Picture Kuz's tummy swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.
He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.
Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.
Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.
Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone… it's not coming out… I can't feel it anymore…" And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."
And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.
"Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
