Layla's POV.
Five months had passed in a haze of relentless f*****g, growing obsession, and irreversible change.
My body was no longer the same slender, innocent girl who had returned home that first night. At five months pregnant with my stepfather’s child, the evidence was impossible to hide.
My belly had rounded into a firm, noticeable swell that pushed proudly against any fabric I tried to wear. My breasts had grown heavy and full, easily two cup sizes larger, my n*****s darker and hypersensitive, leaking tiny droplets of colostrum when Marcus sucked on them too long. My hips had widened slightly, my ass was fuller and more sensitive, and my p***y stayed constantly swollen and slick, as if my body had fully surrendered to its new purpose: carrying and pleasing the man who had bred m
