Coat Hangers and Sorrow

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Martha patted my stomach aggressively. "Stuart Little would be so proud..." Martha whispered as she committed a hate crime.

"Martha please think about this, we could raise a puppychild! We can be a family!"

"Don, when will you learn? WHEN WILL YOU LEARN THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUINCES?"

Donald sobbed. All he wanted was to make their family great again but ever since Martha found out he was pregnant she'd treated him like shit. Did she even love him?

"Stop crying you little shit and pay attention to what I have to say! Do you have any damn idea how fucking betrayed I feel when you just go against what I have to say completely? I told you damnit, I told you that I didn't want you to get pregnant but you went and you fucking did it anyways. And now you're going to pay. Our, no, YOUR child is going to pay severely.  You should know that I. HATE. CHILDREN!"

Donald started to cry hardere as Martha dug around in her coat hanger bin to find the perfect color, material, size, showing Donald each one.

"This one is very pretty.. Pink and sequiny, the way I like my coat hangers... This one is rebellious, I love how the blue-green looks against the black shimmer. But this one.. I feel this one suits you well. Red and yellow, like the soviet brothers.. Yes. This will do quite nicely."

Donald clenched his asscheeks in fear and excitement- He quite enjoyed anal penetration. And aborting must be pleasant for anal-lovers; as we all know babies are stored in the lungs which are only reachable via intestines.

"I'd prepare yourself, Donnyumpkins munchkinidity. This may be an unpleasant sensation."

30 minutes later

That was not where I thought the coat hanger would go...

And it turns out babies are stores in the bladder, not the lungs...

"Kiss it better?" I pouted.

"Of course Donny Senpai!"

And thus began a blowjob.

And thus began a blowjob

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