Page 65 of Bred By the Minotaur
Phoebe covers her mouth, and I can’t tell if she’s horrified, laughing, or both. Eventually, though, her shoulders sag forward and she says, “Yep. That’s me. Except I don’t work for the baby factory, Milo.” She pats her belly. “I am the baby factory.”
His eyes get huge and wide. “What?!”
“Yep. Your dad’s new baby is growing right here.”
I flinch at the way she says it, but I know that for now, it’s true. The only reason I haven’t bought her a ring yet is that money’s tight while I’m out on disability—and I want to wait to give it to her until I can properly kneel.
“Wow.” Milo gets up and walks over to her. “It’s in there?”
“You want to touch?” she asks.
Milo’s little mouth falls open, exposing all his blunt teeth. “Really?”
“Sure.” She takes his hand and presses his palm to her belly.
Milo is aghast. “The new baby is in there?”
“Yep. It’ll be a long time before it’s a proper baby, though. Right now, it’s just a bunch of cells figuring things out.”
I laugh at this description. I love her more and more every day.
“Is this how you guys made me, too?” Milo asks, glancing over his shoulder at me while his hand remains on Phoebe’s stomach.
“Yup. Phoebe grew you there, too, just like she’s doing now.”
“Wow. Cool.”
When Milo’s curiosity is satisfied, he goes back to playing with his horses, and the rest of us let out a collective sigh of relief.
That went much, much better than I could have hoped. Now there’s just the matter of getting better, and then I can seal the deal.
Twenty-Three
Hank
The one upside to my injury, though, is I get to spend plenty of time with Phoebe while she grows my calf. And that is the greatest gift I could have asked for.
We’re still hiding that we’re in a relationship from DreamTogether. It’ll be more complicated to explain when I’m there in the room with her when she gives birth, but by then, it’ll be too late. Maybe they’ll withhold her final payment, but I think once I explain the situation, I can get us through it.
Phoebe goes in alone for her routine checkups, and though I wish I could be there, this is easier until our time with DreamTogether is up. The new calf is moving more, and Milo loves to hop on the couch and feel when it kicks.
“Did I kick like that?” Milo asks, astounded.
“You sure did. With your teeny little hooves.” Phoebe plays with his feet, and he giggles and rolls around on the couch.
Phoebe plans to sell her house as soon as it’s finished being rebuilt, and that should produce a decent nest egg for the future. But I’m still stuck in my damned cast as her belly swells and her breasts get bigger. I want to do things for her, pick things up for her, lie on top of her while I make love to her, but I can’t. It’s a humbling experience, and I learn a lot about the different weights the women in my life have to lift to keep the household going.
Phoebe is doing more art these days, usually sitting on the couch beside me with her tablet in her lap. She makes pictures for Milo that are fun and playful, and even considers putting together a children’s book. But then at night, she does... other kinds of art.
There are lots of ways to build intimacy, and I’ve learned so many of them outside of sex since I’ve been off my feet. Phoebe has me sit naked on the couch so she can draw me, and my cock gets thicker and harder the longer she stares and draws. Once she just drew a close-up of my dick, and then I held her in my lap and asked her to masturbate while looking at it.
One thing I can do is get some pussy on my face, so she frequently rides my mouth while I lie on the cot. She loves when I push my tongue inside her and fuck her with it, before returning to assailing her clit.
We watch movies together late at night, and play Monster Masher with Milo. I watch them cook meals together, weighing in when I can. Sandra, who also can’t always stand up to help, plays cards with me at the table.
Sometimes Phoebe and I simply lie together at night on my cot, spooning while we talk. I stroke her belly, imagining our calf coming into the world, waiting for the right moment to take the plunge.
Phoebe
