Four months had passed since the barn gangbang in Maharashtra. Priya’s belly now swelled noticeably under her sarees—a gentle, rounded curve that Arjun proudly showed off to relatives, calling it “our little miracle.” He still had no idea the child might not be his. Priya knew better. The timing aligned perfectly with Rajesh’s relentless nightly breedings, and the sheer volume of cum from that barn night made paternity a delicious gamble. Every flutter in her womb reminded her she was carrying potential proof of her whoredom.

Rajesh’s hunger had only grown darker with her pregnancy. He loved how her body changed—breasts ballooning from C-cups to heavy, veiny DDs, nipples darkening to deep chocolate and constantly leaking tiny beads of colostrum that soaked through her blouses. Her hips widened, ass plumper, cunt perpetually swollen and slick. The old man called her his “breeding cow” now, and the degradation made Priya drip constantly.