Broodslave, on his due date. Master Koldo checks the belly he bred, works the birth canal open, and the first piglet still isn’t enough. Koldo walks in naked and finds his broodslave already laid out on the bed, belly huge under the white tank, hole waiting. He stands over him and looks. Due date. The slave doesn’t get up. He just opens his legs a little wider so Master can see how low the load is sitting. Koldo climbs on, both hands on the dome. Presses. The belly is tight, dropped, ready.

He works the tank up and down over it, feeling where the head is sitting. Yoshi’s hands come up and cover Master’s. Koldo tells him that’s his. Bred in. Coming out the same hole it went in. Koldo pinches through the tank, then gets his mouth on the chest while the slave grabs at his pecs. Kiss. Tongue. He drops lower, pulls the cock, the slave’s clit, out from under the tank and sucks it until it’s hard and wet. They grind. Belly to belly. The dome rocks between them every time Koldo ruts. Koldo turns him, gets behind, and lines up. He tells the slave the canal is too tight to pass anything. He fucks it open. Slow at first, then harder, cock working the same passage the baby has to come down. Yoshi holds the belly with both hands and moans through it. Koldo stays in deep, grinding, telling him to dilate.

Every thrust is a contraction he didn’t earn. Koldo then breeds his slave’s hole covering the birth canal in his hot cum. Yoshi says it’s coming. Legs spread, belly still held. Koldo gets his fingers in the birth canal and feels the head. Yoshi bears down, face open, and the vagina starts to push out, swollen, red, crowning. The head bulbs at the rim. The slave pushes and the baby slides, wet, glossy, out of the birth canal and into Koldo’s hands. First piglet. Cord of lube still strung from the hole to the toy. Yoshi is shaking, prolapsing, belly still round.

Koldo holds the baby up so the slave can see what he just passed. The stretch was too good. Yoshi grabs Master’s wrist and tells him to put it back. Koldo doesn’t argue. He feeds the baby’s feet to the rim and pushes. The slave screams when it pops back through the cervix of the roleplay, in, then out, then in again. Each pass the canal grips and releases. Koldo works it like a plug: crown, sink, withdraw until the head is just kissing the lips, then drive it home. Yoshi’s feet kick, mouth open, belly jolting every time the baby seats. They pause. The first one is out on the towel, but the tank is still domed.

Koldo puts a hand on it and presses. More in there. He tells the slave the litter isn’t finished. Yoshi looks down at the bulge, hole still open and shining, and nods. Master leaves the still pregnant slave, letting him rest before the next delivery.