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"Alfred?" Tim calls softly. There's a light on in Alfred's bedroom, but Tim hovers on the doorstep, not wanting to wake Alfred if he's dozed off.
"Come in, my dear," comes the response, and Tim smiles.
Tim pushes the door open and steps in. Alfred's sitting in his plush armchair, wearing his glasses and reading a book. There's a small fire in the fireplace, crackling away. Rain is beating on the dark window, but the fire chases out the cold from the drafty hallway. The room smells like Alfred, a rich cedar and musk alpha smell. This has been Alfred's room for decades, and the scent has nestled comfortably into every nook and cranny.
Alfred takes his glasses off and folds them up, setting his book and glasses down on a side table. Alfred gives him a warm smile, wrinkles crinkling around his eyes, fondness rising in his scent like fresh-baked bread. "And how are we tonight, Master Timothy?"
Tim's hand automatically floats down to his stomach. "Good." His belly is so rounded now. Not big, exactly, but a completely different shape than it used to be. It juts out underneath his sweater, a warm and heavy weight under his hand. "They kept shifting and kicking earlier, but I think they've settled down now."
Alfred reaches out a hand. "And why haven't you settled down, hmm?" Tim takes Alfred's hand and steps towards him. "I think it's well past your bedtime, young man."
Timothy blushes, shuffling forward until he's standing between Alfred's knees. "I know, it's just- I just-" Tim rocks on his feet, fidgeting.
Alfred hums softly and leans forward, wrapping an arm around Tim's waist to tug him close. His other hand slips under Tim's sweater, fingers trailing across Tim's bare skin. It makes Tim shiver, warm under the glow of the fire and Alfred's gentle touch. He's just so sensitive now. The past few weeks have felt like being in heat all over again, his second trimester making him achy and needy.
"I know, dear boy," Alfred murmurs, pushing Tim's sweater up to bare his belly. "Ah, there we are." Alfred strokes Tim's tummy with both hands, caressing every inch of it. "Oh, look at you. You're getting so big." A hand slides up under the fabric to reach Tim's tits, squeezing and pinching and making him squirm. Tim never had tits before, not really. But they're getting bigger and more swollen every day, getting ready to make milk for all the new pups.
Tim whines softly, shifting under Alfred's hands, heat trickling down his spine. "'m getting big?"
Alfred purrs, an alpha rumble from deep in his chest. "Oh, yes, dear boy. Just like you should be." He ducks his head to press a kiss to the swell of Tim's stomach. "Such a good boy. You're coming along nicely, aren't you?" Alfred slides his hand lower, underneath the curve of Tim's baby bump.
Tim squirms, rubbing his thighs together, feeling himself drip into his panties. He tries to push forward, to rub his cocklet against the armchair, but Alfred won't let him, holding his hips back. "Alfie," Tim whines. "Alfie, please?"
Alfred chuckles softly. "Such a greedy boy." He presses another loving kiss to Tim's belly. "You know, I worried, when Bruce brought you home."
Tim blinks. "You did?" The words flicker painfully in his chest. Tim hadn't known- that is, he did think-
"Shhh, easy, dear heart. Not like that," Alfred says, low and soothing, petting Tim's belly softly. "You were such a little thing. I thought the five of us might be too much for you." Alfred kisses Tim's swollen tummy again, and then smiles up at him. His scent is full of affection, and a rich, tell-tale alpha spice. "I needn't have worried, hm?"
Tim smiles back, reassured, and shakes his head. "No, Alfie." Tim shifts forward, leaning into Alfred's warm, gentle hands. Alfred didn't need to worry at all.
"That's our good boy," Alfred praises, and it settles warm and lovely in Tim's stomach, making him wriggle in pleasure. "Come here, my boy."
Alfred guides Tim to turn around, having him settle heavily into Alfred's lap, leaning back against his chest. "There now, that's better, isn't it."
Tim throws his head back onto Alfred's shoulder and keens, high-pitched and trembling. His tits are jostled underneath his sleep shirt, aching and tender. "Please, Alfie? Alfie, alpha, please touch me?"
"Needy bitch," Alfred murmurs into his ear, his voice terribly fond. "Hips up for me, my dear. Let me see your sweet little cunt, that's it."
Tim whines pitifully, tilting his hips up as best he can, letting Alfred pull his sleep pants down.
"There you are," Alfred coos. His hand finally slips between Tim's legs, sliding past Tim's hard, dripping little cocklet, rubbing at his soaking wet folds. "Oh, yes, there you are. Being bred suits you, doesn't it? Makes you so sweet for us."
Tim whimpers and nods, squirming against the papery-soft pads of Alfred's fingers. He wants them inside, but Alfred won't let him have them. Tim rocks back against Alfred's lap, feeling the hardening bulge through his pajamas.
"We'll keep you just like this, won't we," Alfred murmurs into his ear, and Tim shudders.
"Like this?" Tim asks, breathlessly hopeful, grinding shamelessly against Alfred's hand.
"Oh, yes," Alfred purrs, and he shifts, lifting Tim up slightly and shuffling. "I let Master Bruce take the first turn, of course. But you're not done yet. And you won't be- not for a long while."
Tim whimpers helplessly, nodding frantically in agreement. He's not done, he doesn't want to ever be done. When Alfred sets Tim back down, his cock is rubbing up against Tim's poor needy cunt, and the hot, bare press of it driving him crazy. "You want that, don't you? You want to stay pregnant. To stay nice and full and needy for us all the time."
"Please," Tim whines, rocking against Alfred's cock, trying desperately to get it to his entrance, get him to shove it in Tim's sopping wet pussy. "Please, yes, I'll be a good bitch, please-"
"Yes, you will," Alfred says. And he finally, finally gives Tim his cock, shoving it in deep in one hard movement.
Tim squeals, squeezing his eyes shut. "Oh- oh- thank you, alpha, thank you-"
"You're so welcome, dear boy," Alfred murmurs, rocking Tim in his lap, pulling him up and down on his cock like Tim's his favorite cocksleeve. "We're going to love giving it to you. I think we'll each be needing a litter, don't you? And you know Master Bruce won't be satisfied with one. Once we've all had a turn, he'll fuck you full again, keep you fat with his pups. We're going to have such a nice, big pack, with such a lovely, accommodating bitch."
"Yes," Tim gasps, and he can see it, a handful of years from now, with a pack of toddlers running around, and himself pregnant again, fucked full of babies from every single one of his alphas, full to bursting and still begging for more. "Please, please, keep me full, don't let me ever be empty, alpha, Alfie, promise? Promise, please don't make me be empty again, make me pregnant, make me full, always, forever, please!"
"Sweet boy," Alfred coos, and his hand is back, petting softly over Tim's stretched, heavy tummy. "I promise, dear one. We'll take such good care of you."
Alfred drags Tim's shirt upwards, baring his chest. Tim rocks in time with Alfred's thrusts, and they both watch as Tim's tits bounce up and down with every movement. His little cocklet bounces too, hard and aching and dripping omega slick, slapping against his big round pregnant belly. "That's it, fuck yourself on alpha's cock."
Tim can't do anything but obey, whimpering and rocking and taking it, watching his rounded pregnant belly as he bounces on Alfred's cock.
Alfred sighs as he comes, his knot blowing wide and his scent going dark and rich as he fills Tim up with hot, thick alpha come. "Good boy. Take it, dear one. Oh, yes, just like that."
Tim moans softly, clenching down on Alfred's knot, milking every last drop, feeling it warm and wonderful inside of him. Alfred's hand finally slips over Tim's belly and finds his cocklet, enveloping it it his palm and giving it quick little tugs.
"Alfie," Tim whimpers, rocking against the touch as best as he can while still stuck on Alfred's knot. "Oh, oh, Alfie, alpha, thank you, thank you-"
"Good boy," Alfred purrs into his ear, the deep rumble of a pleased, sated alpha, a deeply satisfying noise that make Tim shudder all over. "Good boy, milking me like I'm breeding you already. I didn't need to worry, did I?" Alfred chuckles, warm and loving. "No, I didn't need to worry at all. Our Bruce picked out the perfect bitch for this family. The perfect bitch to stay just like this forever."
Tim comes with a little shriek, painting the swell of his stomach with thin little ropes of omega come. He gasps for air, heart beating out of his chest, cunt clenching down on Alfred's knot, over and over.
Alfred purrs again, holding Tim close as he comes down from it, pressing a soft kiss behind his ear. "Good omega." He shifts, getting Tim comfortable on his knot. "That's it, that's a good boy."
Tim murmurs an agreement, head drifting to the right, resting on Alfred's shoulder. Dimly, he feels fingers carding through his hair, gentle and soothing. The room feels warm and safe, full of them and nothing else.
"Good boy, Master Timothy. Sleep well, now."