Au Pair

Content Warning: mpreg, pregnancy kink, massage happy ending, lactation

Within days of signing his new contract with Tony, Noah was able to move his Aunt Gia to a better hospital with a promising new therapy program he'd been hoping to get her into. Once she'd had a chance to settle in, Noah paid her a visit, flowers in hand, nerves an absolute wreck from how he'd gone back and forth on telling her about the pregnancy.

He needed to tell her, though. The doctor had said he was a good three and a half months along, and while it wasn't obvious so long as he wore baggy clothes, Noah knew that wouldn't last long and his aunt knew him better than just about anyone.

"There you are," Gia exclaimed happily when Noah arrived, all smiles for her nephew where she laid in her bed. Tony's 'pull' at the hospital had gotten his aunt a private room and Noah could immediately tell just looking at her that she was doing better.

"How are you feeling?" Noah asked as he bent down and gave his aunt a hug, her obviously improved health soothing his frazzled nerves.

"Not to bad, for an old woman," she joked, same as she always did.

Noah rolled his eyes but smiled and turned to put the flowers he'd brought her into an empty vase on the table at her bedside left there for that purpose.

"You're not old," he countered reflexively and snorted. She really wasn't. In fact, she was the same age as Tony...

Thought of his soon-to-be husband chilled Noah's good mood a little but he kept his smile firmly in place as he took a seat on the edge of his aunt's bed and chatted with her a little about the hospital, staff, and her new treatment regimen.

"I'm glad things are going well," Noah said earnestly, but hesitated when his aunt shot him a wry smile.

"Mm-hm. Now, when are you going to tell me what's on your mind? What's bothering you, dear?"

Noah winced internally as she called him out-- he should have known he wouldn't be able to hide anything from the woman that had raised him. His parents had died when he'd been barely three years old so Gia, his mother's sister, had effectively been the only mother he'd ever known.

"I-- uh..." he stammered, suddenly feeling emotional. His aunt grabbed his hand with a look of concern and he offered her a weak smile in return. "Well, I'm pregnant."

She stared at him, shock plain on her face. "What? But--"

Noah furtively wiped a few tears from his eyes as he exhaled a breathy laugh. "Yeah, I know. But, uh, I am. And I-- I'm going to keep it."

"Oh, sweetheart," Gia breathed, clearly torn between joy and concern for her nephew who she knew had never really entertained the idea of bearing his own children in the past. "You're sure? It's not too late--"

"I'm sure," he replied quickly to keep from letting himself think too hard on the matter. He'd made his decision and that decision had given his beloved aunt, hismother, this hospital room and a healthy glow in her cheeks for the first time in years. "Here," he said and smiled as he grabbed her hand and placed it on his stomach. It was too early to feel the baby moving yet, but the telltale curve of his stomach was undeniable.

A soft little 'oh' escaped his aunt and she couldn't help but smile as she felt the evidence of the life growing inside of him. "How far along are you?"

"About three and a half months," he confessed. "I only just found out recently."

Gia raised an eyebrow at him as she immediately sussed-out that the pregnancy had been far from planned. "And whose the father? That boy you've been seeing?"

Honestly,thiswas the part he'd really been dreading. He'd never doubted for a moment that his aunt would support whatever decision he made in regards to the pregnancy itself, but he knew she'd be horrified when she found out who the father was.

"No, we broke up awhile back," he said. "It's, um...my boss, Tony. Mr. D'Angelo. We've been...seeing each other for a bit," Noah explained haltingly, eyes anywhere but on his aunt while he spoke.

"Oh, Noah," Gia gasped and Noah flinched reflexively.

"It didn't start that way," Noah objected, quick but half-hearted in his own defense. "It just...kind of happened."

Happened that night Tony had crept into his room and taken him by force. Held him down and fucked him ragged for an audience of digital voyeurs until his cunt gaped and Noah was so dick drunk he begged for more...

"He's good to me," Noah rushed to reassure her quickly as his aunt's look of concern only deepened. "And he's paying for all this--" he began, gesturing at the tidy hospital room and the life saving machines in it, but his aunt startled him when she grabbed his hand unexpectedly and gave it a hard squeeze.

"Noah, sweetie,pleasedon't upend your life for me. I'd rather jump out the window right now then make you feel you have to sell yourself just to give me a few more years."

His Aunt Gia was on the verge of tears now and Noah threw his arms around her in a hug. "I'm not! I'm not, Ipromise," he insisted fervently, squeezing her tightly to him. She'd been so thin for so long, but pressed close like this he could feel she was already putting on some weight and that alone was enough to ease the knot in his chest. "I'm happy,really,I am," he said and stroked her back soothingly.

She held him in turn and they remained that way for a long moment before she finally released him again so she could look him in the face.

Noah smiled warmly at her, not just because he knew it was what she needed to see, but out of genuine happiness. It was easy after seeing so much proof of her recovery. "There, now. Don't pretend you haven't always wanted to be a grandma," he teased her and it was enough to get a laugh out of her.

~~~

Later that evening, Noah lay in bed on his side, lips parted and eyes hazy as he panted for breath while Tony fucked him.

His husband-to-be groaned low as he straddled one of Noah's legs and forced the other up at a ninety degree angle so he could wrap his arms around it for leverage while he pounded down into his broodmare's exposed pussy. He'd taken to being more careful with Noah in bed, prioritizing the baby over his love of rough sex at this early stage, but as Tony stared down at him, drinking in the view of his changing body, Noah found himself missing the feel of the larger man's hands around his throat.

"Daddy," he moaned softly, twisting a little so he laid partially on his back, arms above his head, barely biting back a whimper as he experienced the unfamiliar sensation of his budding breasts bouncing with every thrust of Tony's hips.

"That's right, baby, you made me a daddy again-- I'm so fucking proud of you," Tony said and kissed Noah's ankle where it rested on his heavily muscled shoulder.

Tony wasdeepinside of him, grinding the blunt head of his dick against the mouth of Noah's occupied womb until the younger man started to sweat and moan at the intensity of it.

It felt good. It felt so fuckinggoodto have Tony inside of him-- to have hisbabyinside of him, its ever-growing weight a constant reminder of the ecstasies Tony had wrought on his body to bring it to fruition.

Noah came hard around Tony's cock, trembling and breathless with the force of it as his whole body went tight then released with a white-hot rush of euphoria that made the world spin.

Surely, Noah thought as he slowly came down, Tony still pounding away in pursuit of his own orgasm, this was happiness? Financially taken care of, a mansion to live in, and a powerful soon-to-be husband whoworshipedhis body; what else was there to want in life? He'd thought he'd wanted a career of his own but one thing after another just kept going wrong until he met Tony...

Now he had a man who could afford to buy him anything he wanted and a baby on the way.

Tony leaned down and kissed Noah deeply, sucking on his tongue while he groped first his swollen belly and then one of his small, but growing, tits.

"You're so beautiful," Tony moaned softly into Noah's mouth and the younger man's eyes fluttered blissfully shut as he felt the other man come inside of him.

Hehadto be happy. He'd never felt this good when he was a teacher, after all...

~~~

A month later found Noah in much the same position, but his belly and breasts were bigger than ever.

Tony rolled over a few minutes before his alarm went off to spoon the younger man, morning wood ready and raring to be put to use.

Something about Noah's scent had changed as he got deeper into his pregnancy and Tony couldn't get enough of it-- he looped his arm around the smaller man and pressed his nose into the crook of his neck to take a nice, deep breath of him. His dick throbbed in response to the sweet smell of his soft skin and it was the work of a moment to position it to slide smoothly up into him.

"Fuuuuuck," he groaned blissfully as he forced the boy to take him to the hilt without warming up first. His cunt was incredibly fucking tight, even after all these months getting pounded daily, but already wet. Little slut wasalwayswet and ready these days-- side effect of the experimental ovulation drugs Tony had slipped him, according to his brother.

Best decision he'd ever made. Vic had even given him some new stuff to try but Tony hadn't come up with an excuse to use it on him yet.

"Tony," Noah groaned breathlessly, back arching in spite of his protest as Tony fucked him awake. "I'm not-- ah! You're too big! I can't, not first thing in the morning!"

The larger man didn't let up, but continued to thrust, grunting with effort and the pleasure of Noah's soft, slick cunt. "Shh," Tony said and pushed two fingers into the boy's mouth to quiet him. "I don't need you to talk."

Noah moaned wetly around his fingers then gradually submitted and began to suck obediently, leaving his baby-daddy free to fuck him in peace.

"That's it, that's a good little slut," Tony panted and pushed his fingers in deeper. "You feel so good around Daddy's cock," he whispered and moved his other hand down to grope one of Noah's tits. They were coming in nicely, very nicely indeed, though he hadn't started properly lactating yet beyond the occasional leakage here and there.

Well, the stuff Vic had sent him should help with that...

God, just what the fuck had pregnancy done to this little whore's pussy, Tony wondered as he slowed his pace a little so he could use it to edge himself. It was a difficult line to tread these days-- over the last month or two the inner walls of Noah's pussy had become softer than ever, almost pillowy, while his grip strength intensified from practice. The boy'd always been a good fuck but getting pregnant had elevated his body's ability to milk Tony's cock to new heights.

Unable to resist temptation, Tony slammed his hips up into Noah's pert, round ass, desperate to brutalize his bitch the way he used to but not quite daring to take him that rough-- not when it was the boy's first pregnancy. Not yet. Just a little while longer so he could be certain it'd stick, then he'd be free to rape his little breeder the way he wanted to.

God but he wanted Noah on his knees, sobbing with over-stimulation while he fucked him until his tits leaked.

Almost like he knew exactly what Tony was thinking, Noah came, moaning loudly around his boss' fingers as he writhed against his much larger body, plush walls of his cunt seizing powerfully around his dick until Tony came too.

~~~

"What's with all this?" Tony asked in the aftermath while Noah still lay in bed on his side trying to catch his breath after his first orgasm of the day. Before Noah could ask what he meant, his husband-to-be leaned down from where he stood beside the bed and gave his exposed pussy a sharp smack.

The stinging sensation made Noah gasp and nearly come again, but he knew what Tony meant now. He'd always been in the habit of keeping his pussy shaved, even before meeting Tony, but he'd been slipping lately. That didn't mean he wanted to, though. "It's gotten hard to reach," Noah confessed, embarrassed as he stroked the gentle swell of his stomach to imply his reason.

Understanding dawned on Tony's face and Noah was relieved to see the man wasn't annoyed. "Fair enough. I'll make some calls," he said and started gathering his clothes in preparation to go take a shower.

"Calls?" Noah asked curiously as he forced himself into a seated position, doing his best not to let Tony's seed pour out of him and all over the sheets in the process. He was pretty good at it these days.

"I'll have someone come take care of it for you. There's people that do house calls for that kind of things these days," Tony answered, then glanced back to look at Noah where he sat on the bed. "Personal trainer too, maybe. You've been doing a good job in the gym but we need to work on your flexibility to make up for the baby's growth."

"I-- okay," Noah said, taken so off guard by it all that he couldn't think of anything else to say. For a moment he felt pleased Tony had noticed he'd been keeping to his gym routine-- but then he felt embarrassed by the sentiment.

The way Tony talked so casually about calling people to managehisbody was annoying, but another part of him-- the part of him that was a shameless cock whore ready to submit to the older man at the drop of a hat, liked it. Tony already fucked him however and whenever he wanted, coerced him into carrying his child...what was one more thing?

He just wanted to take care of him. Who complained about getting an all expense paid, in-home esthetician visit and a personal trainer?

Tony smiled at his docile obedience and leaned down to give him a brief kiss. "That's my boy."

~~~

It didn't take Tony long at all to find someone to work on Noah after reaching out to a few friends of his for recommendations.

One of his business partners, Alan, had known just the girl.

Layla looked a lot different working her day job than when he'd last seen her at her side gig as a high end escort. She was one of Alan's favorites and even when she was wearing a much more demure 'daytime' look she was a gorgeous woman.

"Hello, Mr. D'Angelo," she said with a polite smile, her long, bottle-blonde hair pulled up into a tight bun on top of her head, angled features delicately made-up, full lips painted a glossy pink.

You'd never know from looking that she was better hung than most men Tony knew.

Not as big as him, of course, but credit where it was due.

"Layla," he said and stepped aside so she could enter, taking the bag she'd carried to the door from her car for her.

She smiled. "Such a gentleman," she said, pleased, and followed him into the house. "You said you had your own spa, right? I brought my own table just in case, but--"

"You won't need it," Tony cut her off and lead the way down the stairs to where the private spa was located. He really only ever used it for the steam room but the maids kept the rest of it clean just in case he changed his mind, including the padded table meant for massage and esthetician work on one side.

"Ooh, this is perfect!" Layla exclaimed, delighted, then glanced around, hands clasped before her. "Now, where's the lucky man?"

"He'll be down in a minute," Tony said with a wave of his hand then reached down into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out two small plastic bottles. "I want you to add these to your little routine," he explained firmly. "This one goes on and in his pussy," Tony held up the bottle with a black cap and shook it before he passed it to Layla. He held up the second, white-capped bottle, and added, "This one goes on his tits and nipples."

"Alright," she said and Tony was pleased to see she knew better than to ask follow up questions beyond, "Should I wear gloves?"

"Not unless you managed to get pregnant since I last saw you."

"She huffed a laugh and put the bottles into her bag with the rest of her supplies then went to set up.

~~~

Noah had only visited the spa room once or twice before since moving in so he looked around curiously again as he finally returned. It had an underground grotto kind of feel that practically oozed relaxation and once again Noah couldn't help but be impressed by the estate Tony had cultivated for himself.

Tony had decided to enroll Jenna in a private pre-school to ease her transition into kindergarten next year so Noah had the first half of the day to himself now (when Tony didn't put off going into work to keep him in bed, anyways) so there was plenty of time for his appointment before she got home.

"Hello, Noah, good to see you again," a vaguely familiar blond woman said when he entered the room where she was all set up and ready to go.

He blinked, confused for a moment until he realized hedidrecognize her, but couldn't quite put his finger on where from.

It must have shown on his face because she barely stifled a laugh and coaxed him over. "You don't remember? Well...I guess Iwaswearing a lot less clothing that night," she said, obviously amused.

"I--" Noah hesitated until memory buried by alcohol and ecstasy surfaced and he put a face to a pair of fantastic tits and a rather nice cock. "Oh! Ooooh--" he said, flushing with embarrassment as he remembered the way she'd mounted and desperately fucked his pussy while he'd had Tony's fat cock halfway down his throat. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, I was high as a kite that night and I don't think I ever got your name--"

"Layla," she said and laughed. "Don't worry about it, happens all the time in my line of work."

"Well, nice to officially meet you," Noah said sheepishly and followed her over to the table where she handed him a plush robe.

"You too, sweetie. Now, go get undressed and we'll get started. I always recommend we start with waxing so we can end with a nice, relaxing massage."

Noah stepped into the nearby bathroom and did as we was told, though it felt a little silly considering they hadn't just seen each other naked, but even fucked publicly already. Then again, it was probably for the best considering how different the situation was.

It wasn't Noah's first time getting waxed so he got up onto the table and assumed the position, the tie of his robe sitting high, just under the swell of growing breasts thanks to his ever-expanding waistline. The thick fabric fell open to put his stomach on display and a little shiver took him when Layla settled on a stool at the end of the table between his legs and ran her silky hands over its distended surface.

"God, you looksogood," she said, tone sweet. "No wonder your man's so protective of you."

"Thanks," Noah said, flushing redder yet. His embarrassment disappeared pretty quickly when she got to work, though. However nice that warm wax felt at first, it was quickly chased by the sharp rip of hair being dragged free of its follicles a moment later.

She coaxed him through it, though, expertly switching between sympathetic sounds and casual conversation to keep him distracted. There was no denying that Layla was great at her job-- enough so that Noah wasn't bothered in the least when she moved on to do his legs for him as well.

"There now, torture's done. Time for the good stuff," she said with a teasing smile as she wrapped up and moved around to the head of the table where she eased down the collar of his robe and started to massage his neck and shoulders with a thick cream.

She was great at that too, it turned out.

"So is this your day job, then?" Noah asked conversationally so he didn't fall asleep under her hypnotic touch.

"Pretty much," Layla answered, a smile in her voice. "On an hour-by-hour basis the escort stuff pays better but I just don't have the energy to stay out late every night like I used to," she mused. "Itisfun, though, so I make myself available for a few special clients. Granted... I mix the two businesses a bit sometimes."