The Mother Who Defiles Her Precious Daughter with a Black Monster Cock
It was lunchtime, with the sun high in the sky at its zenith.
The time of day when people were most active. But in a quiet, darkened room, the blankets on the bed were heaped up as if someone were lying there.
"..."
A woman huddled under the covers up to her head, curled into a fetal position like a shrimp sleeping. Her hair, once a bob cut, had grown long enough to reach her back.
Twitch...
Her pajamas, originally a top-and-pants set, had been changed to a white maternity nightgown that wrapped around her rounded belly.
"..."
The woman lying there with a blank, dazed expression was Park Ara. Until recently, she had zero sexual experience... bulge!
"Hic...!"
Bulge...! Bulge...! Bulge...!
"F-Fuck, stop it already...!"
She writhed in agony from the vigorous fetal movements so strong they bulged visibly through the fabric. Twitch...! Twitch...!
Her belly had swollen to full-term size, the kind where she could give birth any moment. And yet, it had only been two and a half months. The baby's growth inside was unnaturally rapid.
Bulge—! Bulge—!
And as a child inheriting only the superior genes of a top-tier futanarian, its strength was immense too.
"No... I hate it..."
If this had been a normal pregnancy from love, she'd have rejoiced at these healthy kicks. Thud! Thud! Thud!
"No... I said no... Please...!"
But to Ara, who believed she'd been raped and impregnated, these movements were pure torture, forcibly etching an unwanted reality into her mind.
Bulge—!
"Hnnngh... Stop, please, baby."
Yet at the same time, she felt a mother's love for the child growing inside her. The urge to erase this remnant of rape clashed with the desire to cherish it, leaving Ara curled up in torment.
Of course, she hadn't gone to work either. She was on maternity leave due to the pregnancy.
"The quiet cat climbs the hearth first, they say... and you, Ara, you're pregnant?! What?!"
To uncover a few things, she'd called her friend Han Da Jeong.
"Anyone suspicious jump you...? The gist was asking if any futanarians at the hospital showed weird interest in your body during drinks after work."
"Plenty showed interest, but you always bolted home quick when drunk, saying Mom was waiting. Even hammered, you kept your walls up—no chance for anyone to get at you."
According to Da Jeong, who could hold her liquor, Ara had always maintained ironclad defenses even at hospital gatherings and gone straight home, leaving zero opportunity to get involved with a futanarian.
'Sane during the day, straight home after work—no detours. So who the hell...?'
It was a mystery to Ara. Not at the hospital, always rushing home. Yet somehow pregnant from futanarian sex?
"Hic..."
Ara's head throbbed from the confusion, her emotions surging like she had depression.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"...Ara, Mom's coming in."
At the knock and Park Ayoung's voice, creak— the door opened quietly.
Tick...! Tick...!
She gnawed at her nails.
"..."
Her eyes looked anxious and fidgety, deep shadows under them.
'At least I stopped her from calling the cops...'
Ara had wailed about catching the rapist, but Ayoung had soothed her, saying to calm down first, and blocked the report.
'Now what...?'
She'd prevented outside interference, but the root problem—the baby in her belly—remained unsolved.
'She's due any day, so abortion's probably impossible...?'
Ayoung first considered erasing the baby, then shook her head.
"First, ask Arthur..."
Her reliable black market contact always sold useful stuff, so with a sliver of hope, Ayoung called him.
"A way to get rid of a big baby right up to delivery?"
He asked calmly, unfazed by the illegal query. Ayoung quietly replied, "Yes..."
"There's a drug that can induce miscarriage up to nine months."
"R-Really...?"
"But it works by basically melting the baby inside—messy cleanup. Can you handle that, customer?"
"Ah..."
Arthur, who usually ended with "Would you like to purchase?", now asked if she could handle it. Clearly, the method was far from normal—horrific.
"..."
After a silent pause, Ayoung thought it over.
"I won't use that method."
She refused. Even unwanted, it was her and her daughter's blood. Of course she'd feel attachment; if circumstances were right, she'd have showered it with love awaiting its birth.
'But... Ara matters more.'
Still, she'd considered abortion because preserving her bond with her cherished daughter of many years outweighed a just-conceived child.
"Then, for after birth and disposal... could you handle that?"
"Hope for a good environment for the child? Or discreet handling?"
"The best possible... I'll pay all the points I have."
"Understood. I'll find the finest adoptive family befitting a VVIP customer."
With Arthur, they decided to send Ara's baby to a wealthy family for adoption and handle the birth at home with an on-call doctor.
"..."
After hanging up, Ayoung slumped in the corner of her room, burying her face in her knees with a gloomy expression.
'It's all my fault...'
She'd blamed all her sins on the violent alter ego that emerged with sleeping pills, letting her live guilt-free in daily life. Pure escapism to endure so far.
But Ara's pregnancy blurred the line between her beloved daughter and the sex-doll version, forcing Ayoung to feel guilt for wronging her real daughter again.
"What if I just died...? Would everything be solved?"
Having nearly strangled her daughter already, Ayoung's psyche had no reserves left. She couldn't bear this anymore.
Crunch...!
And physical issues piled on. Crunch...! Crunch...!
'Ah...'
Five days without sex since Ara learned of the pregnancy. Throb...! Throb...!
'...I want it.'
From day two, erections wouldn't subside even trying to sleep—no rest at all. Gurgle...
Plus, shock from impregnating her daughter killed her appetite...
"Urgh..."
Even a tough mutant futanarian like Ayoung couldn't avoid issues after three days without food or sleep—dark circles formed.
Crunch...! Crunch...!
"Ahk...!"
Yet lust kept surging, tormenting her.
Slide—! Drip! Plop—!
Ayoung hiked up her skirt, pinching her thighs with her fingers to endure.
"Haa... Haa... Nghk...!!"
Her pale thighs were covered in red bruises and marks, yet she couldn't stop.
...Park Ayoung, snap out of it! You raped your daughter and got her pregnant—gonna rape her again?!
A shout from somewhere made her grit her teeth, fighting the urge.
"Haa... Haa... Nnngh...!"
But if pinching thighs could hold it back, none of this would've happened.
"Hah...! Hah...!"
Her breathing grew ragged, eyes not just glowing red—pupils turning fully crimson as arousal peaked.
'Ah... Ara... Belly swelling, breasts growing... All because she's pregnant with my baby...!'
Images flashed: wiping down despairing Ara's body, seeing the naked pregnant form. The belly bloated till the navel popped out from her own child. Areolas darkened from pink to near-red.
Hips and ass fattened for imminent birth. Every detail vivid...
'What does pregnant Ara's pussy feel like...?'
Crunch...! Crunch...!
Instinct to protect the bitch carrying her seed clashed with filthy urge to fuck the pregnant girl, clouding her mind.
Riiip—!!
Finally, her cock tore free from the abdominal binder.
"It's not raping Ara...! Just drug her with sleeping pills... then it's just an onahole with a bulging belly, right?"
Self-justifying, Ayoung rose from her seat.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"...Ara? Brought food. Mom's coming in?"
"..."
Even her beloved mother's voice couldn't make Ara respond—she just stared at the wall.
Creak—... Door opened.
Step— Step— Quiet footsteps approached.
"My girl... No matter how tough, you gotta eat, okay?"
Her mother's gentle voice, soft hand stroking her hair from behind.
"I'll leave the food here... Eat it all, promise?"
Clink. Plate set down.
Step— Step— Footsteps receding.
Click—. Door closed.
"Hic... Sob..."
Ara squeezed her eyes shut, sobbing.
'Mom didn't do anything wrong... It's all my carelessness...!'
Feeling like a burden to Ayoung, she was wracked with guilt and misery.
Hiss—...
The aroma of shrimp fried rice wafted up. Gurgle...!Flinch...!
Stomach growled fiercely, starved since morning. Thud! Thud!
The baby kicked the uterine wall, hungry too.
Slide...
"..."
Unable to resist hunger and the whining kicks, Ara sat up shakily, eyeing the dome-shaped fried rice beside the bed.
Yellow grains studded with shrimp chunks—perfect for her tastes.
Gulp...
'Mom made this...'
No appetite at first, but carrying a nutrient-hungry futanarian baby flipped her switch—hunger surged.
Slide...
She grabbed the plate and spoon.
"Sniff—! Nom—! Mmph—!"
Like possessed, she shoveled it in, face nearly buried.
Gulp...! Gulp...!
It went down easy at first, she was so starved. Squish.
...Chewing a shrimp piece.
"Mmph...!?"
Eyes wide, she whipped her head to the bedside trash.
"Urp...! Bluuuugh... Cough! Cough!"
She puked up all the fried rice.
"Haa... Haa..."
She loved seafood, but pregnancy morning sickness made fish and most shellfish impossible.
"Ha...!"
First time with shrimp—she'd hoped it'd be okay.
'So fishy! Too fishy...!'
The shrimp's distinct fishiness overwhelmed her; impossible to swallow.
"Urk...!"
Furious at her pathetic state, unable even to eat rice, Ara glared at the plate.
Slam—! Scatter—!
She dumped her mom's lovingly made fried rice into the trash.
Hormones haywire from pregnancy—she hadn't meant to.
"...Ah!"
Realizing she'd wasted food made thoughtfully for her, guilt flooded in, turning rage to depression.
Clink...
She set down the empty plate, pulled the covers over her head again, and curled up.
"Sob... Hic..."
Hunger, sorrow, late-pregnancy sensitivity—all crashed over her in sobs.
Creak—...
Then the door opened.
Step. Step.
"Oh? Ate it all already? Must've been starving, my girl. Ara, asleep?"
Ayoung's voice checked the plate and asked if she was sleeping.
'Mom, sorry...!'
Guilt over the wasted food choked her voice; she held her breath.
"Guess she's out."
Step. Step. Step.
Creak— Click.
Murmur, then she left. Silence returned.
Gurgle... Gurgle...
'So hungry...'
If she hadn't tasted it, maybe. But one bite made the hunger worse.
Gurgle—!
Trying to sleep didn't help. Should she confess, ask for other food? As she pondered—
Creak—...
"...!?"
Door opening quietly startled her; she feigned sleep, eyes shut.
"Haa... Haa..."
Thud—...! Thud—...!
'Mom...?'
Ragged breaths, uneven steps. Was it really Ayoung?
Slide...!
"...!"
Suddenly, the blanket yanked down to her neck.
Plop—...!
'Wh-What?!'
A massive, hot black slab of meat slapped onto her cheek.