Dawn and Trisha 5
#45 of The Party
Dawn discovers that Trisha really, really, wants to be a mother
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"What's the matter?" she asks. "Don't want to see the toys?" Dawn pushes the ajar door open and steps into the room. Clouds are painted on the walls and ceiling with a smiling sun looking down over a crib. A set of drawers sits along the wall with a changing station on top, and there's a toy box set aside. When Dawn opens it, she sees a selection of rattles and pacifiers and the like, each of them holding that newly opened plastic smell. She holds one of the pacifiers up and examines it before she looks over her shoulder at Trisha, who stands there, arms folded over her body.
"Are you... are you pregnant?" Dawn says, her voice getting stern.
"Are you pregnant and fucking around with people without letting them know? Trisha, that's dangerous!"
Trisha blushes and blurts out. "H-hey, no, I'm not, I mean I wasn't, I mean I could be!" she says, hands on her hips and tapping her foot.
Dawn steps on over to her, holding the pacifier up. She narrows her eyes, waving it and shaking her head. "You sly girl," she says, "Tell me, which did you want more, to be my servant, or to be a mother again?"
"W-what?"
"You organized this party to get me to open up, but you wanted to open up your legs and get seeded, but not by your husband, by any man... even my husband!"
She shrugs. "Devon loves the idea. He thinks adding a little variety to the gene pool can be exciting. Who knows? Maybe if I do have a kid, its a husky-human mix, or maybe its just one of Devon's after all? he just looooves the idea of being the dominant sperm vying for my eggs. Just imagine, inside my womb there are thousands of little guys fighting each other, each wanting to make me a mommy or dying in their attempt."
Dawn sighs, shaking her head. "You know what, Trisha? I'm insatiable, but you're just weird."
"It's how we had our first child," Trisha says, rubbing her belly tenderly, cooing softly. "We had the doctor check it, too. Turns out he is the father. I had sex with a dozen guys that day my baby was conceived, but he won out. Maybe this time, he will again, or he won't. Either way, we'll both be happy, and we'll both love this child." She sighs, just thinking about it.
"I never knew how much you cared about this," Dawn says.
"Truthfully," Trisha says, shrugging. "It's hard to really talk about my kinks with people who are out of the loop. It's been horror holding back all the deep dark secrets from you. I guess I... I just wanted to include my best friend in all parts of my life, you know?"
"Okay, you're getting sappy now," Dawn says, walking up to her and draping an arm over her shoulder. "So, remember how I said I wanted to see your toys? Well, I've seen a few of them, and I got an idea" She leans in, whispering into Trisha's ear, giggling slightly as she does.
Trisha's eyes widen, and she looks across the room they're currently in, gulping and wrapping her arms around her tummy. "A... are you really sure? That's... I've never... I don't have anything here for that."
We can improvise," Dawn says, giving Trisha a smack on her rump. "Now, the only question is, do we do it alone, or shall we go wake Rob up?" She chuckles, glancing over the room now. "And what role, perhaps, do you want to play, 'mom."
Trisha sputters and steps back at th wall, pressing her back against it and widening her eyes. "M... me? N-no, I can't It'd be... it wouldn't work. Y-you're my mistress, I can't do that to you."
"Oh, well, then" she says, stepping up to Trisha. She presses the nipple end of the pacifier against her skin, brushing it up along Trisha's side. It passes up by her left nipple, where Dawn flicks the rubber up against the flesh.
Trisha bites her lip, scratching at the walls at the feeling, letting out a soft coo.
Dawn continues, bringing the nipple up along her collar, then over her neck, and finally her jaw before she presses it against her lips, popping it into her mouth. "There you go," Dawn sighs, brushing fingers through Trisha's' hair. "You might be a mommy in a few months, but don't let anyone tell you that you don't make a pretty baby. Now, then baby, why don't you let momma take real good care of you?" Dawn giggles, kissing her on the cheek before stepping back and examining all the various props she has to work with. "I think momma can make this work for you, even though you're such a big girl. These diapers are way, way too small, after all."
Trisha gulps and nods, moving her hands behind her back. She rubs her toes into the ground and looks down and to the side, nodding quietly as she sucks on the pacifier.
Dawn brightens up, clasping her hands over her own cheeks and letting out a pleased squeal. "Oh my goodness! Trish, you... you really want to go along with this!?"
Trisha responds with another quick nod and another couple of suckles on the rubber nipple.