#a musica
(ModNote: Please make sure to read the tags before reading as this story contains noncon, rape, and forced pregnancy)
Musica again!
***
His neck was stiff. Todd wasn’t unfamiliar with the sensation, he’d fallen asleep at his desk often enough. The part that was new was the fact he couldn’t lift his arms to rub away the soreness. Because they were strapped down, wrist, elbow, and shoulder.
As his eyes shot open, blinded by the bright white light that filled every visible corner of the room, Todd became aware of the other straps holding him down. Legs, ankle, knee, thigh, chest just below his pecs, a ball gag stuffed in his mouth, and absolutely naked.
“Oh, good!” an unfamiliar voice caused Todd to startle as his eyes began adjusting to the light. “You’re awake.” A man in a white lab coat stood to Todd’s left, fiddling with an IV bag he just noticed was connected to his arm. “I was hoping you would wake up for this part.”
Todd tried to speak through the gag, to ask where he was, who the man was, why the hell he was tied down.
“Uh, uh, uh,” the doctor said chidingly. “Subjects are meant to be seen and not heard. Now!” he said brightly, clearly excited. “To the main event!” He checked the IV bags once more before turning to a tray of surgical instruments. “I’ve put pain medication in your IV, but you should stay awake. After all, what good is a surgery without an audience?”
Todd felt his eyes grow wide as he tried to pull away from this absolute nutcase, wriggling the small amount his numbed and restrained body would allow.
“Now, now,” the doctor tutted, not even slowing as he prepped Todd’s abdomen with some kind of cleaner and picked up a scalpel. “You’re a smart man, Mr. Jones. You know you aren’t going anywhere.”
Todd couldn’t do anything but stare, exhaustion from even that small bit of movement flooding him. All he could do was watch as Dr. Frankenstein cut him up and changed him around.
***
Todd had no sense of time, strapped down in this blindingly white room. He slept whenever he could and tried his best to ignore the doctor whenever he came in to examine the healing incision on his stomach.
“Right on track!” the doctor said cheerfully one day. “In fact, perhaps even a bit early. But before we move on to the next stage…” The doctor moved from where he’d been poking and prodding at Todd’s still sore stomach to the end of the bed. He did something Todd couldn’t see before the bottom of the bed split in two, joints causing his legs to move to the side as well as upward.
The doctor hummed cheerfully as he adjusted the stirrups as far apart as he could, the stretch causing Todd’s hips to burn. Todd closed his eyes and took a deep breath against the burn, only to open them again with a muffled shout as the doctor inserted two freezing fingers directly into his asshole.
“Perfect,” the doctor said with a grin. “Everything’s healed nicely. I’d say we could wait until tomorrow,” he said, almost conversationally as he stretched Todd, quickly adding a third finger. “But there’s no time like the present!”
The doctor removed his fingers as quickly as he’d inserted them, and before Todd had time to wonder what the man had been blabbering on about, he proceeded to undo his belt and fly, just enough to pull out his penis, far too large for the amount of preparation he’d given.
Todd tried to squirm away again, but only received a disappointed sigh as the doctor positioned himself, guiding his cock to Todd’s underprepared hole with one hand and holding onto his overstretched hip with the other. He thrust in quickly, all at once, his other hand joining the first on Todd’s hip as soon as he was in. Todd screamed through the gag, tears streaming down his face at the brutal pace the doctor set.
It didn’t take the man long to come, pushed as far as he could into Todd’s ass before he did.
“Now!” the doctor said, pulling out with a sickening pop. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Todd didn’t reply as the doctor tilted the bed so that Todd’s ass was nearly straight in the air. “So we don’t lose anything,” the doctor said with an air of confidentiality. “I’ll be back in the morning!” he said, leaving with a wave.
***
The process was repeated five more times, each preceded by the doctor sighing disappointedly at a piece of paper before shoving his cock directly into Todd’s ass.
On the seventh day, though, the doctor came into the room with a pep in his step as he moved the bed so Todd was laying flat again, a first since the doctor had started fucking him. “Congratulations, Mr. Jones!” the doctor said cheerily. “You’re pregnant!”
Todd couldn’t do anything but cry silently.
***
The next time Todd woke up, he was wearing a leather bodysuit that covered him entirely from throat to knees.
“What do you think of your new outfit?” Dr. Frankenstein asked, adding what Todd had come to realize were nutrients to his IV. “Thought you might enjoy a change of pace. And I must say, it looks rather dashing on you.”
Todd didn’t respond, closing his eyes until he heard the doctor’s retreating footsteps and the door close behind him.
***
The leather bodysuit had next to no give. As the days went by and Todd’s stomach grew, he became more and more worried about his health and that of the baby he had to take the doctor’s word on as to actually existing.
“You’re growing quite a bit faster than I expected,” Dr. Frankenstein mused one day during what Todd had come to think of as breakfast. “I find myself wondering just how many babies I managed to fit in there.”
Todd just stared blankly at the doctor until he left, and then spent the rest of his waking day staring at the rapidly growing, still compressed bump.
***
Time is weird in this bright, windowless room that has become Todd’s whole world. He’s given up trying to count days and instead measures time in visits from the doctor, in the quickly growing bump that dominates his frame.
His bump pops, as much as it can, with the leather suit keeping it small, and Todd realizes he’s been with this psychopath for at least three months. Tears fall silently from his eyes, but he doesn’t bother making any noise.
No one is coming to help.
***
Todd has felt weird all “day,” cramps running through his abdomen intermittently. He’d thought he’d left hunger pains behind months ago.
It isn’t until the doctor comes with “dinner” and witnesses the strongest of these cramps so far, one that Todd can’t help but groan through, that he realizes, two seconds before the doctor says it out loud.
“In labor, I see,” the doctor noted. “A little bit early, Mr. Jones. I think we’re going to try and keep them inside for a little bit longer.”
Todd just stared at the doctor as he finished setting up the IV and left the room.
***
At first, Todd tried keeping track of how much time passed between contractions, but he quickly lost track as the waves of pain kept crashing over him, one after another after another.
Sometime between dinner and breakfast, he felt a rush of fluid make its way out of his suit, quickly followed by a contraction ten times stronger than any before.
He could feel the baby moving further down, could feel the head peeking out of his hole and being pushed back in by the tight leather suit.
Tears were constantly streaming down his face, he couldn’t seem to stop them. The doctor finally returned in the morning with a bag of nutrients in one hand. “I see we haven’t stopped, have we?” he said with a sigh. “Alright then.” He set up the IV bag and left the room again before coming back with a large hospital-style bassinet.
“Alright!” he said cheerfully, adjusting things at the end of the bed. “Let’s get this show on the road!” He picked up a pair of scissors from the tray and cut a line through the bottom of the suit.
The first baby all but shot out of Todd’s hole and into the doctor’s hands. “Well that was quick!” the doctor said cheerfully. “Let’s get these others out too!”
Todd was carrying four babies, it turned out. Numbers two through four took quite a bit longer than the first one, but eventually, all four were out, not that Todd had been allowed to see them.
“Well,” the doctor sighed in disappointment as he looked over the four babies lined up in the bassinet. “All girls. I suppose we’ll have to try again.”
FIN
