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Denji felt a bead of sweat nervously drip down his cheek as he entered the bathroom with his cell phone. A cell phone it which he had bought recently, a group of them, in fact. He even got the family package deal, so he could have one for Reze, his soon-to-be wife, and Nayuta, his adoptive devil little sister who he'd been taking care of for years at this point. She was in high school now, and now more than ever did he need her help.
There was a monster out there, in his kitchen. A monster with a swollen belly, and lots of hormones making her crazy and irrational.
He quietly crouched down and locked the door to their shared bedroom, and then dove behind the bed for cover. Thankfully, his skills at stealth were not to be questioned. He might have been Chainsaw Man, but damn did he learn how to be quiet when he needed to be. That was one of the many things Reze had taught him over the years of their relationship.
"C'mon, c'mon!" Denji whispered loudly to himself as he felt another bead of sweat drip right off his brow. He thumbed at his cell phone, and scrolled down to one of the only four contacts he had. One was Reze, one was Nayuta, the others were his boss and his supervisor. Right now, all that mattered was that he had Nayuta on speed dial, and so he quickly — practically slammed the phone against the side of his face as he heard the phone start to ring with Nayuta's name on it.
"Pick up! Please!" He begged, biting at his nails as he heard a frustrated, monstrous groan from the other side of the door.
The phone rang exactly three times, and before the fourth came he knew Nayuta would pick up.
"What's up, bro?" Nayuta greeted him. For some reason she always waited until the phone rang exactly three times before answering, no matter how urgent it was. She always expected him to wait for three rings for him to pick up the phone whenever she called too, lest she get upset at him for it. Denji had no idea why his little sister was so strict about it, since it made emergency calls really awkward to make, but he was thankful she picked up nevertheless.
"Nayuta! Come home!" Denji pleaded her. "There's a monster in my kitchen! I can't handle it on my own, I need you here!"
"Are you talking about Reze again?" Nayuta asked with an annoyed sigh, and he swore he could hear her eyes rolling. "Also, I'm in school, Denji. I can't just leave early and skip my classes unless it's a dire emergency. Not you regretting sticking your dick in crazy again."
"Reze's not crazy!" Denji naturally came to the defense of his fiancé, before realizing that she was being crazy right now. "At least not before she got pregnant! Please Nayuta, I'm begging you, I'll take you to the weekend make up classes again if you come home early-"
"Nope," Denji heard the sound of popping bubble gum, Nayuta has really started to like those, specifically the strawberry flavor. "You're the one that got her pregnant, big brother. So you're the one that has to deal with her pregnancy hormones. This really isn't my problem."
"W-What happened to you being super possessive of me all the time!?" Denji complained. "Don't tell me… do you have a boyfriend or something?"
"No, all the teenage human boys are gross and weird," Nayuta told him firmly, absolutely. "I'll wait until I'm fully grown to entertain the thought. You don't get to tell me off about being possessive of you, though, because you went and let Reze live with us when I very vocally spoke against it!"
"Reze came to us in the middle of the night, half naked, and in the rain begging for help!" Denji exclaimed haughtily, remembering the day Reze suddenly returned to him like it happened just yesterday.
After Pochita killed her at the graveyard, he didn't have the time to try and help her when he had to make sure Makima died and stayed dead forever. Her remains were captured by Public Safety and she was taken to an underground bunker in Sendai to be interrogated for her connection to the Soviets, especially when the war started. She was able to escape, and instead of fleeing to some other country she went and returned to him begging for help instead. Of course, he said yes and let her hide away at his apartment with Nayuta until the war ended and the heat died down, and yes, Nayuta was vocal against her staying… Just how she was vocal about them moving to another country to flee Japan and the people hunting Reze.
Nayuta had since grown past that anger, but she still held a bit of a grudge.
A grudge that was biting him in the ass right now, in fact.
"Uh-Huh, and then you two started having sex like, three times a day after like a month of 'temporary situation'ing me. Then we moved away to America, and then you got her pregnant and betrothed yourself to her!" Nayuta scolded him louder with each spoken sentence, causing him to wince and hold the phone further from his head. "So yeah, you can deal with her mood swings and hormonal behavior all on your own! I have a test to study for, and so I'm going to do that. Then when I do get home, I'm going to play the new Pokémon and you can KEEP dealing with her alone!"
"N-Nayuta, please, let's-"
"Nope. I'm hanging up now." Nayuta interrupted firmly. "I'm going to be hanging out with friends. So don't call me again for at least another hour. Goodbye."
"W-Wait!"
Click!
Denji sighed heavily and dropped the phone with a hopeless drop of his head. Whenever Nayuta told him to not call her again, that meant she was really, deadly serious. He had once tested her before, and would never try that again. He barely survived her going through puberty — he didn't even know devils could go through puberty! And it was as bad as one would think…
Denji winced again as he heard glass shattered outside his bedroom door, wincing again when he heard Reze let out a startled cry, and he assumed the next crashing sound that came was her throwing the chair across the room again.
Turned out, devil hybrid hormones and mood sings coming from pregnancy was about three times as bad as it would for a normal person.
Reze was going through it, and yeah, it was sorta his fault alright…
With a defeated sigh, Denji manned up and got back up, then made his way back to his door, and opened it.
Reze was already standing in front of his door. She looked up at him, an emotional pout on her face as tears steadily flowed down her cheeks. She had gained a little weight due to the pregnancy, a lot of it went into her boobs and ass, which he was personally a fan of. She had grown her purple hair out longer over the years, but the most obvious difference about her was her heavily swollen belly, which had their child developing within.
"Hmph!" Wordlessly, Reze held out her arms, and instinctively, Denji took her into them as she pressed her face into the crook of his neck, sobbing gently into him.
"Hey Reze…" Denji rubbed her back, like he knew she liked it. "What's the matter?"
"I dropped another glass cup…" Reze sniffled. "Then I got angry and threw a chair again…"
"Oh no…" Denji patted her back softly. "That's… that's terrible. I'm here for you, though. So don't worry, I'll take care of it-"
Her hands suddenly gripped the back of his shirt, very tightly.
"You did this to me." Reze growled, squeezing him until he felt his back begin to crack. "You said we didn't need to use protection, because "Don't worry, Reze-chan! We're both half devil, that means we can't have kids anyway! We might as well just go RAW!" This disturbing impersonation of what he said to her almost nine months ago now was even more disturbing given that she begun to laugh hysterically right after she finished saying that.
"And you know what? You know what Denji? It made sense! It really did make sense. Because Devils can't have kids! But now…"
Her hands moved from his back to the collar of his shirt, and she pulled him down with supernatural strength that had him weak at the knees. She stood over him as his knees buckled, and she pressed her forehead against his angrily.
"NOW LOOK AT ME!" She dramatically yelled at him. "Do you know how much the baby weighs? Hm!? Do you remember that small little fact!?"
"I… Uhh…" What did she say before? Like two months ago? Oh, right! "It's six pounds, right?"
"WATERMELON, DENJI!" Reze shook him like the wretched man that he was. "WATERMELON SIZED! Do you have any idea what that's been like for me? Well, do you!?"
"N-No…" Denji whimpered. "I don't… I'm just a idiot man…"
"You are," Reze said calmly, too calmly. "You are an idiot man, and you're lucky that I love you. I love you so much, that I'm even willing to look past the fact that I've lost so much flexibility. I can't even do a split anymore, and I can barely run without losing my breath, too."
"I know…" Denji hung his head. "I had to tie your shoes this morning…"
"You did," Reze let go of his collar, pressing her hands against his face gently, and lifting him back up to his feet. "You did, and I'm so grateful for that~"
Oh God, she's doing it again. Denji thought with dread.
Denji was a man who once thought having sex a dozen times a day would be great.
He once thought that it would be awesome to have a girlfriend just as horny as he was all the time. Who would have no problem doing the deed whenever they felt like it. He discovered that he was more into the connection to another person than he was in the sex, but that didn't stop the sex from feeling fucking amazing.
But oh, oh did he learn…
That pregnancy hormones would make Reze ten times worse than he ever was…
Reze's face went from angry and emotional to red and now had eyes filled with desire. This was a repeat of what had happened not too long ago, and he was still recharging his 'batteries' even now. It turned out, there was a limit to how much a guy can finish before the dick finally tapped out.
Unfortunately, Reze found out what his recharge time was.
And it was riiiight about now…
Thankfully, his phone rang, and Denji took that chance to pick it up and interrupt Reze just before she would tear off his clothes and sink her claws into him once again.
He took it out of his pocket, and then he felt his face pale.
His supervisor was calling.
His supervisor also happened to be a woman.
"Who's Amanda?" Reze asked, face going from a deep, horny red to a white-hot stern anger.
"She's my supervisor," Denji handed her the phone. "You can pick it up and ask her yourself."
"How do I know you two didn't plan this?" Reze asked, her eyes narrowing at him with suspicion. She did take the phone, and she did hold it in her hand.
Then she crushed the phone in her hand.
Reze still had her superhuman strength, even in her current state…
Denji gulped nervously.
That was the fourth phone this month. Guess it was time to get a Nokia after all… If that would even work.
"Are you cheating on me?" Reze asked, her white-hot anger immediately transforming into a heavy sob as tears began to trickle down her face again. "I knew it. I knew you would do this! Especially since I got so fat and ugly now… how could you do this to me!? I thought you loved me!"
"I do love you!" Denji exclaimed. "My supervisor is like, sixty years old! She's a hag! I'm not into hags!"
"YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME WITH AN ELDERLY WOMAN!?" Reze gasped, cried, and wailed all at the same time. "DENJIIIII!?"
"I'm not!" Denji grasped his fiancé's shoulders desperately, his own eyes going wide as he frantically shook her to get her to stop making up her own conclusions again. "I promise I'm not! I'm gonna marry you, remember!? There is no one else I want! I swear it on Pochita's life! Which is also my life, too."
"You…" Reze sniffled, her glassy, teary eyes looking up at him with a mixture of adoration and perinatal depression. "F-For realsies?"
Denji nodded frantically.
"Y-Yeah… for realsies. I love you and only you Reze, I promise."
"Yaaaaay~!" Like another switch was flipped, Reze instantly got into a better mood, and hugged him tightly. Sighing a sigh of relief, Denji hugged her back, and endured her onslaught of kisses as she pecked him at least a dozen times in three seconds. "I knew you loved me all along, Denji dear! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"
"Heh, yeah, I do," Denji replied tiredly.
He had to admit, dealing with her mood swings was definitely a test on his patience… but how could he be upset at her for it? She was carrying his child, after all, and because of her he was finally going to get that normal life he's been dreaming of all this time. So even if she scared him… all the time… when she was going through one of her mood swings. These moments where she calmed down and gave him so much attention and affection made it all worth it.
"Now come to bed, the hormones are making me ungodly horny again," Reze said happily, grabbing his hand and taking him to their bedroom. "I know you've recharged allllll that stuff that got me pregnant in the first place. I've been keeping track! Now, strip."
Denji gulped nervously, and hornily.
Well, in a way, he got what he wished for all this time…
A super sexy girlfriend to kiss and have sex with all the time, a bratty little sister who he knew loved him very dearly, and he was even about to have his first kid.
Speaking of… mid-sex Reze had a lot of wet stuff come out of her. A lot more than usual-
"OH FUCK! THE BABY'S COMING!?"
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
Turns out, having sex with your pregnant fiancé at over nine months pregnant induced labor…
The more you know!