By thirty weeks, Emma’s pregnancy had become an all-consuming obsession. Her belly was massive now a heavy, low-hanging globe that forced her to waddle and made every movement a reminder of her submission. Her breasts were constantly full and leaking, dark nipples hypersensitive and staining her bras with colostrum. The thick plugs in her p***y and ass were a near-constant presence, keeping her filled with the remnants of Jax and Marcus’s loads.
But for the first time in months, her Daddies were busy.
Jax had a multi-day work trip out of state, and Marcus was tied up with back-to-back client meetings. Their texts had gone from commanding and frequent to short and sporadic. *Busy today, slut. Be good.* That was all she got yesterday. N
