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Rich people had way too much to spend on the strangest hobbies.
Though, Spectre would claim fault where it lies. He was the one to have put such a preposterous thought into Ryoken’s head but he never actually thought that Ryoken would go out and buy such a thing. He could understand - somewhat - why they were made but the fact apparently anyone could buy them was what was the most disconcerting when the item in question arrived via the mail.
The item being a fake and wearable pregnancy belly.
Spectre had mentioned - totally offhandedly - that he found pregnant bellies sexy. He had some reasonable guesses as to why, though. Such as it being a combination of his trauma or the baseline biological urge to procreate, but ultimately, it didn’t really matter why. He just found them hot. But only in a hypothetical or pornographical context.
Or so he thought. He was far more turned on than he was expecting, actually…
Now, Ryoken being Ryoken, with way too much money to burn, dived on it and thus purchased one for them to play with. By itself, the item didn’t really do much for either of them. It was heavy and dowdy and bulky, looked unnatural detached from a person and over the clothes, it was even more of an unsexy aberration.
However, with a little tweaking and a little styling, it made for a rather fun addition to their roleplay. But this next suggestion of Ryoken’s was taking it perhaps a step too far.
Yet Spectre found himself unable to put his foot down. That no, this was a bad idea for a multitude of reasons. Instead, Ryoken beguiled him with the idea of further bringing fantasy to the real world. After all, Spectre’s initial hesitation that he only found pregnancy hypothetically sexy by getting into come and come again in him when Ryoken was wearing the fake belly.
Moreover, Ryoken was good at appealing to his baser nature by drawing upon his preconceived notions of himself being invisible and plain. No one would be none the wiser if they trod carefully and put on a convincing act - and what an actor Ryoken made for himself.
Going even further than just wearing fitting clothes over the fake pregnancy belly, if he wore the right clothes, then Ryoken made for quite a convincing pregnant woman nearing the end of her third trimester.
They would be in and out as soon as possible. That was the scam and it would be marvellous. So, it was decided. They would go on a date as two people who were not their normal selves. Together, they would peruse the selections in baby shops and hold hands. It would be totally and utterly innocent. Or as innocently as it could be with Ryoken wearing an internal vibrator under his clothes in addition to the fake belly.
Thus, in the middle of town where the shopping was bourgeoisie, Ryoken and Spectre got out of a taxi as anyone but themselves. Way out here, there was no risk of being recognised by the few people who would because they wouldn't be called dead in the vicinity of such pristine department stores.
They made their way up, past Gucci and Jimmy Choo displays to what was the most opulent and luxurious nursery item store that could possibly be in existence in all Japan. Let alone Den City.
Ryoken held onto Spectre for balance and to really amp up the lovebird aspect of his character. He was wearing a plaid pattern maxi dress which interlocked squares and stripes of pink and white. Paired with nude coloured ballet flats and some tasteful jewellery. Enough to say rich woman but not enough to warrant a closer look or else his skinny ankles might just be incongruent enough to warrant a question or closer look.
Spectre, meanwhile, just looked like himself. That is, in his usual grey-blue, uniquely tailored blazer and slacks. If a little affected by worry. His brow was furrowed as they stepped past the threshold of the store.
All around them, they were surrounded by a wonderland of children’s toys and other bric-a-brac. Clothes and prams, plastic baby bottles and changing tables. Everything had, at minimum, a five digit price tag in yen and offered premium opulence for infants. How wasteful and yet…
How clucky.
Spectre wanted to remain frugal. This was just an elaborate game, after all, there was no reason nor need to actually spend money but anything his eyes lingered too long on, he found himself enveloped by a silly reverie of what if… He tried to blink it back as he dismissed every teddy bear that he saw which appealed to his aesthetics - which was more than he was expecting, none.
“See anything you like yet, sweetie?” Ryoken purred.
He cuddled up closer and Spectre swallowed, “Not really.”
“Then let’s have a closer look, just in case.” Ryoken said.
They continued into the shop. It wasn’t organised into aisles, instead having an open floor plan. The least of the chaos was the racks featuring teeny tiny clothes with luxury brands sewn into the collars. Everything else was organic, organised by colour - mostly beige or tasteful pale blues, whites - and grouped by function. Bottles with bottles, nappies with nappies, that kind of thing.
Now, being a young couple with one half seemingly endowed with a third trimester belly, it was only a matter of time before one of the shop clerks began to circle like a shark. She was a middle-aged woman with laugh lines in the corner of her eyes.
“Welcome, welcome, how can I help?” she asked.
“Where to start…?” Ryoken giggled. “Husband and I are looking for those little extra touches for our nursery, you know.”
Spectre felt a plummet of arousal. Husband. Indicating mastery of the house. Not his usual position and yet, it did more than flatter him. He glanced at Ryoken. He placed his hand over Ryoken’s.
“Yes, we have just about everything except that special touch.” Spectre said.
“You know, books, or toys, maybe a going-out kit. That sort of thing.” Ryoken added.
“Yes, yes, I know exactly what you mean.” the woman agreed.
She did? That surprised Spectre. To him, he and Ryoken were talking out their asses.
“The sort of things that get missed on your wedding registry, I’m sure.” the woman said.
“Exactly!” Ryoken exclaimed.
Spectre blushed. They weren’t even wearing rings. Should they have been? This is what they got for - unknowingly - involving a third person in their roleplay that really should have stayed in the bedroom.
“Here, I’ll show you what’s typically a hit with other newlyweds looking to stock a future nursery. Perhaps you will take a shine to something over here.” the woman said.
She led Spectre and Ryoken away from the nook they had previously been inspecting. She led them to a far corner which was toys galore. She indicated the various shelves.
“We choose all our stock very selectively, for educational value, safety, comfort, and more. So please, look closely.” the woman said.
“Thank you, we will take it from here.” Spectre said.
Ryoken smiled and it was only a little forced.
The woman nodded but rubbed her hands together. She would be back, they were both sure. She smiled politely and then excused herself.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Ryoken let go of the sigh he was holding. He held his belly and leaned into Spectre, legs going weak.
“Aah, I can feel it.” Ryoken murmured. “The vibrator…”
Spectre blushed. How scandalous.
Ryoken smiled, enjoying that he could tease Spectre like this. His skin was dewy with sweat. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other underneath his dress, his massive pregnant belly. He batted his lashes.
“I can hardly concentrate…” Ryoken murmured.
He angled himself discreetly, so that Spectre’s body was slotted between his leg and the side of belly. He rubbed himself ever so slightly against Spectre, holding onto him and nuzzling his shoulder. Spectre had to hold himself stringently to refrain from being turned on in public.
“Can you feel it?” Ryoken whispered. He dropped his voice even lower and a tingle went down Spectre’s spine. “My… erection?”
“Y-Yes.” Spectre said through heavy breathing.
His mind flashed to places far too dirty for a place as innocent as this one. As commercial a hellscape as it was.
“Also…” Ryoken said. “I want to buy this, this, and this.” He flippantly pointed out various things in front of them on the shelf.
Spectre frowned. He wasn’t even the one in charge of the debit card seeing that it was in the Kogami name. Still, if it was part of the fantasy… He checked what Ryoken had picked out. He had chosen some books with sensory seeking lessons, a velveteen bunny-rabbit toy, and some wooden building blocks. Perfectly ordinary things which elicited much in Spectre as he assessed them.
Envy, mostly. All the toys he remembered playing with were headless for some reason. Or were dirty. Used. Generic. These were quite spoiled, it seemed.
“Did you enjoy things like this as a child?” Spectre asked, killing the mood.
“More or less.” Ryoken said.
He straightened up somewhat since Spectre was being stalwart but their touching of these items alerted the shop clerk again. She returned with a plastic shopping basket to offer, as well as an unsettlingly large grin.
“Wellllllll,” she offered exaggeratedly, “did anything catch your eye?”
“Yes but, before we go to the check out,” Ryoken pulled out the puppy dog eyes, “I really need to use a restroom, is there one nearby?”
“In-store, lovey! We understand how… small the bladder gets during pregnancy, please, by all means, use our facilities.” the woman said and indicated the far side of the store.
“Thank you.” Ryoken said and he looked expectantly up at Spectre. “Will you help me?”
“Of course, anything for my beautiful wife.” Spectre replied. He moved his hand to Ryoken’s waist protectively.
“If you could prepare these for me, as well as some small size clothing in pink, and disposable nappies, I would appreciate it, I promise we won’t be long.” Ryoken said. His voice was silken.
The woman nodded and Spectre understood, too.
They moseyed along to the facilities the woman had pointed out. Ryoken went into the cubicle first and Spectre waited. One. Two. Three. He looked left then right and slipped in when he was certain the coast was clear.
Inside, the cubicle was cramped and western style. Attached to the wall was a seat for toddlers. Safety stickers were plastered over the walls, and as were flyers for the latest sales. It smelt obnoxiously fresh in here, overly aromatic with fruity smells to hide odour. Rainforest themed music also played inside.
“Aah, I can’t take it anymore.” Ryoken complained. “I-I can’t reach, you take it out.”
Spectre swallowed a lump in his throat. Arousal hit him hard below. Time was of the essence, he reminded himself. Especially since a missing husband at a check out was a little suspicious.
Ryoken panted as he bent over the toilet. He hitched the skirt of his dress up somewhat and Spectre took over from there. He bunched the fabric in his hand and pushed it further up the curves of Ryoken’s body but not too far so as to not ruin the illusion that the nude coloured garment he wore underneath was, in fact, a garment. Ryoken ached as he maintained this position, grappling with the cistern to maintain the angle.
His rump was fully lifted to Spectre. Spectre was delicate as he then undid the women’s panties just enough to reveal how his hole was stuffed full with the vibrator. It was lodged deep inside of him and it was ruining him. The muscles in his legs twitched as he took the perpetual vibrations over and over again. He had been for the past hour or so, ever since they left the house.
Spectre pinched the flared base and slowly removed it. Ryoken moaned as he felt it leave his body. Inch by inch. At full retrieval, he came.
“Ah, fuck.” Ryoken moaned.
Semen dripped down the side of his leg, escaping the confines of his little, silky panties. Spectre leaned in and grabbed toilet paper from the nearest dispenser. He mopped up the thick white strands in smooth motions. Ryoken shivered. Spectre was thorough yet gentle.
“You would be good at this as a dad.” Ryoken teased.
Spectre guffawed and finished up. He hiked Ryoken’s panties up for him and it clung to him to in all the wrong places yet it looked so sexy on him. Spectre then threw the used toilet paper in the bowl underneath them and Ryoken flushed. He ripped more toilet paper from the dispenser and wrapped up the vibrator. It could be washed off later at home, until then, into Ryoken’s accessory handbag it went.
Spectre let go of Ryoken’s dress and Ryoken sighed. He sat down onto the cubicle since with them, his belly, and how tight the space was, there was no point in him standing up.
“Thanks.” he said as he turned around.
“You're welcome.” Spectre said.
Ryoken stretched and held his fake belly. “I’m ready to go home.”
“Me too.” Spectre said and his voice twisted, “Anyways, look forward to being eaten out later.”
“Sounds good to me but we should really pay for our things first.” Ryoken smirked.
Ah. Yes. About that. Spectre had half thought they would find a way to slink out the back door and ghost the shop clerk but no, Ryoken was insistent.
Just as calculatedly they had entered the cubicle, they left. Spectre first and then Ryoken. Spectre waited with his arm stuck out for Ryoken to grab once more when he left. They sauntered back to the cashier where all their items and more waited for them.
The shop clerk greeted them warmly, “What do you think of these onesies? As soon as I saw the colour, I thought of you.”
“Perfect.” Ryoken flashed a smile.
The onesie was quite adorable. It had a limited bow motif to accompany the pink palette of the fabric.
“So, are you two expecting a girl? I’m sure she will be really pretty with genes like yours, you are a beautiful woman, madam.” the shop clerk asked as she folded the onesie up.
Spectre chuckled but it came across as pride that he had bagged such a prize. Though, this woman didn’t know the half of it after all but correct, Ryoken did indeed make a rather beautiful woman.
“Oh, actually, we are saving for a surprise. I just like the colour pink.” Ryoken said.
“How cute either way, well, many happy wishes to the happy couple, thank you for shopping here.” the shop clerk said.
She offered the receipt of how much she had rung them up for and it was basically highway robbery at this point. Nonetheless, a wave of the debit card fixed it.
Spectre collected up their bags like a good husband. Ryoken remained attached to the arm and they were on their merry way. They hailed another taxi and tried their best not to canoodle too much in the backseat but the bulky bags did hinder them.
When they arrived home, Ryoken was quick to slip off the fake pregnant belly. Understandable as it was quite the feat to lug around at length. But Spectre was just as quick to cast off the shopping bags full of the things that they had bought at the shop. He addressed them more so than Ryoken, who had said yes to just about everything shown to them, when he voiced his concerns for the money spent so uselessly.
“What are we going to do with this stuff we bought?” Spectre asked.
“I’ve got a couple ideas.” Ryoken said, he slinked in closer. He reached up and caressed Spectre’s face. “I was thinking we could donate it, if you like, I can think of at least one orphanage in the area which could do with some donations…”
“Me too…” Spectre’s voice turned into a snarl. Though one with an edge of curiosity. He didn’t flinch at Ryoken’s gentle touches.
“Or…” Ryoken said.
“Or?” Spectre echoed.
“We keep them. We find a use for them. There’s more than one way to have a baby in this day and age.” Ryoken said.
Spectre’s eyes widened.
“If you’re only fooling around with the whole pregnancy or baby thing, my apologies but… I can’t help but wonder. We are more the sum of our parts, tragic as they may be. Don’t you agree?” Ryoken asked.
He kissed Spectre’s mouth. Hesitantly. Then surprised when Spectre kissed back. Passionately.
“I would have to think more about it but… I would be honoured.” Spectre replied as he cupped Ryoken’s face in between the fervent kisses that they shared to consecrate the idea of parenthood together. “So… how do you feel about finishing what we started earlier…?”