When I woke up, my injury was completely fine, but my stomach was not. I looked like I was weeks pregnant. I screamed, and Dylan woke up, alarmed. As soon as he saw me, he froze.
"What the hell is going on!" I screamed.
"No no no no no no." Dylan muttered.
"What's wrong with me!" I cried, panicking.
"Allaris, you need to breathe. I'll go get you some water." He said, standing and running into the kitchen. He came back with a glass of water and handed it to me. "Drink slowly."
When I finished the cup, I took a deep breath and stared into Dylans eyes, so I didn't have to look at my body. "What's happened to me?"
"You must've been pregnant before I gave you the medicine. It's supposed to speed up any bodily functions. When you wake up from sleep, it is supposed to be completely activated. That's why you're healed, but it must've sped up the child process as well."
I suddenly felt extremely nauseous and shuvved Dylan backward as I puked all over the ground where he had been standing a moment ago. I stood up to go to the bathroom as I felt more coming. I ran and reached the toilet just in time. Dylan held my hair back as I thought up, which I had no time to process.
"When will this be off?" I asked.
"It should wear off in a few hours, but in the meantime, the bump will just keep growing. You might only give birth in two months from now. That's about the amount of time that the pill makes pass. About seven months."
"What? I'm not ready to give birth!" I cried, holding my stomach which already looked twenty weeks pregnant.
"Well, it will probably wear off soon because you've been puking." Dylan added thoughtfully.
I jumped up as I felt myself suddenly have a dire need for the toilet, and I screamed at Dylan to get out. It took a moment for him to understand, so I just sat down anyway. He stood there awkwardly, and I cleaned up.
He helped me back to the bed, and I sat down. He rubbed my back gently, and I took deep breaths. After about an hour, he said the effects of the pill would have worn off my then, and I walked over to the mirror in the bathroom. I gasped. I looked about thirty-two weeks pregnant.
I looked at Dylan with fear in my eyes. I knew what would happen. Benjamin would claim it as his, and he wouldn't stop until I became his lover. Their was no way he would go to the basement now. He would claim the child. He would insist on staying until it was born to see if it was his. He would take over everything. I could tell Dylan understood, too, because he looked like he was calculating.
"That baby is most likely his. I barely had any sexual intercourse with you." Dylan said, and I interrupted him by speed walking to the bathroom again. I needed to pee again.
When I opened the door again, Dylan wasn't anywhere to be found, but Benjamin was standing in front of the door with an adult diaper in his hands. He waved it in front of his face, and I took a step back.
"This is for you, so we won't be bothered over the next eight weeks." He laughed, then pointed to a chair in the far corner. I stepped forward to look and gasped. Dylan was tied to it.
"Let him go!"
"Only once the baby is born. You must cooperate, and you will all be safe. If you don't, he will die. We will be a family now. I've been awake for quite a while, listening. I understand what's going on, and that little one inside you is mine. You will love me now."
"I'll never love you." I scoffed.
"You can fight it, but you'll change your mind about me eventually." Benjamin replied. "You will either cooperate and put this on, or your boyfriend here is as good as dead."
I looked at Dylan, and he looked terrified. His hands were tied with rope in a knot I'd never seen before. He had a cloth stuffed into his mouth and a wound on his head that was bleeding. I sighed and nodded solemnly.
"I'll do whatever you want until the baby is born." I agreed, and he smiled wickedly.
"Put this on so we can have some fun." Benjamin demanded, and I took it. I looked at it for a while and realized it wasn't a pull-up. It had straps. I looked at him uncomfortably, and he laughed again. "Go lay on the bed. I'll help you out."
I walked slowly to the bed, guarding my stomach protectively. I laid down on my back, and Benjamin joined me. He sat by my feet and put the diaper on me. He placed the diaper under me and folded the straps slower than necessary, making a point of mocking me.
"You're good now." He said, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me up. "Go drink something. You look awfully pale."
He let me go, and I walked into the kitchen. I held back tears as I grabbed a cup and poured myself water from a tank installed in the far corner. I drank slowly, like Dylan said to do, and grabbed more. After a few cups, I walked back into the bedroom to see Benjamin with a hand around Dylans throat. Dyland was glaring intently at Benjamin, and neither of them noticed me.
"I already told you to back off. Stop trying to play hero." Benjamin wispered, pulling the cloth out of Dylans mouth.
"I already told you, no. I will try to protect her until I die. She has become my world. I just wish I had the guts to tell her while I still could. Allaris is my entire reason to survive." Dylan wispered back.
Rears rolled down my face, and that's when they noticed me. Benjamin shuvve dthe cloth back I to Dylans mouth and walked over to me, grinning like nothing happened.
"Well, I see you've finished your water." Benjamin smiled. I just nodded, wiping away tears as they fell. "I promise you, Dylan isn't all he thinks he is. I am better and you will come to learn that."
Benjamin guided me gently to the bed, and I turned my head to see Dylan. He wouldn't meet my eyes, but I could tell he knew I'd heard him. I swallowed hard as Benjamin laid me down on the bed. He moved to my head and put his junk in my face. I turned my head, but he grabbed my chin and faced me towards him again.
"Suck it. That's my new order. We will torture Dylan because I can't kill him right now. I can't kill him until you allow me to, but if you break your side of the deal, so will I."
I swallowed hard and opened my mouth slightly. Benjamin opened it wider and stuck his junk in my mouth. I chocked as he pushed it down my throat. I squirmed and gasped for air. He didn't even seam to notice until I reached my hand up and grabbed his ass. He looked down and emediantly jumped off me.
"I'm so sorry. Don't die on me. Breathe." He said, helping me sit up. I choked and swallowed until I could breathe again, and then I locked eyes with Dylan. I knew he'd watch if that happened. He froze up when I looked at him, and I could tell he wasn't expecting me to do that.
"I'll behave as long as you don't kill me or harm Dylan in any way." I said.
"Okay, but I have a lot to ask of you when you give birth, and it turns out it's mine." Benjamin scoffed. He laid a hand on my stomach, and I flinched. He laughed again and grabbed my breast like a predator playing with its prey. My voice clobbered up, and pressure was built in my bladder. This baby sure did need to go a lot. My face scrunched up in an effort to hold it in, and he noticed.
"Oh, somebody needs to go again?"
"Yes. May I accuse myself?"
"No. That's why you have that diaper. So our time together won't be interrupted."
I stood up and shifted my weight from foot to foot. I didn't want to use it because it was humiliating doing that to myself in general, nevermidn in front of Dylan. I bit my lip in the effort to hold it it and it drew blood.
"Baby girl, you need to just let it go." Benjamin said, pulling me close and licking the blood off my lips, then kissed me passionately.
After a few minutes, I was practically in tears from the strain. I fell to my knees and pressed my hands against my bladder, trying to stop it from coming out.
"By the way, theirs something I forgot to mention. I created that diaper. It changed color when you use it, just like any other diaper, but it can stretch like no other. It will never run out of space, so we can change it tomorrow."
I looked at him with desperation in my eyes as I felt it start coming out. Benjamin gran Ed my arm and dragged me to my feet, forcing me to stop holding it in. I tried to make it quieter, but when I looked down, it had become see-through. It was completely clear, so you could see everything.
I kept going until it squished when I walked, and I wanted to cry. Then it got worse. I went number two as well. It just came out, and I tried to hide myself. I wouldn't look Dylan in the eyes.
Benjamin pulled me to the bed, and you could hear my bowels releasing everything as I walked. I dropped to the floor again as my bowels made loud farming noises, and the diaper started to stretch. I looked at Dylan for the first time, and he had pure rage in his eyes. His arms strained against the rope until it snapped.
Dylan ran at us and grabbed me from Benjamin. He punched him in the face and took the cloth out of his mouth.
"Go do what you need to do." Dylan said, then I ran.
I went to the bathroom and started to worry. This didn't feel right. I was fine before I drank water. I gasped as realization hit me. Benjamin must've put laxatives inside the water supply. That was why he was so insistent that I drink water.
I cleaned myself up and took off the diaper. I threw it away in the bathroom trash and didn't know what to do next. I stood in the bathroom and listened to Dylan and Benjamin outside.
"Yeah, that's right. I put laxatives in the water supply because I knew it would end up similar to this. Allaris needs to be more cautious. I know she's pregnant, but that's all the more reason she should have her guard up." Benjamin was saying.
"You don't deserve to be with someone like her. You're a monster." Dylan replied.
"Yeah, but I'm a monster in love, and I'll get what I want."
"No, you won't. I love her too, and I'll fight for her. I'll fight better than before." Dylan said, walking closer to Benjamin.
I suddenly felt a sharp pressure in my stomach and looked down. My water had broken. I was going into labor.