiss, the flat of his teeth cutting into the open seam of your mouth, biting at your lips and shoving his tongue down your throat, fingers squeezing your cheeks. You moan into his mouth as you ripple around him, coming around him. He moans out as he fills you with his own hard round of spunk, shaking as he fills you until he's spilling around you, rubbing his thumb over your clit in loose back and forth motions to keep you nice and tight. You tug on his hair gently and he continues for just a moment before you tug just a bit harder with a desperate little cry “ T-Tommy, s-slow…” you say and he huffs harshly, easing his touches to lazy strokes around your lips, trailing slick and cum around and making you both messy. You bite your lip as he pulls out, sighing as he lowers your legs for you. You go limp as a ragdoll on the clean comforter, having Thomas guide you into laying on your side, cupping your tummy as you settle into the pillows.
You closed your eyes, feeling warm breath moving around the sweaty hair stuck to the back of your neck, a good long rest would do the both of you good as you drifted off inside the sanctuary he made for the two of you.