Help! I Got Knocked Up by a Loser Who Turned Into a Chad!
Copyright© 2026 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - The biggest loser in school becomes the strongest chad ever, turning the world’s hottest babe into the proud momma of his offspring!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Heterosexual Fiction MaleDom Rough Spanking Harem Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie First Facial Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Size
Stacy locked her room and got to bed. She didn’t even care about arranging a birthday party. Nay. Her eighteenth-year celebration would be the same as it’s been for the past few months: “Sex!”
On her phone, there was the picture of a man. The sexiest man alive. “Chad!”
It wasn’t Chad, but his dad, but Stacy didn’t know that. She wasn’t really sure, that is, and the months of search had proven fruitless.
She couldn’t know whether it was Chad or his dad or whatever, but she knew only one thing – the only thing that mattered: “Fuck ... what a beast!”
That was the biggest man she had ever seen. His muscles, his height, his bulge...!
The moment she first laid eyes on that piece of meat, her pussy swelled and wetted like never before. Her ovaries throbbed and fattened, and she felt her womb literally enlarging and pushing itself against her skin, bulging under her tummy. “God ... my god ... I need to cum!”
Thus, with the picture of that man, that animal, that beast in her phone, Stacy got to bed and got to work!
Again. For the 30th time that month. Or that week.
She didn’t know. She couldn’t count. She had lost track of time, probably even space.
The excess of orgasms was getting over her head.
She was cumming and cumming and cumming...
Stacy spent a few months trying to track down the so-called Chad to no avail. “God, does this boy even exist?”
She researched him, and paid others to do the research for her (when she couldn’t do it herself), but very little came up, and the only progress she ever made only happened during her first steps, when she hacked into the school system and looked for that boy, that man, that HUNK whom she knew studied with her – in her very damn class, no less. “Now, where are you?”
She found it, alright. Only thing was: she didn’t find much else.
She didn’t know it back then, but there wasn’t anything to find. Chad was a ghost both in person and track record. A Unabomber with flawless genes and a 20-inch cock.
Still, there was a lead. “Who’s paying for all his stuff?”
She looked for the school payments, the enrollment registry, everything.
Tracking down Chad’s benefactor was the beginning of the hard parts of her research. Whoever was paying for his stuff was smart and knew how to create layers upon layers of legal and financial obfuscation. “Another LLC. Damn! How many shadow companies does this guy keep hiding under??”
If nothing else, Stacy felt a titillation in her heart, if not her pussy, when she suspected she might have been dealing with forces far stronger than those of a common man, a random commoner, you know, “one of the people” and all that. “He’s hung. That boy, I mean.” She bit her lip and purred as she researched. “He’s big and hung and strong and all the good things in life. His genetics are flawless ... just like mine!” She giggled. “No random nobody can inherit such good genes. Only royalty can. Natural-born superiors. This guy ... he did no come from just any random sack. No. His parents must be rich, and they’re shielding him somehow, saving him, I guess, for proper breeding.”
Stacy didn’t realize what she said or how she talked, how she mumbled to herself, for the memory of Chad by the lake hijacked her brain, hacked her soul just like she was hacking banking system and government agencies, and took down all the moral and ethical restraints that (usually) gave folks of her stature some shame when dealing with her inferiors.
Stacy was a goddess. A superior woman. She was the heiress of the finest blood, literally the best genetic code found in White people and the dwellers of Northern Europa since time immemorial, and she stood above all other humans like a beast next to a kitten. You know, a goddess next to mortals.
It was proper of her class to show some demure and at least try and attempt to fake some humility and all.
For the most part, she was capable of doing it – but again, the sighting of Chad had made scrambled eggs out of her brain, and the first thing that was taken down, that was erased from her, was precisely that which was the most artificial and forced in a person – a superior human! – like her: manners. Humility. Servility!
“Damn...”
Stacy searched and searched and searched.
After three months of searching, she eventually found a few more leads. She cracked the code of some bank accounts and followed the lead to some obscure shadow companies here and there; she hired a legal team to assist her untangling the byzantine paperwork that shielded these companies, LLCs, and NGOs from scrutiny, and commissioned and a few private intelligence agencies to help track down the man himself – the folks who owned these shadowy corporate entities. “I will find you! I sweat it, Chad, I will find you – and I will breed you!!”
Stacy searched and searched and searched and...
Long story short, she did not find Chad – but she did find his dad.
She didn’t know she was his dad. She wasn’t even sure they were related in any way, legally speaking, but as soon as she saw that man, she realized she didn’t need it. Any proof, that is. No paperwork and whatever.
She knew he was the one. “Holy f-”
Of Chad’s dad, Stacy found only one thing: a picture. One image randomly scattered online that Chad’s dad had forgotten to have erased.
She found a picture of a huge, muscular man taller than the trees, about 6’8’’ by her estimation, clad in muscles that bulged out aggressively through his tight, black shirt ... and a bulge! The most phenomenal bulge she had seen on a male ... since Chad on the lake. “Holy s-!”
Yeah. She found a picture of Chad’s dad online, and this picture changed everything for her.
She was sure that the man she saw in that picture was smaller than the man she had seen briefly by the lake, though the man looked older, much rougher and more developed, and his bulge, though jaw-dropping, was a little less insane or intimidating. “It’s soft, yet it goes down to the knee!”
She drooled watching that fat snaked tucked inside the man’s jeans, flowing down to one his knees, and the shape of his enormous balls tightened between his thighs, halfway to his knees. Damn, those balls! They were so fat she could see them while they hid behind the man’s dick. “Good god...!”
That was the second most inhumanly hung male she had ever witnessed, and naturally, she sensed he was related to Chad in some way – but she didn’t care about it, no, she didn’t care about anything at all, and instead, she just ... dripped. And wetted herself. And the fire and heat spreading out from her pussy, taking over her body, and making her tits lactate while her pussy disgorged mad juices on her seat and made the entire room stink of womanhood. “Oooooh...”
Her womb throbbed with her heart. She was in heat.
She was out of her cycle, and yet, she was in heat.
That picture put her in heat. That man made her wet instantly. “I need ... to get his seed!”
She laughed when she heard herself. “Fuck!”
Yep. That man had changed her biology. It affected her like only one man before had – Chad by the lake. “And it’s still small...!” She gasped, looking at that image on the screen. “Like, this guy is still smaller than that ... that ... that animal I saw on the lake!”
Indeed. Somehow, that older, rougher, more well-developed gentlemen sported a somewhat smaller dick. “Holy s-!”
Didn’t matter. His body or bulge weren’t even the most erotic thing in the image.
No. The most pornographic thing there was his company: two ladies in his arm and one on his feet, laying down on her side, on the ground, while smiling and posing for the camera.
There were three women with him. Pregnant. Their bellies swollen and stuffed with his babies. “Oh, fuck! What a blessing!”
That stud had impregnated those three women. They were his and only his. His powerful semen had entered their wombs, cracked their eggs, and blessed them with multiple children each.
Their tummies were swollen, swollen! Big and hard and swollen! They were tall women, excessively busty, and even them, their bellies were ... too swollen! “Holy damn!”
Stacy knew he had impregnated those women with more than one child each. She looked at his bulge, then looked at the women. Of course! There was no way in hell such a penis could pump fewer than two kids per womb. He was just too powerful!
Stacy looked at his balls, at the round, oval shape of his bulging eggs, and confirmed that the daddy’s sperm was, indeed, too powerful. Too strong! “He must knock babies up left and right,” he purred while blushing, getting so damn hot, and reclining on her seat to finger herself to that man. “If he squirted his seed inside of me, I’d get preggers with twins. That’s for sure!”
Stacy moaned, groaned, and tugged her giant breasts with her delicate hands as her curves expanded, and she began to get really, really hard, the heat getting to her head and making her cry for seed, moan like a cow in search of her breeding bull: “If he ... stuck his humongous dick inside of me ... stretched me up really full...”
She dripped. She dripped. She dripped.
“ ... and ejaculated this huge ... potent load of his...” She gasped. “I would get pregnant. Fuck, I would get pregnant, finally! Even if I was on a pill, ‘cause ... his semen is just too powerful!!”
Drip. Drip. Drip.
“He would knock me up and ... I would carry three of his kids at once! Four maybe! Probably five...!”
Stacy fingered herself to oblivion.
It was the beginning of her torment, a long sexual torture that probably would have no end!
Stacy hadn’t even noticed her 18th birthday come and go as she locked herself in her room yet again, one more time, and took her phone with the picture of that man – Chad’s dad or some relative – to masturbate.
She didn’t know if this was the first time she did it – or the 200th!
She couldn’t know. Time itself had become a mess in those past few weeks, with the same scene happening over and over again in her life, the same locking herself up in her bedroom, going to bed, and then fingering her pussy to oblivion until she was howling to the moon, crying her heart out, and squirting herself into a fainting sleep.
The past few months have been like this: fingering and fingering and squirting her heart out, blasting every wall and surface of her manor with her pussy cum. “Oh, fuck!”
Stacy got to bed and got to working. She made herself comfortable in her large bed, sure that she would get no distractions.
She lived alone, after all. Her parents were content with just letting her be. She hadn’t seen them in months, really. Off they were, somewhere else in the world, having sex, enjoying life, and being rich, beautiful people.
She preferred it this way. Her sexuality could not really flourished if her parents stayed up her neck, oppressing her with their own outrageous sex.
She lived alone, therefore, and she had the whole manor – as well as countless other mansions all over the planet – all for herself.
She got to her made and made herself cozy. She took the phone, and the image wasn’t yet there.
Her heart throbbed. It palpitated in a way she rarely felt it. “Like my first time seeing a really handsome boy.” A sexually attractive hunk!
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened the image.
Her pussy moistened immediately. She felt the waves of its throbbing running across her body.
She wore a very simple, sexy pink outfit: a two-piece silk pajamas with one piece covering her immense breasts and another covering her sex and colossal, African-sized ass.
They were the largest size available, and of course, they were almost uncomfortably tight on her body.
They became much tighter as her breasts engorged, her ass expanded, and her pussy disgorged ounces of thick, sticky lubes on her bottom-piece. “Oh, god...!”
Stacy looked at that image for one second, and already her transformation was underway, her body making itself primed for breeding, warming up, blushing, and changing in the throes of her heat. “Damn...!”
No man had made her feel like this – and that man, the one she saw on the screen, wasn’t even the biggest man ever. “Holy s-”
He was small. Still small compared to the unimaginable hunk she had seen – she swore she had seen!! – by the lake, so long ago. “Chad...!!”
Whether that man on the picture was Chad or not, some relative or not ... fuck if she cared.
She was hot. She was in heat. And she wanted to CUM!
Stacy breathed loudly as her pussy flooded the bed. She was insanely wet already. “God, what a stud...” She looked at the picture and those three beautiful women, supermodels all, movie stars and hot babes.
Quality women. The type of women that only the top 1% of 1% of men could get.
Stacy recognized and respected their beauty, for she was the ultimate babe herself, even though she mopped the floor with them with terms of looks (and even more so in intellect).
The finest of studs would go through their lives without laying a finger on a single one of those babes. Chad’s father had laid with three of them and gotten them swollen pregnant with his seed. “Jesus ... almighty...!’
Stacy fingered herself. She moaned with the sound of her juices slipping and splashing through her fingers. She soaked her bed with her wetness, and her breasts added more juice to that soup.
Her breasts roared. She felt them trembling, shaking against the soft fabric of her top. Her nipples hardened, and through the many pores of their shower heads, the cream came out frothing: Schlipt! Schlipt! Schlurpt!
Stacy moaned louder and breathed faster, sometimes choking on her breath. “Oooowwuum...!!”
She held the phone with one hand and masturbated her tits with another. The milk poured out more violently, making a loud gush: Spluuuursh!!
The top of her pajamas got glued to her skin, and then it was stretched! Stretched and stretched and stretched further, painfully with the expansion of her giant tits – because Stacy’s tits, already the largest in the world at 18 on natural, regular conditions, ZZZ-sized juggernauts full of fat and frothing with milk became even harder, even fatter, even bigger whenever she was aroused ... which was very rarely, indeed, as the goddess was rarely impressed by any other male. “Dear ... god!!”
Now, however, her breasts crushed her chest and made her sink deeper and deeper into the soft bed, which creaked and cracked as she lowered her hand with the phone to her pussy. “Oh, god! God!! F-fuck...!!”
Stacy hated fingering herself like this, ‘cause this meant she couldn’t look at the picture. “Damn it!!”
She could have it printed, maybe, but the lass was too hot and bothered to be bothered with this. She just fingered herself and squirted her juices on the phone screen while the Alpha male in the pictures smiled for her – and her pussy. “Fuck me, Chad! Fuck my sweet ... tight ... wet pussy and pump it with your babies!” She imagined the giant hunk fucking her, his muscles flexing and bulging as he thrust his gigantic, mammoth dick in her womb. “Ooohmm!! My pussy is big, Chad!! My pussy can take it!!”
The milk from her breasts spilled over to the bed. Her pajamas were soaked, and her belly button was filled up with the threads of cream that streamed down from the mountains of her tits.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.