Big Happy Family
Title: Big Happy Family
Author: trytofly5
Pairing: John/Dean, Sam/Dean one sided
Warnings: mpreg, underage, Mommy!Dean, feminization
Summary: John needed a wife and Sammy needed a mother. Dean was the best choice.
Dean sat back on the couch, letting out a sigh of contentment after the weight was off of his swollen ankles. He pressed a hand against his heavy belly, feeling the tiny movements inside. He put his feet up on the coffee table as he watched Sam do his homework on the floor beneath him.
“I’m hungry,” Sam whined from the floor.
“Dinner’s cooking,” Dean sighed, rubbing his swelled belly.
“But Momma!” Sam whined.
Dean couldn’t help but feel the swell of happiness inside of him as Sam called him Momma. He took pride in what he did and who is was. He made the house nice for his Sammy and John. He made them dinner. He gave kisses to make Sammy smile. He did it all. He was Momma. And now his belly was swollen with John’s new child.
“You are always hungry,” Dean muttered.
“Am not,” Sam pouted.
Dean sighed and kept rubbing his swelled belly. It was nice to finally be able to get all that weight off of his feet. As much as the aches and pains of pregnancy bothered him, Dean wouldn’t change it for the world. He loves knowing that his baby brother is safe and happy inside of him. The baby is free from harm and is always with Dean. Dean loves the way that John looks at him now. He loves the way John will run his rough hands across his belly and tells him that he loves him.
“Is the baby kicking?” Sam asked as he looked up to Dean.
“Yeah, he’s moving around like crazy now,” Dean smiled. He loves feeling his child move within him.
“Can I feel?” Sam got up and sat down next to Dean.
Dean nodded and Sam quickly rested his hand on Dean’s heavy belly. Sam’s eyes brightened as he felt his baby brother kick. He ran his hand over Dean’s belly, moving the hand achingly slow by Dean’s swelled chest. Dean couldn’t stop the tiny jump once Sam’s hand hit his nipples. They have been super sensitive as his pregnancy progressed.
“Momma?” Sam looked up to Dean with large, innocent eyes.
“Momma’s fine,” Dean stuttered, praying that Sam moved his hand away.
“You look so pretty, Momma,” Sam smiled, resting his head near Dean’s chest.
“Um, thanks,” Dean stuttered.
“I love you,” Sam smiled and pressed a kiss to Dean’s heavily pregnant belly.
The door swung open and John walked in. The second the creak of the door was heard, Sam shot off the couch and went back to doing his homework. John’s heavy footsteps walked over to the couch and he pressed a sweet kiss against Dean’s lips.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” John’s deep voice rumbled.
“Okay,” Dean replied, his face still flushed.
John pressed a kiss against Dean’s neck and rested a hand on his swollen belly. “Not too much longer.”
Dean smiled and nodded as John rubbed his hand across Dean’s swollen belly. Deep down, Dean knew it was wrong, knew it was sick, but he loved it. He loved feeling his baby brother grow inside of him. He loved knowing that he was the one keeping him safe. He was the one feeding him. He was the one taking care of him. The baby wouldn’t be separated from him until he was born. Dean didn’t like it think about the birth. If he could, he’d carry his baby brother inside of him all the time.
“Food!” Sam smiled and ran into the kitchen the minute the timer went off. Dean let out a little laugh and stood up with some help from John.
“How were things at home today, sweetheart?” John smiled as he wrapped his arms around Dean.
“Everything was fine,” Dean smiled. John ran his large, rough hands over Dean’s belly and kissed down his neck. “Dad,” Dean giggled.
“John,” John snapped, stopping the movement.
“Sorry, honey,” Dean whispered. A smile grew on John’s face and he wrapped his arms back around Dean.
“It’s fine, sweetheart,” John went back to kissing on Dean’s neck. “You know how I feel about you calling me that.”
“I know,” Dean replied as he fixed everyone’s plates.
Dinner was the same it always has been. John kept an arm around Dean as he drilled Sam about school. Dean missed being in school, but this was better. He was able to help his family this way.
After dinner, Dean was back to resting on the couch. Sam was on one side while John was on the other. Both of their hands stroked Dean’s belly lovingly.
“Sam needs to be a big brother,” John smiled and kissed Dean’s neck.
“He’ll be one soon,” Dean smiled.
“He moved!” Sam laughed as the baby moved around causing Dean’s belly to ripple.
Dean smiled and kissed the top of Sam’s head. “He’s saying hi to his big brother.”
Sam eagerly pulled Dean’s shirt up to get a better view at his belly. Sam always loved to watch Dean’s belly move with the baby.
“Hi, baby,” Sam smiled and kissed Dean’s belly.
John smirked and rested his large, rough hand against Dean’s popped out bellybutton. Dean jumped a little and shifted in his seat.
“You okay, Momma?” Sam asked.
“I’m fine,” Dean blushed as John started to slowly move his hand. Dean pushed at John’s hand, trying to get him to stop.
“I think Momma is tired,” John told Sam. “Besides, you need to go to bed. You have school tomorrow.”
Sam nodded sadly and kissed Dean’s cheek before going to his room.
“Now we have some Mommy and Daddy time,” John grinned, kissing Dean deeply.
Dean tried to make it to the bedroom on his own, but with John kissing him and tugging on his clothes it grew more and more difficult. He was relieved when John decided he wasn’t moving fast enough and carried him to the bedroom.
“So beautiful,” John murmured as he shed his son’s/wife’s clothes. “So fucking beautiful.”
John always paused a minute to look at Dean’s body. His eyes would sweep from Dean’s face, which has been softened from years of hormones, to his swelled chest, down to his large belly. His hand would glide over the trail his eyes created, groaning as he felt Dean’s new curves.
John slowly kissed down Dean’s neck to his swollen milk filled tits. He sucked one of those puffy nipples into his mouth, enjoying the taste of the sweet milk as he lubed up a finger and slowly slid it inside of Dean. Dean couldn’t stop the little cry that escaped his mouth as John added two more fingers.
“You ready, sweetheart?” John murmured. Dean nodded as he breathed heavily. John slowly pushed his hard cock into Dean’s heavy body as he kissed his flushed face.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” Dean breathed.
John grunted and began to thrust hard into Dean’s pregnant body, groaning with every clench Dean created. Dean let out breathy little moans, pressing back against John, begging for more of his cock.
“Harder!” Dean breathed. John slammed in harder and faster, striking Dean’s prostate. Dean’s body shuddered as he tightened up and came. John came right after, filling up Dean’s body with his warm seed.
John pulled out and wrapped his arms around Dean, stroking his heavily pregnant belly. “I love you,” Dean looked up at him.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” John pressed a sweet kiss to Dean’s lips.
Author: trytofly5
Pairing: John/Dean, Sam/Dean one sided
Warnings: mpreg, underage, Mommy!Dean, feminization
Summary: John needed a wife and Sammy needed a mother. Dean was the best choice.
Dean sat back on the couch, letting out a sigh of contentment after the weight was off of his swollen ankles. He pressed a hand against his heavy belly, feeling the tiny movements inside. He put his feet up on the coffee table as he watched Sam do his homework on the floor beneath him.
“I’m hungry,” Sam whined from the floor.
“Dinner’s cooking,” Dean sighed, rubbing his swelled belly.
“But Momma!” Sam whined.
Dean couldn’t help but feel the swell of happiness inside of him as Sam called him Momma. He took pride in what he did and who is was. He made the house nice for his Sammy and John. He made them dinner. He gave kisses to make Sammy smile. He did it all. He was Momma. And now his belly was swollen with John’s new child.
“You are always hungry,” Dean muttered.
“Am not,” Sam pouted.
Dean sighed and kept rubbing his swelled belly. It was nice to finally be able to get all that weight off of his feet. As much as the aches and pains of pregnancy bothered him, Dean wouldn’t change it for the world. He loves knowing that his baby brother is safe and happy inside of him. The baby is free from harm and is always with Dean. Dean loves the way that John looks at him now. He loves the way John will run his rough hands across his belly and tells him that he loves him.
“Is the baby kicking?” Sam asked as he looked up to Dean.
“Yeah, he’s moving around like crazy now,” Dean smiled. He loves feeling his child move within him.
“Can I feel?” Sam got up and sat down next to Dean.
Dean nodded and Sam quickly rested his hand on Dean’s heavy belly. Sam’s eyes brightened as he felt his baby brother kick. He ran his hand over Dean’s belly, moving the hand achingly slow by Dean’s swelled chest. Dean couldn’t stop the tiny jump once Sam’s hand hit his nipples. They have been super sensitive as his pregnancy progressed.
“Momma?” Sam looked up to Dean with large, innocent eyes.
“Momma’s fine,” Dean stuttered, praying that Sam moved his hand away.
“You look so pretty, Momma,” Sam smiled, resting his head near Dean’s chest.
“Um, thanks,” Dean stuttered.
“I love you,” Sam smiled and pressed a kiss to Dean’s heavily pregnant belly.
The door swung open and John walked in. The second the creak of the door was heard, Sam shot off the couch and went back to doing his homework. John’s heavy footsteps walked over to the couch and he pressed a sweet kiss against Dean’s lips.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” John’s deep voice rumbled.
“Okay,” Dean replied, his face still flushed.
John pressed a kiss against Dean’s neck and rested a hand on his swollen belly. “Not too much longer.”
Dean smiled and nodded as John rubbed his hand across Dean’s swollen belly. Deep down, Dean knew it was wrong, knew it was sick, but he loved it. He loved feeling his baby brother grow inside of him. He loved knowing that he was the one keeping him safe. He was the one feeding him. He was the one taking care of him. The baby wouldn’t be separated from him until he was born. Dean didn’t like it think about the birth. If he could, he’d carry his baby brother inside of him all the time.
“Food!” Sam smiled and ran into the kitchen the minute the timer went off. Dean let out a little laugh and stood up with some help from John.
“How were things at home today, sweetheart?” John smiled as he wrapped his arms around Dean.
“Everything was fine,” Dean smiled. John ran his large, rough hands over Dean’s belly and kissed down his neck. “Dad,” Dean giggled.
“John,” John snapped, stopping the movement.
“Sorry, honey,” Dean whispered. A smile grew on John’s face and he wrapped his arms back around Dean.
“It’s fine, sweetheart,” John went back to kissing on Dean’s neck. “You know how I feel about you calling me that.”
“I know,” Dean replied as he fixed everyone’s plates.
Dinner was the same it always has been. John kept an arm around Dean as he drilled Sam about school. Dean missed being in school, but this was better. He was able to help his family this way.
After dinner, Dean was back to resting on the couch. Sam was on one side while John was on the other. Both of their hands stroked Dean’s belly lovingly.
“Sam needs to be a big brother,” John smiled and kissed Dean’s neck.
“He’ll be one soon,” Dean smiled.
“He moved!” Sam laughed as the baby moved around causing Dean’s belly to ripple.
Dean smiled and kissed the top of Sam’s head. “He’s saying hi to his big brother.”
Sam eagerly pulled Dean’s shirt up to get a better view at his belly. Sam always loved to watch Dean’s belly move with the baby.
“Hi, baby,” Sam smiled and kissed Dean’s belly.
John smirked and rested his large, rough hand against Dean’s popped out bellybutton. Dean jumped a little and shifted in his seat.
“You okay, Momma?” Sam asked.
“I’m fine,” Dean blushed as John started to slowly move his hand. Dean pushed at John’s hand, trying to get him to stop.
“I think Momma is tired,” John told Sam. “Besides, you need to go to bed. You have school tomorrow.”
Sam nodded sadly and kissed Dean’s cheek before going to his room.
“Now we have some Mommy and Daddy time,” John grinned, kissing Dean deeply.
Dean tried to make it to the bedroom on his own, but with John kissing him and tugging on his clothes it grew more and more difficult. He was relieved when John decided he wasn’t moving fast enough and carried him to the bedroom.
“So beautiful,” John murmured as he shed his son’s/wife’s clothes. “So fucking beautiful.”
John always paused a minute to look at Dean’s body. His eyes would sweep from Dean’s face, which has been softened from years of hormones, to his swelled chest, down to his large belly. His hand would glide over the trail his eyes created, groaning as he felt Dean’s new curves.
John slowly kissed down Dean’s neck to his swollen milk filled tits. He sucked one of those puffy nipples into his mouth, enjoying the taste of the sweet milk as he lubed up a finger and slowly slid it inside of Dean. Dean couldn’t stop the little cry that escaped his mouth as John added two more fingers.
“You ready, sweetheart?” John murmured. Dean nodded as he breathed heavily. John slowly pushed his hard cock into Dean’s heavy body as he kissed his flushed face.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” Dean breathed.
John grunted and began to thrust hard into Dean’s pregnant body, groaning with every clench Dean created. Dean let out breathy little moans, pressing back against John, begging for more of his cock.
“Harder!” Dean breathed. John slammed in harder and faster, striking Dean’s prostate. Dean’s body shuddered as he tightened up and came. John came right after, filling up Dean’s body with his warm seed.
John pulled out and wrapped his arms around Dean, stroking his heavily pregnant belly. “I love you,” Dean looked up at him.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” John pressed a sweet kiss to Dean’s lips.