Fic: Feeling Empty - 8th instalment of the ‘Living Life to the Fullest’-Verse
Title: Feeling Empty - 8th instalment of the ‘Living Life to the Fullest’-Verse
Author: mpregloveranon
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: NC-17 pwp, Mpreg, breeder!fic, graphic births, mark to see Spoilers for more warning and kinks: water & food bloat, begging, pain!kink, belly!kink, rough!sex, fingering, dirty talk, pissing, handjobs, blowjobs, 69ing, dildos, buttplugs, cockrings, navel!play, lube & cum enemas, fisting, rimming, cum eating, snowballing
Disclaimer: I just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else righfully is making money with them.
Summary: A gluttony-induced bellyache leads to Sam and Dean discovering their belly!kinks. After trying to re-enact the very inspiring kinky sex they had, Dean comes up with a crazy idea that might satisfy their new needs and at the same time get the angels off their backs.
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Previous Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Part 8: Feeling Empty
Dean had stopped counting the days but marked the important dates in a calendar, which lay on his nightstand. Waking up he looked at the open page and grinned to himself when he saw that the next birth and consequently the next impregnation, which in his head equaled very hot and kinky sex, were scheduled for the day after tomorrow. He really couldn’t complain about his recent sex life but the impregnation-induced sex was so much more intense than anything else he had ever felt. He was definitely enjoying his breeder existence a lot. The sensation of being so full and horny all the time combined with the knowledge that Sam was in the same position and more than willing to have sex with him on any surface in the house, sent shivers of delight down his spine.
It was around noon and they had just finished their fourth round of morning sex and were still coming down from their last orgasms when Castiel, unannounced as usual, walked into their bedroom.
“You’re too early we’re only due in two days.” The older Winchester grinned and patted Sam’s huge, distended belly playfully.
“I am aware of that. This time I didn’t come to collect the children.”
Something was weird about the angel but neither Sam nor Dean could really say what exactly was off.
Unexpectedly one corner of Castiel’s mouths twitched upward morphing his usually stoic face into a weird-looking almost, comical… Grin?
“I have great news for you.” He proclaimed looking obviously pleased now. “Lucifer has been defeated.”
“How?” The brothers asked in unison and exchanged puzzled looks with each other and the angel.
Looking at Dean he started to explain. “The combined power of Michael’s two sons, you gave birth to, weakened Lucifer greatly and he died because he could not occupy his real vessel in time.” Castiel’s focus shifted to Sam.
“So a whole bunch of you couldn’t take Lucifer down and then two baby angels manage to off the great king of Hell all by themselves?” Dean looked somehow amused.
“You might have taken them for children but they were not. These children were special and much more powerful than angels because they were their own vessels. I took them to a place where they grew up and reached their full potential before they confronted Lucifer.”
“Wait a moment…” Sam frowned as if he was thinking something important through. “You said ‘were’… What happened to them?”
Now Dean was also curios and stared at the angel inquiringly.
“They sacrificed themselves to destroy Lucifer.” The weird smile on the angel’s face had long vanished when he answered.
The older Winchester was about to jump out of bed and strangle Castiel but his brother held him back firmly. “You mean we are popping this special angel offspring out just for you to use them as… cannon fodder in your War?” He was fuming.
“No, Dean. These two were an exception. We did not know how many of Michael’s offspring would be needed to defeat Lucifer therefore he kept impregnating you every two months. All the other children will join the angels and not be in any danger now.”
“If you only needed Michael’s children and only Dean was carrying them… Then what about me? Why was I also accepted as a breeder?” With every passing minute it became clearer that Castiel hadn’t told them the whole truth when they had made their deal.
The angel gazed directly at the young hunter. “You could have endangered the whole plan, Sam. If Lucifer would have occupied you, he would have become too strong for it to work. As long as you were taken as a vessel he would not be able to claim you for himself. That is why you were also impregnated.”
The brother’s just gaped in surprise at how much information had been kept from them.
“And now you just dropped by to give us the happy news?” The blonde hunter had a gut feeling that there was still more to the unexpected visit or else Castiel could have told them the news when he came to collect the next two babies.
“No. With Lucifer dead the hierarchy in Hell has broken down and all other demonic creatures are fighting for dominance. They will kill each other in their battle for power and the world will be rid of evil.”
“You’re kidding, right? Why haven’t the angels started their little breeding program earlier if it would only take a few baby Michaels to kill all evil out there? Why did you let so many people die before you put an end to it?” Dean’s nostrils were flaring with uncontained rage and the vein on his fore head looked like it was about to burst.
“You are Michael’s true vessel. You were the only one who could carry his offspring and you had to come willingly to the angels, just as you did. There was no possibility to interfere with that course.”
Sam was also mad at the revelation but he tried to understand it and hoped that his brother would also recognize that it apparently had to happen that way. Trying to soothe his lover he pulled him into an awkward sideways embrace, knowing that the older hunter wouldn’t lash out at him. “What will happen to us now?” The younger man asked hesitantly.
“It might still take some time until all evil is eradicated therefore you will be kept safe here. You will give birth to the children still growing inside you but their will not be any further impregnations. You have done your part in this and helped to prevent the apocalypse just as it was supposed to be.”
“You’re calling the deal off just like that?” Sam couldn’t believe it and knew that his brother was also stunned by the news.
“Yes, Heaven is thankful for your help but you are not needed as breeders any longer. I have to go now but I will be back in two days to collect the children.”
Both brothers just stared at the angel in obvious confusion as he vanished right before their eyes.
*
The next two days were filled with grief. The Winchesters knew that they should be celebrating that the apocalypse had been prevented and that they soon would get the chance to lead normal lives, as not only Sam but also Dean secretly had been craving for so long, but they just felt betrayed. They had trusted Castiel when he had explained the rules for their deal and now they knew that they didn’t really have a say in what had been happening. They had been told that both of them played crucial roles in the War between Good and Evil but they just felt like pawns in a big chess match between Heaven and Hell.
They were so depressed that they barely got out of bed and didn’t even make love to each other. There was only a feeling of loss and emptiness even if they were still all huge and heavy with child.
On their due date Sam woke up around six in the morning feeling incredibly uncomfortable and constipated.
Dean was so tuned in to his brother’s needs that he was instantly awake when he heard him moan into his pillow. “Sammy? What’s up?” He clicked his bedside lamp on and rolled over to look at his brother.
Turning onto his other side to face his lover, Sam attempted to play brave. “It’s nothing, just a little gas.”
He could clearly see the distress on his lover’s face and the way the young hunter clutched his stomach with one hand clearly gave away that he was in pain. “Sure that it’s not early labor?”
“I’m just constipated, Dean.” Even in the poorly lit room the slight flush on his cheeks was visible.
“Let me just check you to make sure you’re really not…”
“No, Dean, I’m not in labor. I haven’t been able to… you know… in two days.” He just wanted the earth to open and swallow him right now.
Bright green eyes widened in comprehension. “Oh… Maybe a good soak in the hot tub will help.”
“I’ll only get dizzy with all the heat and steam.” Sam dismissed the suggestion.
“Okay, then let me get you a heating pad, Sammy.” The older Winchester pealed out of the crumpled sheets and went over to their dresser to retrieve a brand new heating pad from the lowest drawer. He climbed back into bed, plugged the device into the socket and switched it on. “There you go, Sam.” He pulled the cover back to expose his lover’s massive stomach and gently laid the pad onto the swollen flesh.
“Ow, that’s too hot!” Sam exclaimed as soon as the warm pad touched his skin and his brother pulled it back immediately.
“It’s just the first level… It can’t be too hot.” He drew his eye brows up in confusion and touched his fingertips to the pleasantly warm surface to test the temperature.
The younger brother continued to argue. “It burned.”
“Alright then let’s try something else. Can you sit up for a moment?” He waited for Sam to lift his upper body a little and stuffed several pillows behind his back. “Lean back.” Dean instructed calmly and shifted closer to his lover. Leaning against the pillows sideways, he slipped a warm hand behind his brother’s lower body and pressed it gently to the small of his back. Then he plated his other hand flat on the sensually rounded curve of the underside of Sam’s roiling belly and tenderly started to rub soft circles into the aching flesh. “Is that okay?”
Sam sighed gratefully and nodded. “Yeah, feels good.”
“Good.” Dean replied and kept the soothing movement up. “Why didn’t you tell me that you weren’t feeling well?”
The younger man just shrugged. They had both been so miserable that they hadn’t talked all that much in the past two days.
Dean felt his baby brother tense under his hands and was about to go into alarmed mode when he heard him let go of some wind.
“Sorry.” Sam quickly apologized, feeling absolutely mortified for not being able to contain the gas.
“It’s okay. If you try to hold it back it won’t get better.” Increasing the pressure against his lover’s bloated belly a little, Dean kissed his neck lovingly to help him relax again. “I don’t want you to be hurting, Sammy.”
The dark-haired hunter sagged back into the fluffy pillows and concentrated on the gentle touches and the soothing warmth his lover’s body was radiating into his aching midsection.
They lay like that for a few minutes waiting for Sam to feel better.
“How do you feel about a small enema? It’s supposed to stimulate your… bowel, you know.” Now it was Dean’s turn to blush.
“Okay.”
Going over to the bathroom Dean snatched the enema kit from its usual spot on top of their sex toy collection and grabbed a small butt-plug on the way back to the bed.
This time the whole filling process wasn’t meant to be sexually arousing therefore the older Winchester worked gently but efficiently and went back to massaging Sam’s belly to help spread the warm liquid in his bowel. “I never pictured us using this thing for therapeutic reasons. How does it feel?”
“Soothing.” Sam murmured sleepily.
“That’s good.”
A few more minutes passed in complete silence before all of a sudden Sam bolted for the bathroom. It took Dean a second to understand what had happened and he quickly followed him to make sure that he was okay.
*
After Sam was feeling better again they decided to go back to sleep because it was still very early. They had fallen asleep in each others arms before their heads actually hit the pillows and rested for another couple of hours.
Stirring out of his nap Dean noticed that his brother was already awake and pensively staring at the ceiling. “Don’t think so loud, Sammy.” He teased.
“Oh… Didn’t realize you were awake…” The younger hunter shook his head to clear his mind. “I was just thinking about all the stuff Cas told us.”
“C’mon, Sam, don’t beat yourself up about that… We knew that those winged bastards always tell half truths.” Dean replied even though he was also still disappointed about what had happened.
“I know… It’s just that I’ve gotten used to the whole breeding cycle thing, you know?” He almost sounded shy.
The blonde hunter nodded, totally understand what his brother meant because he was feeling the same way. “Yeah, I never thought that being all pregnant and huge would really be this awesome…” He admitted solemnly. “Guess we have to enjoy it as long as it’ll still last.”
Something sparked up in Sam’s gaze. “There’s still one thing I’d like to try out while were like this.”
“Alright, spill it, Sam.” Dean encouraged his younger sibling, curios to find out what was on his lover’s mind.
“How big do you think we can get?”
“What do you mean? We’re supposed to give birth today, and I don’t think we can just cross our legs and try to keep the kids in, so I guess this is it…” He was genuinely confused by the strange question.
“This is our last chance to find out how big we can get if we… you know… take the maximum amount of water in.”
Now it dawned on Dean what his kinky baby brother was suggesting. “So you’re talking about real big water bloats?”
“It was just a thought.” Sam murmured timidly.
“I like the idea, Sammy. C’mon we should move to the bathroom.” With a smug wink the older Winchester stood up and trailed into the adjoined room.
When Sam slipped into the bathroom his brother was already connecting the enema nozzle to the shower hose with eager enthusiasm.
“You’re already all cleaned out so I’ll go first.” Dean stated and started pouring lube onto his fingers and the nozzle.
Sam couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw how his big brother was spreading himself with only a few practiced moves and inserting the plastic nozzle into his pink puckered hole. Stepping forward he reached out a hand and slowly turned the water on. “Is this okay, Dean?”
“Yeah… I just want to get cleaned out because there are a few things I want to try out later.” He waggled his eye brows while rubbing his stomach sensually. “Can you pass me the plug?” He asked when he decided that there was enough water inside him.
Grabbing the black rubber toy off the sink edge Sam went back to his lover, cut off the water flow and carefully replaced the nozzle with the butt-plug. “Want me to give you a massage?” He smiled at the eager grin on his brother’s face and stood next to him, wrapping his arms around the shorter man as best as he could with his huge pregnant belly in the way. Right away he started to knead the swollen flesh thoroughly, knowing that his brother would tell him to stop if he was too aggressive.
For a few minutes there were only low, happy moans from Dean and the soft slapping noises of skin against skin until the older hunter freed himself from the protective half embrace and ran to the toilet.
In order to give his brother some privacy the taller man turned around and cleaned up the plastic nozzle, coated it with slick and adjusted the water temperature and flow to a comfortable level.
“I’m done.” Dean nudged into his brother’s back with his distended stomach. “Fill me up, Sammy?”
The request was too tempting to say no to, even if Sam himself was fairly impatient to be filled. Swallowing convulsively to easy the dry feeling in his throat, he nodded in agreement. “Bend over a little.”
Dean leaned forward bracing himself against the tiled wall and relaxed his entrance to allow Sam to insert the plastic nozzle. He was still loose and almost didn’t feel any burn at the intrusion. Sam’s big, warm palm caressed his bulged out belly as the soothing water trickled into him agonizingly slow. “Speed it up.” He prompted, impatient for the feeling of fullness to increase but only got a loving pat in answer. The water was gradually pressing against his organs including the womb and therefore the babies became more active all at once. Sam must have felt the kicks and the squirming underneath his palm and Dean just sensed that he got worried by it. “It’s okay. This just woke the kids up. Don’t turn it off, yet.”
“Okay, but please tell me when it becomes too much.” Sam pleaded concern evident in his tone and the gentle strokes of his skillful hands slowed down.
Needing to feel the steady expansion of his previously overdue-looking stomach, the blonde hunter held his hands flat against the side of his bloating tummy. The pressure inside him was slowly becoming painful and his skin was aching because of the stretching the water caused but he felt his cock grow harder at the bittersweet pain.
“That’s enough, Dean.” Sam declared with a pointed stare at his lover’s middle where the belly button had bulged out even further looking like someone was poking a pencil at it from the inside. The nub was at least an inch higher than the rest of the smooth fleshy mount of Dean’s belly.
“I can take more.” He argued sullenly and pinched the hard nub curiously, gasping at the pang of heat going right to his cock. “Wow! Sam, you gotta…” Flinching at the removal of the nozzle he tried to clench his hole tight to keep the water in but his brother’s hand was already pressing the inflatable plug into him.
Sam smiled at him excitedly. “Now it’s my turn.” Grabbing for the lube to prepare himself, just like his brother had done before, he came up short because his lover had been quicker. The younger man stared down seeing his big brother all huge and beautiful kneeling between his legs and fondling his balls before rubbing slippery fingers around his tight pink hole. “Don’t tease.”
“Turn around, Sammy.” He stood up and took a step back to give his brother space to move as requested. “Hold yourself up against the wall.” Stepping closer once more he squeezed the perfectly rounded globes of his lover’s ass with his slick hands and spread them wide apart. He leaned close to his brother’s ear. “Remember what you did to me two months ago?” With a low groan he pressed his enormous belly against his lover’s backside until his prominent belly button breached Sam’s tight entrance. Both man sucked in shaky breaths in unison. “Do you feel this?” Dean asked with a lust-filled voice and started fucking his popped out navel in and out of his baby brother’s twitching hole. The light friction was enough to make them moan wantonly.
“Want more…”
Dean lowered himself back onto his knees and licked the crevasse between the parted butt cheeks all the way down to the soft pink pucker and shoved his thick tongue inside.
The younger Winchester was shivering with need and desire when the hot flesh penetrated him deeply and his lover’s soft, full lips pressed against the sensitive skin around his opening. This was so arousing, dirty and perfect that he almost came right on the spot but Dean’s hand shot out from behind him and clenched like a vice around the base of his cock. He wanted to protest but the wet tongue was now fucking into him rhythmically and leaving him speechless. Then it was gone but he could feel the shower hose slapping against his right hip and the nozzle gently being pushed into his well-prepared entrance.
“Turn around again.” Dean was still on his knees and flashed a wide smile up at his lover. “I wanna feel you grow.” He planted his palms on his lover’s distended stomach and enclosed the little button on the middle of the engorged flesh with his plum, red lips. Soon he was massaging Sam’s expanding belly and sucking at the also growing nub like it was a straw in a milkshake.
Sam was trembling like a leaf in the wind by the sheer sensation of the warm water filling him and the wet licks and suckling on his new erogenous zone. Throwing his head back, he fisted his hands in his brother’s short hair, fighting to stay upright.
The pressure under the thin-stretched skin was increasing and Dean finally turned the water off because he didn’t want to hurt his lover. Grabbing the second butt-plug he swiftly exchanged it for the enema nozzle and patted Sam’s almost bursting belly affectionately. “Bed?”
The added weight and pressure made them less mobile and they had to slowly waddle back to their comfortable bed. Climbing onto the soft mattress was also more of a struggle than usual but they managed to position themselves, heavily leaning back against the pillows.
“I want you in me, Sam.” The request was a hoarse whisper, speaking of deep need and affection.
Sam gulped, willing his cock to calm down and not shoot his load so early. “How?”
“Like this.” Dean shifted down on the pristine white sheet until he lay flat on his back, looking up at his lover with half closed eyes.
Moving between his big brother’s parted legs, Sam leaned forward to steal a kiss and rub their bellies against each other while slicking up his erection with his free hand and some lube. Then he locked attentive eyes with the man he loved, gently extracted the butt-plug and guided his thick and throbbing cock to the hastily prepped entrance. He inhaled deeply seeing his brother follow his lead and gently pushed forward, gradually breaching the still tight muscle ring until the head of his cock disappeared inside his lover.
“Urgh… Burnsss…” Dean hissed but his pupils were blown wide and his leaking cock still at full attention, slapping against the lower curve of his erotic bloated belly.
Inch by agonizing inch Sam cautiously pushed deeper, enjoying the tight heat, clenching around him and gritting his teeth trying to contain the need to shove in all the way and start thrusting. Finally his tightening balls touched Dean’s ass and his belly bumped into the underside of his lover’s distended stomach.
Dean looked blissful. “Make me feel it, Sam.”
That one husky plea was enough incitation and Sam happily complied by pulling his huge cock almost completely back out and slamming it deep into his lover’s wanton body. They both didn’t last long at the hurried rhythm with which the younger hunter was pounding into his sibling and climaxed almost simultaneously.
They were heaving for breaths but still rock hard when Sam pulled out of his lover’s hole and swiftly plugged him back up.
Not missing a beat Dean pushed his brother onto his back and assumed position between his legs. His cheeks were flushed with heat and his eyes dark with desire but he lubed himself up and ever so gently glided into Sam, giving him time to adjust before very slowly starting to thrust in and out. This wasn’t anything like the rough and hot sex they had just had but unhurried, comforting lovemaking. The older Winchester’s hand roamed over every smooth inch of skin he could reach on his brother’s amazing body, worshipping it. Leaning down he pressed soft kisses to Sam’s relaxed face, neck and chest before licking and sucking at his sensitive nipples.
The room was filled with low and soft moaning and the faint sound of flesh slapping against flesh as the older hunter kept up his lazy thrusting trying to draw out the experience as much as he could. His balls were tightening and his cock felt like it was about to burst and he could tell by his brother’s needy whimpers that he was just as close to climaxing as himself but he didn’t speed up his pace.
Several minutes later Sam finally came with a shrill outcry after his brother had hit his prostate dead on three times in a row. He spurted his hot release against both their bellies and clenched his hole convulsively to take his lover over the edge with him.
Dean shouted out his baby brother’s name and coated his insides with his own scorching cum, shaking with the strain to keep himself up on his arms. He kept himself embedded deep inside his lover until he felt his cock go limp. Then he carefully pulled out, put the plug back in and rolled onto the bed next to Sam, both their eyelids slipping closed with exertion.
*
They woke up around five in the afternoon to the first contractions. The pains weren’t that strong, yet, and neither of the brothers was in the mood for sex because they fell back into their grieving. This was it… They would deliver these two babies but no impregnation would take place and in another four months they would give birth to the final set of children and that would be the end of their non-stop pregnancies they had enjoyed so much. Feeling numb they went into the bathroom to expel the now cool water from their bodies and lay back down in depressed silence.
Sam flinched as another sharp pain flared through his lower body and Dean had enough. The babies would come out no matter if they wanted it or helped along, as they had done the other two times, or not. The older Winchester was sure that, even if they didn’t have sex with each other to ease the deliveries, they should at last get stretched and loosened properly or Sam might panic as he had the first time around and hurt himself again.
“Please, let me check your birth opening, Sam? This sucks but where is the point in making it even harder?” He saw his baby sibling turn his head away but nonetheless bent his knees and spread them open. Without further discussion the blonde hunter went to watch the progress of the labor. Taking a guess he would say that Sam was about three centimeters dilated already which confirmed the assumption that labor would advance at its own pace if necessary.
Searching for the discarded lube on the foot of the bed he warmed some up in his right hand and cautiously rubbed in into the stretching skin between his lover’s thighs. Ignoring his brother’s apparent lack of interest Dean went ahead and in slow motion pressed two fingers into the widening entrance, gently rubbing the slack muscle ring between index, middle finger and his thumb which traced the pink skin from the outside. After circling the opening a few times, he twisted his fingers, stretching the soft muscle further before pressing in a third digit. There was no need to rush this and he worked in silence watching his unresponsive baby brother staring at the ceiling and from time to time frowning when another pain hit him.
Dean himself was sure that his own labor had also started during sleep but he hadn’t checked himself, yet, intent on taking care of his lover first, just in case the babies came faster then expected. He massaged and stretched the birth channel from inside and outside until his last two fingers fit in without any resistance at all. Observing the loose hole swallowing his whole hand gradually, he crooked his fingers very slowly making a fist inside his lover’s body. Rubbing more lube around the slack entrance and dipping his other index finger into it along with his wrist he stretched the rim carefully and began to pull his balled fist back out.
The younger Winchester’s breath hitched when the strong knuckles of his lover pressed against his perineum from the inside but he didn’t ask his brother to stop, feeling the sharp bones breach his hole steadily until the whole fist was freed.
Sitting back on his legs Dean took in the sight of the gaping wide hole and the fertile, beautifully rounded body before him but his cock stayed limp. Needing to closeness he stretched out next to his brother and nuzzled his neck intimately, breathing in the familiar scent of sweat and soap. “Well get through this.” He assured doing his best to sound convincing and pressed a tender kiss to the spot under his brother’s ear.
At last Sam turned his head back to watch his lover closely. He gave him a weak smile trying to believe him and then stroked a warm hand down his brother’s chest, over his huge belly and right thigh down to his entrance. Sluggishly shifting around on the bed he decided to return the favor and began to prepare Dean’s hole for the delivery in eerie silence.
*
Around seven in the evening they were both laying on their backs with their parted legs bent at the knees and feet planted firmly on the mattress. The babies had dropped down into their pelvises about half an hour ago and the urge to push with the fast coming contractions was increasing with every new pain but both brothers were still feeling numb and didn’t react.
Their hands were entwined and they were staring at the ceiling above their bed with sad, unseeing eyes as the babies started to crown. Being dilated well over the usual ten centimeters the burning was almost non-existent, when the small heads breached their holes, but both men had drying tear tracks on their pale faces when the children finally slipped free of their bodies.
Castiel appeared and took the children but they didn’t even acknowledge him and listen to what he said before vanishing. It didn’t matter anyway. They also didn’t notice how the bed was cleaned up miraculously after the quick expulsion of the afterbirths, only rolling onto their sides and sharing a bittersweet kiss before succumbing to sleep in each others arms.
*
End of Part 8
On to Part 9
Okay, this part was not kinky and actually quite sad but please don't start throwing rotten tomatoes at me, yet, because I promise I will fix the guys mood. There're still two long parts to go before this storyline is finished. Please tell me what you think. ;)